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across Archer’s lovely
face.
    “I got the idea from Angus. He recently purchased the
services of a fully trained slave from one of Tristan LeBlanc’s auctions.”
    I gently squeezed his hand. “I don’t do slaves, Archer.”
    “I know that, Zachary.” Oh, boy. He’s definitely getting
annoyed.
    “What exactly are you suggesting?”
    “Are you happy, Zachary?” Archer asked, keeping me
off-balance. Without waiting for an answer, he continued. “I took you away from
a job you loved—and the outlet you need. When we made the decision to go
exclusive, we still had the club for your dominant needs. When I retired—we
retired—it meant you no longer get to top and I truly do know how much you
enjoy both sides of the equation. I’m a greedy bastard.” My dominant,
masterful, confident lover was suddenly behaving in a very uncharacteristic
manner.
    “Shh…don’t worry, Archer. We decided to take this step
together. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” It was true that Archer’s
increased need for privacy drove us to sell our phenomenally successful BDSM
club, but that was a step we’d both wanted to take. Years ago, owning a sex
club while maintaining our personal relationship had been a perfect way to meet
his needs as a Master and allowed me great latitude. When it started to feel
like just another job, we’d both known it was time to sell. I thought we’d both
been happy with the decision.
    “What’s this all about, Archer? Are you having second
thoughts?”
    “Not in the way you think. Zachary, I know I’m not enough to
take care of all your needs.”
    Archer let go of my hand and stood, and I recognized the
action for what it was, a simple need to move, not nerves. Whatever Archer had
done, he was perfectly confident he’d made the right decision for both of us.
It would be up to me to decide how I felt about things once I understood the
agenda.
    “I knew you’d never agree to select a submissive during one
of Tristan’s auctions, so I perused his temporaries catalog. Simply put, love,
these men are here to apply for a job. They’ve come fully vetted and medically
certified. I have their applications and resumes for your review. They know
what’s at stake—a simple contract for services. One year, paid in advance, at a
very favorable rate of compensation, and whoever you select is guaranteed that
we will provide everything that he needs during the time he is with us.”
    Pointing to the stack of folders, Archer continued while I
bit my tongue to keep from interrupting.
    “Each man has provided a list of the things to which he is
willing to submit, including his level of experience. I narrowed the original list
of applicants to these men, but if none of them suits you, there are more to
choose from.
    Archer stopped speaking and looked at me expectantly.
    “I don’t understand. Is this an assistant like in work? Or a
slave you want to watch me train and fuck?” Yeah, I sounded bitter.
    Archer sighed again. “The man you choose is here to be
anything you want him to be for the next year. He is yours. You are mine. You
will always be mine. But you have a powerful need to dominate at times,
and I cannot fulfill that—”
    “I’ve told you it’s enough—”
    I finally interrupted—something he hated and he cut me off
with a wave of his hand. Archer moved to stand so close I was forced to bend my
neck to look up. With his feet shoulder width apart, he had both balance and
leverage. As he pulled me to my feet, everything about him changed from partner
to Master and I understood this conversation was now over.
    “You may have this room to conduct the interviews in any
manner you choose. You have two hours to make your selection and report the
results to me.”
     

Chapter Four
    The night of our party, I bypassed my typical club leather
and opted instead for a dark jacket over blue jeans. I wasn’t really a suit type
of guy—that was Archer. The jacket gave me a little bit of class