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like the club but he’d wanted
something modern and clean, where the dark intimacy was created not by the
décor but by the lighting, the drapes and the equipment. With Dan’s input, he’d
achieved that.
    There was only one element missing and that was Beth. It
took very little effort on Adam’s part to picture her on the well-padded
spanking bench, her hair streaming toward the floor while he administered a
sound spanking to her luscious behind.
    The playroom was conveniently situated right next to his
bedroom and while a very small number of specially selected subs had been
honored with sessions in there, none had ever found their way to the sacrosanct
domain of his bedroom. His ex had been the last woman in there and she’d left
enough bad memories to last a lifetime.
    Then maybe it’s time you made new memories.
    The voice was soft and gentle—the voice was Beth’s. The
picture in his mind changed, became a slideshow of different images—she’d be on
her knees in front of him, her body gracefully poised in the first position,
her long hair draped over the swell of her breasts or she’d be tied to the bed
in the playroom. Or curled up next to him while she slept, exhausted from the
pleasure he’d demonstrated her beautiful body was capable of experiencing and
the aftercare with which he’d brought her back from subspace.
    And there was no denying it. He opened the bedroom door and
stared at the huge bed—Beth was the first woman he’d wanted in it for a long,
long time.
    The weekend had been something of an epiphany and it had
gone a long way toward explaining why he’d felt so out of kilter for the last
six months—ever since his last birthday and the growing awareness of what his
life had become.
    Scenes at the club no longer left him satisfied. If
anything, they had the opposite effect, leaving him acutely aware of the
emptiness of certain aspects of his life…of a growing need for one special sub
with whom he had an emotional connection as well as a physical one. The early
starts and late finishes at the office were not so much due to the demands of
business as his reluctance to spend too much time in an empty apartment.
    He wanted someone there. Specifically, he wanted Beth.
    For a reckless moment, Adam let his imagination run away
with him—Beth as his sub, in his life 24/7, both at home and in the office. Not
only would he have her there beside him at work, she’d also be coming home with
him. A leisurely dinner together, some time to relax and then he would lead her
to the bedroom and take ownership of her—everything she was, everything she
thought, everything she felt.
    It had been one hell of a weekend.
    The best thing he could do now was get down to some work. He
closed the bedroom door and went downstairs, heading for his well-equipped
office.
    * * * * *
    From Beth’s perspective, Thursday morning came round far too
quickly. She purposely got to the office at a ridiculously early time, hoping
to beat Adam there. Although it wasn’t part of her job, she collected the mail
on her way in, rather than leaving it to the admins who would arrive a couple
of hours later. At the end of the security inspection, she had been very
relieved to take back possession of the office keys.
    Dan Chesterfield had given nothing away regarding the
exercise and it was impossible to read anything into his usual breezy attitude.
He’d chatted briefly with her and then taken his leave of her—strolling away,
one hand in his trouser pocket, whistling tunelessly.
    Beth really needed to focus on something work-related. Writing
rather than retail therapy had been her indulgence of choice, so now she was
hoping that she could face her employer without blushing, given his role as the
blueprint for her Dom—the Dom in her book, she reminded herself sternly.
    “Beth, what the hell are you doing here so early?”
    Caught off guard, for a moment she floundered then grabbed
the lifeline of her sense of composure—it had