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“No, I can’t. Not today, Simon. Tell her to come back
Thursday night and I’ll look her over.” While he had no desire to have any
other woman than Myrna as his slave, he would always be available for training
purposes with newbies. He took his title as the Training Master very seriously.

“Please, Master Alastar.” The soft request in Simon’s
voice had him pausing. It’d been years since he’d heard it from the man. In
fact it he hadn’t heard that tone since Simon had completed his training.

Figuring he could always give his keys to Sanders
later, he finally nodded. It was probably better that he didn’t see Myrna sitting
in the car. The chances of him hoisting her over his shoulder and dragging her
inside with him were high. “I need to stop by the front door first.”

The relief in Simon’s eyes was obvious. Evidently the
younger man thought he was going to have to force Amery into coming with him.

“Thank you, Amery. I would’ve hated to have to call
Sanders up here to escort you.”

“As if!” Amery gave a tired chuckle. They both knew
Sanders wouldn’t lay a hand on Amery – considering the huge man was Angelica’s
slave and it was forbidden for a slave to touch a Master without permission. It
was because of his mistress’s wishes that he offered his services at the door,
and only Angelica could order Sanders to touch any of the Founding Members.

After giving his keys to William, the bouncer on
duty, Amery followed Simon down the hall towards the private playrooms. He
laughed when Simon offered to go get Angelica. But all humor fled Amery when
they stopped in front of a closed door. He mentally prepared himself, before
nodding to Simon to open the door. Lifting the key ring off his belt, Simon
slid the key into the lock. Giving it a twist he stepped back to allow Amery
access. Just before Amery touched the handle, Simon gave his shoulder a
squeeze. “Give her a chance, Amery. It took a lot of courage for her to do
this.”  Then he turned and disappeared back down the hall.

What the hell is that supposed to mean? Surely Simon
didn’t leave an abused sub with me.
It was policy that if an abused sub applied for sanctuary, the Dom assigned to
him or her would be present during all interactions with club members. Until
the Dom in question removed the red ribbons marking their abused status from
the slave’s cuffs, all Doms abided by the rule. As far as he knew, there had
never been any incidents of abuse with those who had claimed the Sanctuary’s
Lair as their safe haven.

Softly cursing Simon, he opened the door, and nearly
swallowed his tongue. Kneeling in the middle of the playroom floor next to the
St. Andrew’s cross was the last woman he’d expected to see. Behind his
trousers, his cock hardened in a rush. His head spun as all blood flow became
centered in his aching groin. Kneeling with her legs wide-spread, her weight
resting on her heels, her hands lying palm up on her bare thighs and head
bowed, was Myrna. Her long hair had been secured in a high ponytail while all
she wore was a pair of leather shorts with a halter top. His breathing grew
erratic as he took in her bare legs and midriff. She was all soft curves and
lightly toned muscles. All Amery wanted to do was take a great big bite.

Not trusting his voice, he turned and gave her his
back. He focused on a spot just above the doorway.
Dammit, I need to get
control of myself.
After taking a few deep breaths, he turned back around
to see her duck her head. The naughty little slave had been peeking at him.
This
won’t do… and since she’s dressed for the part…

“Eyes down, slave.” He didn’t wait to see if she
obeyed before walking over to the large cupboard attached to the far wall.
Opening it, he rummaged around inside until he found what he was looking for.
Testing the bite of the clamps against his forefinger, he nodded with
satisfaction.

Closing his palm over them, he shut the door before
returning to stand in front of her. “Do you give yourself to me freely,
m’gnogag?
Think before you answer. I was not expecting this tempting offer, but if
you agree now, I’ll assume you’re interested in pursuing a Dom-sub relationship
with me.”

He watched as her tongue peaked out to moisten her
lower lip. “Are you saying I didn’t have to do this, Master, to make amends?”

A sinking feeling in his stomach accompanied her
words. He had a good idea how she’d ended up in the position.
Damn Simon! He
used my ‘by your leave’ to force her into what I desire the most. I can’t take
what isn’t being freely given.

“Get up, Myrna.” Pocketing the clamps, he turned his
back to her. “I’m taking you out of here.”

“Master?” The uncertainty in her trembling soft voice
tore at him.

“I…think it’s best if you go home. I’ll call on you
tomorrow morning for our trip to Dublin.”

“Please, Master.” Her hand touched his arm. “Tell me
what I’ve done wrong. I’m a bit rusty but I can…”

He cut her off. “You’ve done nothing wrong. I won’t
take what’s not freely given.”

“Excuse me?” The submissive tone she’d been using had
disappeared. In its place were the normal brisk tones she used often when she
was aggravated with him.

“Please tell me Simon didn’t blackmail you into that
get up. That he didn’t refuse you entry unless you submitted to me.” He turned
towards her. “I want your submission freely given, not coerced in any way.
Until you can offer that, I can’t do this with you, no matter how much I yearn
and long for you.”

Taking her by the arm, he half-dragged her out of the
private playroom. “Where did Simon put your clothing?”

“Would you please stop for a second, Amery?” She
pulled against his grip.

He growled. “I haven’t even started.”

“Right! And that’s the problem! Would you stop and
listen to me? What does it matter how I came to be in that room, but the fact
is --
I was there
?
I
was the one who followed you into the club,
I
was the one who agreed to do
anything
to get inside, and
I
was
the one who willingly stripped out of her street clothing, dressed in this
leather getup and waited for
you!”

He sneered at her. “Like you had a choice. It was
either freeze to death in my car or follow me in here.” He crossed his arms
over his chest. “Just go home, Myrna. I’ll have the doorman get you a cab.”

Her nose flared before she poked him in the chest
with one slender finger. He stared down at her in disbelief. She’d actually
poked him! She’d touched a Dom without permission in the middle of his club – a
punishing offense by any member’s standards.

“What do I have to do to prove to your stubborn Irish
arse that I’m here of my own free accord?”

He glared down at her, the devil in him wanting to
dominate the hostile woman in front of him. His normal icy control flew out the
window.
If she wants to push, I’ll push back. We’ll see who wins this battle
of wills.
“You want to prove to me you’re here right now because you want
to be?” He dug into his pocket and jerked out the clamps. “Put these on, right
here, right now.”

Her eyes narrowed when she caught a glimpse of the
gold clamps resting on his palm. When she flinched, he knew he had her. Of all
the punishments which could be doled out, Grant had once told him, Myrna hated
nipple clamps. She wouldn’t willingly place them on her tender nipples. “That’s
what I thought.” He moved to close his hand when she grabbed his wrist.

“You’re an arse, Master.” Her glare was at odds with
the vulnerability deeper in her eyes, but she swiftly scooped up the clamps.

“I never claimed not to be.” Even though he kept his
voice even, his heart was pounding. Then she blew his obvious assumptions away.
She wrenched up her halter top, exposed her breasts to his hungry gaze, thumbed
both of her nipples into hardness, then attached first one clamp and then the
other. He didn’t even see a glimpse of pain in her steady gaze when she let the
clamps fall to hang off her delectable nipples.

“Can I cover myself, Master?” Her voice, while a bit
hoarse, was steady.

“And if I told you no?”

“Then I guess everyone will see me like this.”

Like Hell!
His
jaw clenched.
When did she wrestle control away from me?
He wasn’t sure,
but it was time to get it back. “Cover up. You’ll walk two steps behind me on
my left. You’ll do everything I ask without protest. This is the beginning of
our relationship, do you understand? I‘m your Master now?”

She nodded her agreement as she fell into place. “And
my safe word, Master?”

He growled in response. He didn’t want her to have a
safe word. He wanted her to belong to him unequivocally. Closing his eyes
briefly, because he knew he was being irrational, he finally spoke. “Pick it,
before I do.”

“Red.”

He nodded his agreement. “Red it is. Now come.” He
moved down the hall back towards the Amberboch Room. Entering it, he flopped
down in his chair, ignoring the sudden silence from the rest of the occupants.
When Myrna dropped to her knees to kneel at his feet, he shifted uncomfortably.

“Master Alastar, is everything okay?” Simon asked
from the head of the table.

He nodded briskly. “Yes! So what did I miss?”

Amery listened as the other Doms filled him in before
continuing to discuss various aspects of the club, but he was highly aware of
the quiet woman kneeling in front of him. He’d gotten exactly what he’d wanted,
but why did it feel so wrong? Why was he filled with an unaccustomed perception
he’d been no better than Simon and forced her hand?

* * * *

Standing at the buffet, Myrna tried to ignore the tug
of the clamps on her nipples as she filled a plate for her Master. When she’s
gotten up this morning, this was the last thing she’d expected to be doing
today. But what really surprised her was the contentment she felt taking care
of Amery.
Well, except for the burning need to come,
she thought as she
leaned forward to spoon scrambled eggs onto the plate she was holding. The
weight of the clamps pressing against the leather top she was wearing was
driving her crazy.

When she’d seen the crafty look on Amery’s face
earlier, she knew that he’d thought he had her cornered and she had a good idea
why.
That bastard husband of mine strikes again. He just had to brag to his
friend how I’d beg to have the clamps removed.
In hindsight she was glad
that she’d never revealed to Grant why she begged for their removal, because if
she had Amery would’ve had a very powerful tool to use against her. Leaving the
buffet, she carried the plate and glass of orange juice the server had just
filled for her back to her Master.

Setting the plate and juice on the table in front of
Amery, Myrna began to slowly lower her body into its former position. A
startled squeak left her when Amery dragged her onto his lap. She moved to slip
off his lap, figuring that she properly belonged on the floor.

“Relax, slave.” His hand pressed against her bare
midriff, stilling her. His breath teased her ear. “When was the last time you
ate?”

She bit her inner lip. She hadn’t eaten since the
night before. “I was planning on stopping at Maureen’s for an Irish breakfast
before I did my shopping.”

A deep sigh ruffled the tendrils which had escaped
her ponytail. “You say you’re a big girl and can take care of yourself, but
this is twice in as many days you’ve skipped meals.” His free hand squeezed her
thigh before releasing it. He picked up a slice of buttered brown Irish soda
bread. When he brushed it across her lips, she moved to take it from him. He
‘tsked’ before pulling it out of her reach. “Open.”

Gazing up at him, she studied his profile. “I can…”
Her reply was cut off as he pushed a piece of the bread into her mouth.

 “Now, since it’s obvious you can’t or won’t take
care of your health, as your Dom, I’ll assure myself and you there’ll be no
more skipped meals, Myrna.”

She stiffened in anger.
How dare he! I was on my
way to breakfast when he kidnapped me out of my own driveway!

As if he could read her mind, he continued. “Now this
morning, I did whisk you away from your plans, so I won’t punish you for
skipping a meal when I was the contributing factor.” He speared a sausage link
from the plate and rubbed it across her lips. She bit down on it with a snap. A
silent chuckle vibrated against her as he fed her the rest of the link. “But in
the future, you need to realize I won’t tolerate skipped meals, slave. If I
find you missing meals, I’ll have no other choice than to punish you.” He
lifted her face to his. “Do you understand? Your diabetes is nothing to play
with. You’re mine, and I take good care of those people I consider mine.”

A rosy heat filled her face as the voices around them
quieted. The other Doms and slaves were listening. She quickly ducked her head
to hide her face. She’d be surprised if her entire body hadn’t turned red with
embarrassment.
Not even an hour back into the scene and I’ve already
embarrassed Amery.
“Yes, Master.” Her whispered reply was barely audible. 

“Good. Now have a sip of juice.” He pressed the cup
to her lips. After she took a long sip, he lifted it to his own mouth, placing
his lips over the exact spot where her mouth had been. A trickle of desire ran
down her spine.
Now is not the time for my body to start craving his taste,
his touch.