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“Yes, what?” he prompted.
“Yes, Mr Tomlinson.”
He looked over his shoulder and signalled to Brandy. The sub moved towards them, and he released his hold on Maggie’s collar. Instead of letting her go, he rested his fingertips on her shoulder. She felt the warmth and firmness of his touch even through the fabric of her shirt.
She appreciated that he hadn’t let go of her completely. She’d said she didn’t like to be left alone for extended periods, and he seemed to have extrapolated from there, figuring she liked constant assurance from her Dom.
Until now, she hadn’t realised how nice that was.
“Please fetch me a leash,” he said when Brandy joined them. “And my personal bag was checked when I arrived. Brown leather. I’d like that as well.”
“Of course, Master David.”
Maggie had never been leashed. She’d bought the sparkly, hot-pink leather strip for show. She hadn’t anticipated it would actually be used as a collar.
Within a minute, the blonde sub returned. With her head bowed, she extended the items he’d requested.
David thanked the woman. He placed the toy bag on the floor then accepted the black nylon lead.
With a quick curtsey, Brandy left them.
Maggie’s gaze was fixated on the lead. His motions were quick and efficient as he attached it in place.
“I’ll expect you to keep the tension taut so that you keep the appropriate distance between us,” he told her. “Please keep your hands behind your back, except for when we are on the stairs. Your safety matters, so I want you to hold onto the banister. Do you have any problems with my instructions?”
“No…Mr Tomlinson.” Damn, the formality of the address, especially minus her implied sarcasm, sounded odd. But she was sure it had his desired effect. They were Dom and sub, not co-workers, not friends.
“Say that again, please,” he instructed.
He’d spoken softly, but with a steel undertone. With her, it was far, far more effective than if he’d been harsh. She looked at him. Her heart rate decreased as she began to slip into a submissive mindset. “I understand your instructions, Mr Tomlinson, and I have no problem with them.”
“Very good.”
His approval made her relax her shoulders.
“You look very pretty on my leash, Maggie.”
“I… Thank you, Mr Tomlinson.” Resisting the urge to tug on the hem of her skirt and cover herself, she laced her hands at the small of her back.
He wrapped the length of nylon around his hand twice, obviously planning to keep her close. “Ready?”
“Yes, Mr Tomlinson.”
With a brief nod, he turned and began to walk.
It took her a couple of steps to match his pace and get accustomed to being led. No one paid attention to them as they moved through the main level of the luxurious mountain retreat.
At the top of the stairs, he gave the leash some slack. He descended slowly, and she appreciated his thoughtfulness.
The main room of the house’s dungeon also had a number of people gathered around. A kneeling sub was attached to a ring on the wall. A couple waited for beverages in front of the bar, and servers moved through the space, carrying bottles of water and more trays filled with delicacies.
Master Damien walked over to talk to them. “I see Maggie has agreed to play with you.”
The house owner looked at her, rather than David. She knew Master Damien was checking on her, giving her an out. “I did, Sir,” she told him.
“He’ll make you cry,” Master Damien warned.
She hazarded a quick glance at her Dom for the evening.
David shrugged. “It has happened once or twice.”
“As you know, Sir,” she said to Master Damien, “I don’t cry.”
“I’m afraid you might have just issued a challenge,” Master Damien said with a quick grin.
This man was an enigma to her. Although she saw him every time she came to the Den, she knew very little about him. Sometimes he wore a suit, other times he was much more casual in jeans and a T-shirt. Tonight he wore slacks and a black lightweight sweater.
On occasion, she’d seen him with his hair pulled back and secured with a thin strip of leather. Tonight it was loose, with the ends curled against his collar.
