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A fledgling thought, almost heretical in nature, had entered Mason’s head as the lovely woman knelt at his feet. Maybe this new dynamic that Hannah and he were just beginning to explore might be even better than a pure Master/slave connection. Maybe the difference was precisely that he hadn’t commanded her to submit. She’d instead offered her submission freely. It was oddly exciting in a way that was new to him. It felt less like a Master/slave situation and more like a…relationship.
He looked now across the small table that separated them. Hannah was licking a bit of blueberry compote from her lip in a way he found extremely sensual. She met his gaze with just the hint of a smile, as if she knew precisely her effect on him.
The waitress chose that moment to reappear, and Mason, his wallet already on the table, asked for the check.
“Chef says no charge,” she said with a smile.
Mason reached into his wallet and pulled out two twenties. “Please thank her for me,” he said, handing her the bills. “And thank you, Becky, for the excellent service.”
Becky smiled broadly as she slipped the money into her apron. “Thanks. Y’all come back soon.”
“That was nice of Bella,” Hannah said as they got to their feet. “And nice of you to tip the waitress so well.”
Mason shrugged. “I used to wait tables while I was in school. It’s a tough gig.”
They stepped outside into the sunshine. “Want to walk a little?” Hannah suggested. “It’s such a nice day.”
“Sure.”
Hannah reached for Mason’s hand as they walked down the sidewalk toward a small nearby park. He gripped it gently, his heart again flooding with that tenderness that was so new, and so sweet.
As they made a slow loop around the park, Mason pondered how to approach what he wanted to say. He wanted to express his feelings—his real feelings—without freaking Hannah out with too much, too soon.
Fuck that, a voice inside him said.Just speak your heart.
“I love whatever it is that’s happening between us, Hannah,” he said.
Hannah gave his hand a squeeze. “Me, too.”
“I meant what I said earlier,” he added. “I’m really excited about exploring our D/s connection, onourterms—yours and mine. Not as Master and slave. Not even necessarily as Dom and sub. But as partners creating something that works for both of us.”
“I want that, too,” Hannah said. “We’re still so new and feeling our way. But I’m ready now. Truly ready for this next adventure with you, wherever it takes us.”
Mason smiled, happiness suffusing every pore of his being. But he wasn’t done with what he wanted to say. What he needed to say.
“I’ve always told myself I needed a Master/slave relationship to be fulfilled. I understand now that I was clinging to that construct partially as a way to keep myself at an emotional distance from any potential partner. Unlike Anthony and Mark and the other Doms at The Enclave, I never allowedloveto enter the equation—until now.”
He stopped walking and turned to her, taking both her hands in his. “I know we don’t have a crystal ball. But I promise you this: going forward I will never take your submission for granted again. I will cherish it as the gift it is, not something I demand.”
In answer, Hannah reached up and pulled him down for a long, lingering kiss. Just as they were pulling apart, two teenagers walked by, one of them calling out, “Get a room.”
To Mason’s delight, Hannah laughed. “Not a bad idea.”
During the ten-minute ride home, Mason slid his hand under Hannah’s skirt to stroke her bare leg. He let his fingers trail down her inner thigh.
A sexy shudder moved through her at his touch, her legs falling open in invitation.
As they turned into her driveway, he asked, “Have you ever had a bare-assed spanking over the knees of a naked man who plans to turn your bottom cherry-red?”
“Oh,” Hannah exclaimed, her eyes going wide as she turned to him. “Gosh.”
He slipped a finger under the silky crotch of her panties. She was soaking wet.
“Answer the question, sub girl.”
“No. No, Sir.”
Excellent.
