Page 66 of Master My Love

“That will be a working document as I expose you to more of what the club and the lifestyle have to offer. But I can’t spell out in writing every circumstance when disobedience will elicit a punishment, and it varies among couples. You’ll learn what pleases me, and what doesn’t, like your willful defiance on Thursday night. It’s up to me to guide you in the right direction. If I choose that guidance to be applied on your bare ass while bound to a spanking bench in the main dungeon, which isn’t a hard limit for you, it meets the terms of the contract. See how it all fits together?”

“Yes, but doesn’t it leave a lot open to interpretation?”

“That’s where trust comes in. I already know some of your boundaries, like no sharing, ménage,or groups, although you don’t mind watching those activities. You’re shy about your body, so I can add exhibitionism as a soft limit and possibly revisit it later as you become more confident. Blood, severe pain, and humiliation are all hard limits for me.”

“You have a limit list, too?”

“Of course. I’ve experimented a lot over the years. Some things I’d rather not repeat. Everyone is different, and not everyone likes everything. Subjective things, like pain, vary widely. Even sadists like Samson have a line they won’t cross. Since you’re new to all of this, we’ll have to discover where your lines are.”

The depth of his understanding boosted her confidence tenfold and confirmed her decision. “I’m ready to sign.”

“You’re sure? If you need time, I understand. I want what you and I have to go somewhere, but not if you’re uncertain. I’m too old to be hopping from sub to sub and bed to bed anymore.”

“Forty-four isn’t old, and the only bed I want you hopping into is mine.” Her face heated at her admission, but when did it not around him? She boldlywenton. “I have thought of this nonstop since the day we met. This is all happening fast, but I’ve never felt like this before. It’s as if I didn’t start living until I met you. I don’t want to go back to how I was before—alone, unfulfilled, and wondering what I was missing. And these past few days without you have really sucked...master.”

He searched her eyes, a smile slowly tilting his beautiful, sexy lips. “Then sign and make us official.”

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WHEN THEY STEPPED INTOthe crowded dungeon, Valerie felt the same exhilarating assault on her senses as the first time. The sensual sights, sounds, and smells—of both leather and sex—were so overwhelming, she asked Eric straight out. “Does it ever get old?”

“I hope not, because if it does, I’m not doing my job with you or the club.” He took her hand in his. “Let’s make the circuit, shall we? Then I have a surprise for you.”

Her curiosity piqued, she asked, “What is it?”

He let out a hearty laugh, making heads turn. “Little one, do you understand the concept of a surprise?”

“Yes, but I hate waiting and wondering.”

He wrapped an arm around her and moved them into the flow of traffic. “Isn’t that what makes it fun and exciting?”

“For you,” she accused. “You already know what’s about to happen.”

His beautiful blue eyes twinkled with amusement. “Let’s say you’ll get a charge out of it.”

As she gazed up at him, completely puzzled, he grinned, but said no more. For the next hour, an endless stream of club members came up to him with their usual questions, suggestions, or to “BS” with him, as he called it.

“It doesn’t pay to make plans for the first hour I’m on the main floor,” he told her as yet another dom flagged him down.

The members expected the master dom to be visible, and he made a point of being available to them, within limits. When they made it to his private booth, it was half past ten.

Eric waited for her to slide across the padded bench then he followed close behind, on the same side. A lounge waitress appeared and set two glasses of pink champagne in front of him.

Val looked at them then at him. “I thought there was a strict no alcohol rule in the dungeon.”

“On special occasions, we allow champagne toasts, but we still have to adhere to the no glass in the play areas rule. There are too many bare subbie feet to risk it.” He picked up one glass and passed it to her. “Notice our fancy stemware?”

She accepted it, but couldn’t help but laugh when the base of the cheap plastic snap-together champagne glass fell off and clattered on the table.

“A toast, to us,” he began, but instead of taking a sip, he lowered his mouth to hers, his kiss a mere brushing of lips but filled with emotion.

Energy crackled in the air surrounding them. Val hoped what they were building wasn’t just the excitement of something new, and would turn into a loving, long-lasting, and fulfilling relationship.

As if he read her thoughts, he lifted his head and his glass. “I care for you, Valerie. Since you return those sentiments, I look forward to strengthening our connection.”

“To us,” was all she could manage as they touched glasses. There was no ding like with fine crystal, only an anticlimactic clunk. She couldn’t help but giggle, and he grinned.

“Savor this little taste; it’s all you get tonight.”

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