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no mistake, sub, this is about trust. I will tell you the truth, always. I expect the same from you. No prevarication. When asked a question, you’ll give a truthful answer. When you’re uncertain about something, you’ll ask for guidance. Clear?”
    “Very, Master.”
    “In return, you must trust that I always have your interests in mind, even when you wonder otherwise.”
    There was comfort in that, less game playing than in any of her other relationships.
    “Before we go any further, we’re going to talk, Marnie. Do you have tea?”
    She blinked. He couldn’t have kept her more off balance if he knocked her over. “Tea? Like you want me to brew up for you?”
    “Service is part of being a sub,” he said.
    Awkwardly getting back to her feet, she led the way into the small kitchen. The space was even smaller and more intimate with him in it. She liked having him here; and she’d like it a lot better if her nerves didn’t have her clattering the teacups and saucers. In all the books she’d read, when a submissive served his or her Master, they did it with grace. Obviously she had a lot to learn.
    “I asked about you.” He lazed against the doorjamb, watching her work. He’d folded his arms across his chest. Even without trying to, he dominated whatever space he was in. “At the club. And this morning I called a couple of people who know you.”
    “Who?”
    “Mistress Jennifer and Darius.”
    “You…” The tea kettle shrilled and she yanked it off the stove. “That little…”
    “What?”
    “Darius called me. He pretended to know nothing.” She overfilled the teapot and had to grab a cloth to clean up the water mess.
    “They’re protective of you. Both of them wanted to know what my intentions towards you were.”
    “And?” She tossed the wet cloth into the sink. Then she asked the question she absolutely had to have answered. “What are your intentions?”
     

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    “My intentions towards you?” he repeated. “Completely dishonourable.”
    Her tummy took a plunge.
    “And I’ll make sure you enjoy every moment of it.”
    While the tea steeped, she leant up against the counter.
    He moved into the small space, shrugged out of his leather jacket and placed it across the back of a chair. He was so totally sexy. He dwarfed the area, crowding her, even without intending to.
    “Last night, I had a hard-on. I stroked my cock, thinking about spanking your arse.”
    She blinked. She wasn’t sure what shocked her more, the fact that being with her had given him a hard-on, or the fact that he’d been thinking about her when he’d beat off.
    Without an invitation, he took a seat at the table.
    “I’ve been hard all day.”
    She served him, noting how natural it felt once she stopped second guessing her every action.
    She stood there, not quite certain what he expected. Should she sit at the table across from him? Kneel?
    He subtly inclined his head. Realising it was one of those visual clues that he mentioned, she pulled back a chair and sat across from him.
    “Nicely done,” he said.
    She could easily become addicted to his approval.
    He stirred milk into his tea. She added milk and sugar to hers. For a moment, this felt natural and homey, and she started to relax.
    “You’ve now had two experiences with me as your Dom. You’ve been to Master Theodore’s home, at least twice. You have a friend who’s a sub. You’re evidently well-read. And now I’m giving you a choice. You can decide to submit to me―”
    She finished his sentence for him. “Or I can tell you to go to hell.”
    He grinned. “You always have that option,” he agreed.
    “I want to be your submissive,” she said, her voice hardly over a whisper.
    “Then you’ll need a safe word.”
    This was surreal. Before last night, she’d never really dreamt this would happen to her. “Monkey.”
    His cup clattered back onto its saucer. “Monkey?”
    “When I was a kid, I was always climbing on things.