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“And is feeling good all that matters?”
“I don’t mean physically, Sir. I don’t mean pleasure. I mean maybe a caning was perfect one weekend, but a month later, it’s terrifying and feels like abuse instead of impact play.”
“As a Dom, it’s my job to realize that.”
“You’re putting a lot of pressure on yourself,” she said softly.
“The power exchange is both a gift and a responsibility. I treat it as such.”
“Do you tell all your subs this before scenes?” Josslyn asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Do you tell every sub that you think you’ve failed as a Dom if they use a safeword?”
“No. This conversation is…not exactly how I’d intended our meeting to go.” His tone was rueful.
Josslyn raised her head, smiling softly. “I’m glad, because as of right now, all I can think about is how I’m absolutely not going to use a safeword no matter what, since I don’t want you to feel like you’ve failed.”
“Josslyn.” His voice snapped like a whip, and she jerked in reaction. “You will use your safeword if you feel the need. My feelings don’t matter.”
“Of course they matter.” She peered through the gloom. “Your needs and feelings matter.”
“How did this conversation go so sideways on me?” Master Ben asked with a sigh.
“I’m sorry, Sir. But I have to say it’s nice to talk about things like this.”
There was another pause before he said, “True.”
“Can I see you?” Josslyn asked, emboldened.
She saw the shadows moving as he stood, heard his footsteps, and then lights came on. The spotlight above her winked off, and she had to blink a few times to adjust her eyes. He’d turned the main lights on but kept them low. The Iron Court playroom was bathed in a twilight glow.
Directly in front of her was a high-back leather wing chair. Footsteps sounded again, and then Master Ben dropped into the seat.
She’d been right about who he was—the dark-haired man she’d seen before but never scened with. He rested an elbow on the arm of the chair and rubbed his lips with his fingers. Josslyn stared at his hand, imagining the things those fingers would, and could, do to her.
“Sir?”
He dropped his hand from his mouth. “Yes, Josslyn?”
“What’s our letter?”
A slight grimace crossed his face before he mastered his expression. “R.”
R. What began with R? Josslyn searched her memory, but all she could come up with was “riding crop” and “rope.” Both things she’d done before. Josslyn swallowed the disappointment rising in her.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Don’t thank me, Josslyn. Because if we do this…” He sat forward, elbows on his knees, fingers laced together loosely. “If we go by what’s on your checklist, we’ll be doing every single item that begins with R.”
Chapter 2
Josslyn was…confusing.
Ilias stared at her, perplexed. Since she’d walked in the door, she’d maintained perfect submissive decorum. She looked up occasionally, but not in a defiant or dismissive way—only when the topic of their conversation necessitated it.
And yet, somehow this seemingly perfect submissive had run him in conversational circles.
