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you’re submitting to a man half your
age. It is a simple gesture of respect. She was just getting ready to drop
to her knees before him when he stopped her.
    “There is no need for that, sub. I don’t stand on
formality in this room.”
    That’s when Myrna noticed the small upholstered bench
half hidden by the shadows of the high backed chair. Relief rushed over her so
fast she was surprised she didn’t feel light-headed. Sinking down on the bench
three feet from the chair, she waited for him to speak.
    “I understand it’s been more than several years since
you’ve been here. A few things have changed - most of them for the better. This
is a club where the members either are unattached while being trained, or are
part of a committed relationship. As such, we’ve had to enact a few new rules
to avoid confusion.”
    She nodded. “That’s understandable. So what do I need
to do, Master Simon, to keep from being mistaken for a sub looking for
training? I merely wish to revisit a part of my youth.” Keeping her voice even,
Myrna sat still as possible, while she waited for his answer - hoping against
all things sacred he wouldn’t see the lie for what it was. At his continued
silence she grew nervous once more. Is he angry at my forwardness?
    Before he could answer her, the phone sitting on the
low table between them rang.
    “Excuse me for a moment.”
    She nodded before tuning out the conversation he was
having. Evidently not all my habits died when Grant left me. I can’t believe
how easy it is to fall back into routines I haven’t used in years. It’s almost
as if I never left. Or perhaps it’s because I know with Amery’s training, Simon
is a Master of integrity?
    “Thank you, Sanders. I’ll prepare her.” The gentle
click of the phone in its cradle brought her back to their conversation. She
glanced up at him expectantly.
    Master Simon stroked his chin thoughtfully before
meeting her gaze. It felt rather disconcerting considering that she’d been
trained to always keep her eyes lowered in the presence of a Dom. “Interesting.
What makes you think that you’ll be mistaken for a sub looking for training
instead of a collared sub?”
    She cocked her head. “If I were collared, I would not
be here alone.” The drumming of his fingers on the arm drew her attention as
unease filled her. “Have I angered you with my assumptions, Master Simon?”
    He shook his head. “No, Myrna, you haven’t angered
me. It just leaves me in a bit of a predicament. That was Sanders, the security
guard who brought you in. It seems  possible that while you may think that no
one has a claim on you, there is the very real probability that someone does.”
    Confusion swamped her. “Predicament? How could it…”
She finally grasped the rest of his response. “I assure you, I’ve been
un-collared for many years, Master Simon.”
    “I am aware of your past with Master Grant. Frankly
speaking, Myrna, I find it highly disturbing even after all these years - what
he did to you – no sub deserves to be blindsided like that. In fact, after what
happened, your membership was put in what everyone assumed was a temporary
status, which would’ve been removed after you had healed and decided to return
to the lifestyle.”
    Her eyebrows rose. “I don’t understand, Master
Simon.”
    “It’s quite simple, Myrna.” She heard the familiar
voice of the man she’d been trying not to think of and had spectacularly
failed. Amery Alastar was behind her. Relief warred with anger when she looked
up to find him closing the door behind him. He was dressed in his leathers with
his silver hair brushed back from his face. The aura of dominance surrounding
him had her breath catching and her heart racing. Desire to submit to him
warred with genuine anger. He was never at the club on Thursdays – that’s
why I took the chance on coming today. I wasn’t expecting to see him here. The
only way he knew I was here is if he’s had me