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who& well, let s just say, I m glad looks can t really kill, or I d be dead. When he
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frowned, still not understanding, she put on a patient look and explained. I think there
are women in your church that had hoped to catch you and bringing me to church
twice in two weeks has them a tad& upset.
The light dawned in his eyes. Oh, you must mean Mrs. Finch and her daughter
Emily! He laughed. Mrs. Finch is always trying to find a husband for Emily. She s a
sweet girl; we dated a few times. But she s very much under her mother s thumb.
Sarah smiled. Those two had certainly been chief among the unhappy faces. She
tried to picture tall, strong and handsome Phillip with mousy-looking Emily. A sudden
picture popped into her imagination of Emily bound and gagged, submitting to her
Master. So real did it seem that she choked on her toast.
He helped her to a glass of water and raised her arm over her head until she could
signal that she was fine. Waving the waiter away, he waited until she regained her
composure before questioning her, What happened?
She grinned weakly at him and told him the image that had invaded her thoughts.
He grinned right back at her and looked off, considering the picture. Hmm& he
teased. I see the two of you lying on the floor, bound and gagged together.
You would! Isn t that every man s fantasy? To have several women serve him at
one time?
His eyes grew serious. And if it is?
She frowned as she considered his implication. Making love to another woman was
not something she had ever considered well, not considered for herself. Two of her
friends were lesbians and it had made no impact on her friendship with them at all.
Whatever happened behind closed doors was none of her business.
Phillip watched her consider this new thought. Broadening her horizons was a part
of what he wanted her to experience. Each step of her training took mental preparation
as well as physical. Sarah had given him an opening to introduce this idea to her was
she yet willing to perform it? He ate his breakfast and observed her reactions.
How did she feel about him having two women at one time? Sarah fiddled with her
fork as she delved for the root issue. Could she share him? Was that the question? No,
the real question was, did she even have the right to demand his solo allegiance to her?
If she was his slave, did she have the right to tell him no?
I don t think I m ready to do that, Sir, she finally answered, her voice low in the
crowded restaurant. I mean, I m not asking you for a commitment or anything& what
you do during the week is your business. She hurriedly sipped her water. But on the
weekends, when I am your& slave, she whispered the word, I m not ready to share
you.
He smiled, almost in relief. She was about to learn the most important lesson he had
to teach her: that Master/slave relationships involved a sharing of power. Reaching
across the table, he took her hand.
Sarah, he began, knowing that when he used her name, she recognized the
seriousness of what he was about to say, you do have a commitment from me you
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wear my collar. Her hand flew to her throat to feel the small leather choker. That
commitment goes both ways, he continued. You serve me with your submission, but I
also have a responsibility to serve you not only by protecting you, but also in
respecting your wishes. He paused and let that sink in.
So you re not angry that I really don t want to have another woman around yet?
He laughed. Of course not! But I noticed you used the word yet. Does that mean
someday you might say yes? His eyes twinkled as he further planted the idea in her
head.
Sarah grinned. I know what word I used and I meant it. She grew serious. I
know that as the Master you have the right to command me. But you re saying that
what you really want is more of the exchange of power you had me read about as
opposed to a suppression of my wants and desires?
Exactly. Sarah, I am falling more in love with you each day. You re witty and
intelligent and a wonderfully independent woman. And on top of all that, you are
willing, each weekend, to set all that aside and kneel before me as my slave. That is a
wonderful gift you give me and I treasure it deeply.
Sarah felt her breath catch in her throat. He was so earnest the deeply held power
she d glimpsed on several occasions was so evident she was surprised everyone in the
restaurant didn t turn around and bow down to him. Had they been home, back at his
cottage, she would have dropped to her knees in submission. He wanted her. He was in
love with her. The passion of his words made her head swim.
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