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did when he came in a few minutes ago.”
    “I’m sorry.” Her whisper had Simon’s nose flaring.
    “You can’t follow orders worth a damn, Myrna. You’ve
been away from the scene too long. I don’t know why Amery bothers with you, but
nonetheless I’m not the Dom who has to put up with your rebellious ways, or
remind you why you’re supposed to follow protocol.”
    Her jaw hardened as anger filled her. How dare he
treat me like a disobedient child! I’m old enough to be his mother. I was in
the scene for ten years before he entered, and he has no earthly idea what I’ve
been through!
    “Before you go thinking I know nothing, you should
consider I’ve been both a friend and student of Amery’s for nearly thirty-five
years. As such, Amery has confided in me often. I know you went through hell
with Grant, but what right does it give you to treat Amery like this? He’s done
nothing more than care for you. I’m tempted to have you removed from the
premises. Amery even agreed to let me make the final decision if you did find
the nerve to come in…”
    Her shoulders slumped as finality of what her foolish
actions had caused washed over her. Twisting her hands, she lowered her head.
“I apologize, Master Simon.” She turned to leave when Simon gave a long rough
sigh.
    “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,
Myrna.”
    She nodded. “I know. Ask Amery…I mean Master Alastar…
if he’ll give me a call when it’s convenient for him.” She wasn’t sure how she
managed it, but she kept her voice soft and obedient as a submissive should. Evidently
humility is something I need to be reminded of, but damn if it doesn’t sting.
This is probably one of the worst days of my life. I should’ve stayed in bed.
    She moved to open the door when a long arm shot over
her shoulder to slam it shut. “Are you that much of coward, Myrna? You give up
too easily.”
    She went rigid. “I’m not a coward, Master Simon, but
I am a practical woman. I realize you’re both physically stronger and much
larger than me. There is little chance of my overpowering you. I’ll not be
entering the club if you decide to bar me.”
    “Very astute, Mrs. Doherty. While I said I was
tempted to escort you from the premises, there is one way I’ll allow you to enter
today. The question is, though, are you willing to pay the price?”
    Her head pounded as the meaning of his words sank in.
How far was she willing to go to make things right with Amery? As far as
need be. Horror filled her before she found her voice.
    “Yes, Master Simon.”
    His expression turned thoughtful. “You aren’t even
going to ask what the price is before agreeing?”
    She shook her head. “Whatever it is, it’s worth it,
Master Simon.”
    With her head bowed and her back to him, the silence
grew as she waited for him to speak again. Hopefully showing him that she could
be submissive would help her cause.
    “Perhaps there’s hope for you yet, Myrna. Come with
me.”
    She turned and let him lead her into The Sanctuary’s
Lair.

Chapter Seven
    Holding a hot mug of Irish coffee seated in the
Amberboch Room, Amery watched the other members trickle in. He gave a brief nod
to Master Liam, the Dom in charge of the dungeon playrooms, as behind him, his
slave Marissa trailed after him. He watched as Liam sank into his chair and
Marissa knelt at his feet, ready to serve her Master. His loins jumped at the
thought of what would occur by the end of the meeting as the rest of the
Masters settled down in their chairs. It wasn’t uncommon for the founding
members to indulge in play with their submissives, once the business end of the
meeting was finished. More than once the Founder’s Meeting had devolved into a
BDSM voyeur’s paradise.
    The idea of having Myrna at his feet while they
watched the other submissives please their Masters had been his intention all
along. It wouldn’t matter if he and Myrna did nothing. He had wanted to give
her a glimpse of his world