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she
hadn’t considered other, deeper, psychological reasons for why he did what he
did.
    She suddenly
gave him an indecipherable look. It didn’t bode well, and he tensed. “Then
again, since you raised the ‘shrink’ issue, that leads me to suspect it might
be more than poor practice, and instead you had a very strong reason for
becoming a Dom in the first place.”
    This one was way
too clever. He stared hard at her and was startled to discover she looked away
almost immediately. That was usually a sign of a sub. Very curious. She glanced at him
again, and he tried hard to hold back a smile. He knew he could win this
contest of holding a person’s gaze, so what would she do next?
    Olivia took the
coward’s way out, to his way of thinking, and looked down at the file again.
“Since you are refusing to answer me that tells me I
am right.” When she looked up again he saw pity in her eyes and felt his face
go tight. Her voice was unusually quiet. “What was it, Trey, abuse,
abandonment, divorce, rejection, humiliation?”
    Shit! He
had to move her away from that line of thinking. Leaning back in his chair he
took a casual sip of his mineral water, trying to appear unaffected.   He went back to her original question hoping to
divert her. “I’ve been a Dom all my adult life. So you are going to have to
work hard to get me to change my ways. What’s the saying? An
old dog and all that.” He gave her a look of arrogance. Try and change me, if you can.
    She raised her
eyebrows, but immediately came back at him with her next question. “What was it
about Marilyn that bothered you?”
    Damn. Olivia
got right to the crux of the problem. Marilyn was the sub he had gone way
overboard with, but he wasn’t about to admit he didn’t like her because of her
name, and even hated saying it. That sounded much too stupid. Nope, it was
someone else who had been called that name a long time ago and the sub just
reminded him of her. It hadn’t helped that she actually looked like his mother,
too—olive complexion, close set eyes, big nose, with a dark fringe that came
right down into her eyes as if to hide her intent. All his
life he had avoided brunettes, usually going for blondes.
    But Olivia was
waiting, drumming her fingernails on the file. He had to come up with
something, so he said, “She was too young.” Dammit,
that sounds lame. But it was all he could think of in the heat of the
moment.
    About to take a
sip of her drink Olivia sputtered it out. Trey was amused by her flushed cheeks
as she grabbed hold of her napkin and dabbed at her mouth. “What’s that
supposed to mean? All the subs in the club are generally young.”
    He shrugged. It
actually was a reason why he was dissatisfied with being a Dom these days.
“Tell me about it. As I get older they all seem to get younger and younger.”
    “So what’s wrong
with that? I thought we Dominants liked constantly having fresh, beautiful subs
at our disposal.”
    “ Ooo , Mistress Olivia. That sounded distinctly snippy. Are
you feeling your age, methinks? How old are you? And, let me ask you the same
question. How long have you been a Domme ?” He’d nearly said “sub”. Mentally he was beginning
to regard her as a sub, and started to wonder why. He was ruminating on this, so
he nearly missed her answer.
    “I’m fifty, and
I’ve been a Domme for twenty-two years. And I
actually echo your comment. They do seem to get younger as we get older. But I
want to know why you said it.”
    He shrugged.
“They just seem a different generation. Well, I know they are, but they just
seem stupid and ignorant, just doing it because it is fashionable. I don’t ever
remember being that shallow.”
    Olivia laughed a
deep throaty chuckle that warmed him. “Okay, that’s a whole other debate. Let’s
move on and get the basic rules out of the way.”
    She looked at him expectantly, and he returned her look with one of
disbelief. I know the fucking rules. When
she raised an