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How far off base was it to think he’d be right about what kind of ‘training’ she needed? It’s not like she didn’t know him. She’d spent plenty of time alone with the man. If he wanted to hurt her, he could have done it already.
What she wanted. What she needed. She looked around her office. This…was not what she wanted. At all. She wanted that knife edge of pain and pleasure, that heady anticipation when he was preparing to do something to her but she didn’t know what. That thrill of confusion, shock, and excitement when he finally did it.
But Mark wanted more. He wanted anal. He’d been clear about that from the first night. If she was his, she was completely his. Why was she so worried about what other people thought anyway? She learned to ride a motorcycle despite what anyone thought. She learned to work on cars. The only opinions that mattered were hers and her Dom’s.
She froze for a second. Her Dom. That was the first time she’d ever thought of Mark that way out of the blue like that. He was always just Mark. But he was more than that, wasn’t he? He was her Dom, her teacher, her instructor. She closed her eyes and tried to hear his voice, dark with desire, that rumbling wave of timbre.
Good girl.
God, she loved it when he said that. She craved it. It thrilled her insides every time she heard it.
He was her Dom and she was his sub. She had to get over this hurdle. She headed home and went straight to the bathroom. She washed and dried her hair and then set about shaving herself. When she was done, she rinsed off, dried off, and opened the lotion he’d gotten for. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent. She put some in her hand and rubbed herself all over with it.
Then she got dressed, putting on a button-down silk blouse and a black skirt with sandals that had a low heel. As she picked up the collar, she realized her hand was shaking a little. Well, of course she was nervous, afraid even. Who in their right mind wouldn’t be? She put the collar in her purse and locked her front door.
Pulling up to Mark’s house, she put her car in park and killed the engine. Her hands still shook a little as she pulled the collar out of her purse. She took a deep breath and fastened it around her neck snugly and then checked the fit with her finger as Mark always did.
She took her purse by the straps and opened the car door. She felt almost dizzy as she headed up the walkway to the porch. Before she could even ring the bell, the door opened. Mark appeared in jeans, barefoot, no t shirt. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting. Leather? One of those masks with a zipper for a mouth? She nearly laughed at the thought.
He stood back from the entrance to let her in. Behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders. “You came,” he murmured into her ear.
“Yes, Sir.”
He ran his hands down her arms and back up to her shoulders. “I’m so pleased with you, pet.” She smiled and closed her eyes, leaning against him for support. “Are you ready to begin?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Mark closed the door. She heard the snick of the deadbolt and fought off a shiver. It was just a lock, not the sound of a cell door closing. He ran one finger up the strap of her purse and lifted it.
“Heavy,” he noted. “Did you bring your gun?”
“Yes. Oh! But not because of you or anything! I just carry it everywhere. I didn’t think to take it out.”
He chuckled. “It’s fine,” he assured her.
He set the purse on the entryway table. “Let’s go,” he told her, taking her hand and leading her into the living room. They didn’t pause as they turned down the hall and toward the bathroom. She balked a little as she realized something was wrong. She didn’t quite get it until they stepped inside the room. The door.
There was no door on the bathroom!
“Mark-”
He turned instantly and set that gaze on her that could stop a freight train. “I mean, Sir. Sir. There’s no door.”
“No. Your body belongs to me, pet. All of it. All your bodily functions are mine to control.” Abby felt the blood drain from her cheeks. “You will inform me if you need to use the facilities and I will decide when and if I’ll let you.”
When? If? this was sounding a little insane. “Mark- Sir!” she corrected instantly. “I can’t- I mean holding it all weekend? I don’t-”
“Your body has needs. I understand this. Consumption, evacuation, sleep. But privacy? No. You don’t need privacy, pet. You want privacy. But you can’t have it. Not unless you’re a good girl. You want privacy? Earn it, pet.”
