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“The demonstration was on using the St. Andrew’s cross. It wasn’t a punishment scene but demonstrated how to properly flog a sub until she was begging to be fucked. It was really quite beautiful, and though we have no idea who the submissive was, the man wielding the flogger was Garrett Foster.”
Elizabeth felt her heart stop, even as her mouth dropped open. She whipped her head back toward Nancy. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me? I can’t believe you’d—”
“I expressly forbade her to, Liz,” Jason answered for his wife.
Elizabeth attempted to pull her hand away, but Jason kept it firmly in his. Though he rarely needed to remind her that she was a submissive who craved a man’s authority, he evidently thought this was one of those times.
“Calm down,” he said, firmly. “There is no reason to be angry at Nancy because she was simply following my order.”
Elizabeth continued to fume, but he kept her hand in his and his eyes on hers, and she finally nodded.
“Good,” Jason said, and then grinned. “I do need to say that I am really quite proud of you, Nancy. I know how hard it was to obey me in this matter.” Nancy smiled at the praise and then giggled when he continued. “At least I know that you are capable of obeying me on some things.”
Nancy flushed. “If all the spankings you’ve delivered since our wedding are any indication, I thought it best to prove I’m a good little student,” she said, batting her eyelashes furiously.
Jason chuckled. “Do you honestly believe cuteness is going to negate the obedience training we’ve begun to ensure you learn to keep your vows…bothsets of them?”
Giggling, Nancy shrugged. “Hey, you can’t fault a girl for trying,” she said, bending forward to brush her lips across his cheek.
Jason smiled and then turned his attention back to Elizabeth. “You know it is protocol not to go around outside any club environment and start dropping names of who is involved in the scene. It would not be proper of either Nancy or I to speak of it outside our own home. Imagine someone you were unaware of had witnessed a scene you were involved in and then begin talking about it to friends who weren’t in the lifestyle or committed enough to follow protocol. It is a respect and trust issue that is vital in our community,” Jason finished.
Elizabeth knew he was correct. “I understand,” she said. “But, if that is protocol, then why are you telling me now?”
Jason smiled as he squeezed her hand. “Because, Liz, you are part of this family and I feel responsible for you and will, until one day you allow another man the honor,” Jason said, and a rush of love flowed through her. “I am telling you so that you know not to be afraid of Garrett or what he might say. He is too highly respected to dishonor anyone that way. Until today I was not sure he had seen us at the club because we were only two of many watching. His speaking to Nancy and commenting on her collar was his way of alerting her that he had seen her, knew she was a collared submissive, and it was okay that she had discovered his own tastes.”
“Wow, I still can’t believe I didn’t pick up on him,” Elizabeth said.
“Liz,” Jason said softly, “Maybe it takes a Dom to understand another one. The man is a man of authority; he has employees under him that not only enjoy working with him but respect him as well. He employs very creative people—artists, really, who are known for their love of life, art, and are very passionate people. It really shouldn’t surprise you in the least. It is obvious he enjoys artistic people, while still needing to maintain control. His being a Dom is probably as much a part of his genetic makeup as it is mine.”
Elizabeth finally understood and relaxed back in her chair. Jason released her hand, and she quickly picked up her glass and drained it. The iced tea helped cool some of the heat she was feeling, as she thought about all she had just heard. When she giggled, Jason and Nancy looked at her, as if expecting her to become hysterical.
“So, what about the ottoman?” she asked, as she giggled again. “Now every time I see one, all I’m going to think about is exactly what he might use one for.”
Nancy looked at her husband and smiled before turning back to Elizabeth. “Gee, I don’t know,” she said, “probably the same things we do?” She started laughing, and soon Elizabeth was laughing harder, as well.
Jason just shook his head. He stood to bring out the dessert he had prepared but turned before stepping into the house. “Women,” he said, softly, looking at the two. “God knows we can’t live without them, but He also knows that no man, Dominant or not, will ever be able to understand them.” He entered the house, smiling at the sound of laughter.
Chapter Ten
Elizabeth and Nancy were in their office, facing Garrett Foster, who was seated on their small sofa. They had been a bit surprised when he called and asked if he could drop by but were anxious to hear his reasoning.
“I want to again compliment you both on the job you did for the Dietrichs,” Garrett said. “I can’t tell you how much they praised the efforts of you and the team.” He held out two envelopes, one toward each of the women. They reached for the envelopes but did not immediately open them.
“As you know, Benjamin and Helen have been my dear friends for years. I practically grew up with their son, Logan. Our families are still close. They truly loved the house, and both were deeply moved by the mosaic, Miss Adams,” he said and nodded toward the envelopes they held.
“Please, open them.” He waited as the women did so and pulled out beautifully embossed cards inviting them to attend dinner in the Dietrichs’ home that Friday evening. “I have also been instructed to inform you that, after dinner, they would like to discuss an additional project with you both,” he said.
He immediately picked up on Elizabeth’s hesitance. “Is there a problem, Miss Adams?” he asked quietly. “Please, don’t consider this a command performance. If you have previous plans, I’m sure I can ask Benjamin to reschedule.”
Elizabeth shook her head, not needing the dinner to be changed but wondering if she should inform him that, if all went well, she might not have the time to invest in another project. Remembering she still had financing to arrange, she answered. “No, sir, there’s no problem. I would love to attend the dinner.”
Elizabeth sat up a bit straighter, knowing she owed this man for helping hone her own skills and would not want to hurt him in any way. “Excuse me,” she said softly. “Could you give us an idea of this project? Maybe an estimated time line?”
Garrett looked to Nancy who simply smiled, not offering him a hint as to the cause of the question. “I’ve been asked to allow Benjamin and Helen to describe the project,” he said. “However, they have discussed it a bit with me, and, if you accept, I’m sure it could be completed within a few weeks. It is nothing as extensive as the one we just finished.”
Elizabeth relaxed as she nodded and smiled. “Thank you,” she said. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. I sincerely appreciate your help in bringing our firm to the attention of the Dietrichs, as well as a possible new project. However, I am in the process of launching a project of my own that I have been working toward for a very long time. I just do not want to overextend either myself or our firm.”
“Elizabeth has been working on her dream since we were in school together,” Nancy offered.
