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what if something is said, what if he works out what my mother is, how she earns her living. It wouldn’t take much then to put two and two together. I’ve managed to put all that behind me. I can’t let it surface now.
    I’ve moved on, I’m a new person, my life is different now. No connection remains to any of that . Apart from my sisters that is, and I’m desperate to see them. I have to speak to them, reassure myself they’re all right. And when I can, I’ll rescue them, just as I eventually rescued myself.
    Footsteps on the other side of the door, a light flashes on, and suddenly he’s there. Handsome as sin, his grin utterly wicked. “Hello, Summer. It’s good to see you. Come in.”
    “Thank you.” I return the polite greeting as he gestures me across the threshold.
    “Let me hang your coat up.” He holds out his hand as I unbutton my jacket, and helps to slip it off my shoulders.
    He hangs it from a spare hook in a row beside the door then turns to me. Moments later I’m caught, sandwiched between his larger frame and the back of the door, his lips on mine. I sink my fingers into his hair as I accept his tongue sliding against mine. The tangled, sensuous dance starts up again as he tightens his arms around me, lifting me off my feet. He breaks the kiss at last.
    “Welcome to Keswick, little sub. I want to fuck you, now, but I suppose I should offer to feed you first. Are you hungry? Thirsty?”
    “Yes. All that, but I can wait. The fucking part sounds good to me, Sir.”
    “God, I like you. Follow me.”
    He turns abruptly and walks away from me down the hallway. I scurry in his wake, following him into a comfortable-looking lounge. The floor is solid wood, strewn with rugs. Two chocolate colored leather sofas face each other across the room, and a flat screen television dominates one wall. Apart than that, the only additional furniture is a pair of bookcases. I’ve no time to familiarize myself with Dan Riche’s taste in literature though, as he turns on his heel and orders me to strip.
    I do it immediately. Maybe, in time, I’ll become more skilled at removing my clothes seductively. Perhaps I’ll perfect the art of sexy disrobing, maybe even learn to do it to music. But not now. Not today. Today I simply undress without further comment. He’s lounging on one of the sofas watching me, I know that I have his full attention, just as he has mine, but I don’t raise my eyes to look at Dan. Although he hasn’t told me to kneel, I do that anyway. It seems the natural thing to do, to place myself at his feet and wait for his further instructions.
    He leans forward, his hand in my hair lifting my face to look at him. “You are very lovely. You delight me, Summer. Absolutely.”
    I don’t know how to answer, what to say. So I say nothing, just smile. It seems to be sufficient, as he leans in to kiss me again. His lips are gentler, less demanding. My mouth opens under his, but he doesn’t invade this time. So I do, slipping my tongue into his mouth, tasting, testing, exploring. My actions are innocuous enough, but I feel adventurous, pushy, maybe a little assertive. My transformation amazes even me. A few stern words, an instruction to strip, and I’m naked at his feet and eager for whatever he decides to do with me.
    “I promised you a spanking the other evening, but became distracted by your minty little cunt. We need to put that right, I think. Here and now.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He straightens and sits a little farther back, patting his knee in a gesture which leaves no room for doubt as to his immediate intention. I stand and lean across his lap, settling my weight safely.
    “Comfortable?”
    “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
    “Ten strokes, quite hard. I’ll stop if you ask me to, but I’d prefer not to.”
    “Of course, Sir.” I brace myself for the first slap.
    He doesn’t keep me waiting long, and I hiss in my breath as his palm connects sharply with my left buttock. He hasn’t asked me