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“Master is trying for an unfair advantage.”
“Any advantage,” he corrected. “And I cook dinner.”
“Okay, you win. I’ll pack my bags.”
“Bring your damn corset and the rest of your lingerie and toys.”
“All of them?”
“All of them,” he affirmed. “And we’ll also need some time to rework your employment contract.”
Even though he was in her, she froze. “Sir?”
“I want you as a partner, an equal. I want you to stay because you want to stay.”
If her heart hadn’t been melting before, it would be now. He continued his rhythmic movement, mere inches from her face. This was the kind of intimate conversation she could get used to. But there was one thing bothering her. “My mother, Mr Tomlinson?”
“Needs a good caning herself.”
She laughed, and that made her pussy tighten.
“She’ll get her bonus, but it will come from her efforts, not yours. She succeeds or fails on her own merits. Fair?”
Habit made her want to protest, but she kept her mouth shut. He was not only being equitable, he was being more than fair.
“Agreed, Maggie?”
“Yes, Master.”
He grinned and pulled out all the way before plunging back in.
“I love the way your ginormous cock feels, Sir.”
“Ginormous?”
“Extraordinarily so.”
He fucked her to completion, making sure she came before he did, always, always taking care of her.
“One more thing, you’ll always be in my heart as well as my cuffs.”
“Mr Tomlinson, Master, there’s no place I’d rather be.”
Coming Soon from Total-E-Bound Publishing:
Mastered: For the Sub
Sierra Cartwright
Released 8th November 2013
Excerpt
Chapter One
“Another drink, Sir?”
Startled out of his reverie by the softness of a woman’s voice, Niles looked over the rim of his empty glass. Brandy, one of the house’s submissives, stood in front of him, her legs close together, her shoulders pulled back in a sexy way that thrust her chest forward.
Had he been so lost in thought that he hadn’t heard her approach? Or were her movements so graceful and perfect that she’d managed to silently cross the Den’s patio?
Given her seductively high stilettos, he doubted the latter.
Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back. Tonight she wore a short, slinky black dress that covered everything, but seemed more intriguing because of it. The material clung to her, highlighting her ample breasts, trim waist and curvy bottom. This woman—sub—appealed to every one of his masculine sensibilities.
Her legs were bare, and her black heels emphasised the feminine shape of her ankles. For a moment, he fantasised about placing her on her back, removing her shoes then stroking his fingers against her instep before applying a cane to the soles of her feet.
He shook his head to banish the image.
It had been years since he’d played with a woman in anything other than a detached way. In fact, it hadn’t happened since the tragic death of his beautiful, accomplished wife and sub, Eleanor.
But right now, he was thinking about touching Brandy in a way meant for their mutual satisfaction.
“Sir?” she asked, tipping her head. “Master Niles?”
The motion swept her hair to the side, snaring his interest. The locks were long enough, he mused, to be used as part of a hot bondage scene.
“Would you prefer to be alone, Sir?”
“Actually, no.” The answer surprised him.
A month ago, he’d declined the invitation to tonight’s party. Every fall, Master Damien hosted a get-together for Doms and Dommes who had been members of the Den for at least seven years. It was a small, select group, and they gathered to play poker, sip the finest single malt on the planet, enjoy conversation, and if they chose, scene with house subs. Not many people availed themselves of the playrooms, however, as most were in relationships, and this exclusive gathering focused on socialising, which was not his long suit.
Damien had pestered Niles to the point of annoyance.
Despite his reluctance, and tired of his own company after spending a week at home by himself, Niles had acquiesced.
