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nodded.
    “I can fuck you as hard and as long as I want?”
    The words, so raw, natural, caught her off guard. “I thought you were a House Monitor. Don’t you have things you need to do?”
    “I’m off duty for the next two hours.”
    “Master Damien agreed to that?”
    “I asked for three. We compromised at two.” With his fingertip, he drew her a little closer.
    “Pretty sure of yourself,” she said. “No one can sustain a scene for that long.”
    “We’re wasting time. Anything else you want to discuss before I take you downstairs?”
    “Ah…” The moment was here. It was real. And she really had no doubts. “I’m good.”
    He waited a few seconds before nodding. “In that case, let’s get to my rules.”
    Maggie laughed a little. “I knew there was a catch.”
    “You’re comfortable calling me Mr Tomlinson, you can use that in addition to Sir.”
    She scowled. She used Mr Tomlinson to drive distance between them, not as a term of respect. Calling him that would alter their dynamic. “Well played,” she said.
    “Any objections to that?”
    “No.”
    “I expect straightforward communication and honest answers to any questions I ask.”
    “Sounds fair.”
    “If you’re ready, I think it’s about time to get on with it.”
    She nodded.
    “Please respond verbally.”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?” he prompted.
    “Yes, Mr Tomlinson.”
    He looked over his shoulder and signalled to Brandy. The sub moved towards them, and he released his hold on Maggie’s collar. Instead of letting her go, he rested his fingertips on her shoulder. She felt the warmth and firmness of his touch even through the fabric of her shirt.
    She appreciated that he hadn’t let go of her completely. She’d said she didn’t like to be left alone for extended periods, and he seemed to have extrapolated from there, figuring she liked constant assurance from her Dom.
    Until now, she hadn’t realised how nice that was.
    “Please fetch me a leash,” he said when Brandy joined them. “And my personal bag was checked when I arrived. Brown leather. I’d like that as well.”
    “Of course, Master David.”
    Maggie had never been leashed. She’d bought the sparkly, hot-pink leather strip for show. She hadn’t anticipated it would actually be used as a collar.
    Within a minute, the blonde sub returned. With her head bowed, she extended the items he’d requested.
    David thanked the woman. He placed the toy bag on the floor then accepted the black nylon lead.
    With a quick curtsey, Brandy left them.
    Maggie’s gaze was fixated on the lead. His motions were quick and efficient as he attached it in place.
    “I’ll expect you to keep the tension taut so that you keep the appropriate distance between us,” he told her. “Please keep your hands behind your back, except for when we are on the stairs. Your safety matters, so I want you to hold onto the banister. Do you have any problems with my instructions?”
    “No…Mr Tomlinson.” Damn, the formality of the address, especially minus her implied sarcasm, sounded odd. But she was sure it had his desired effect. They were Dom and sub, not co-workers, not friends.
    “Say that again, please,” he instructed.
    He’d spoken softly, but with a steel undertone. With her, it was far, far more effective than if he’d been harsh. She looked at him. Her heart rate decreased as she began to slip into a submissive mindset. “I understand your instructions, Mr Tomlinson, and I have no problem with them.”
    “Very good.”
    His approval made her relax her shoulders.
    “You look very pretty on my leash, Maggie.”
    “I… Thank you, Mr Tomlinson.” Resisting the urge to tug on the hem of her skirt and cover herself, she laced her hands at the small of her back.
    He wrapped the length of nylon around his hand twice, obviously planning to keep her close. “Ready?”
    “Yes, Mr Tomlinson.”
    With a brief nod, he turned and began to walk.
    It took her a couple of steps to match his