dakota_trace_his_christmas_gift_myrnas by dakota trace Page B

Amery when
they stopped in front of a closed door. He mentally prepared himself, before
nodding to Simon to open the door. Lifting the key ring off his belt, Simon
slid the key into the lock. Giving it a twist he stepped back to allow Amery
access. Just before Amery touched the handle, Simon gave his shoulder a
squeeze. “Give her a chance, Amery. It took a lot of courage for her to do
this.”  Then he turned and disappeared back down the hall.
    What the hell is that supposed to mean? Surely Simon
didn’t leave an abused sub with me. It was policy that if an abused sub applied for sanctuary, the Dom assigned to
him or her would be present during all interactions with club members. Until
the Dom in question removed the red ribbons marking their abused status from
the slave’s cuffs, all Doms abided by the rule. As far as he knew, there had
never been any incidents of abuse with those who had claimed the Sanctuary’s
Lair as their safe haven.
    Softly cursing Simon, he opened the door, and nearly
swallowed his tongue. Kneeling in the middle of the playroom floor next to the
St. Andrew’s cross was the last woman he’d expected to see. Behind his
trousers, his cock hardened in a rush. His head spun as all blood flow became
centered in his aching groin. Kneeling with her legs wide-spread, her weight
resting on her heels, her hands lying palm up on her bare thighs and head
bowed, was Myrna. Her long hair had been secured in a high ponytail while all
she wore was a pair of leather shorts with a halter top. His breathing grew
erratic as he took in her bare legs and midriff. She was all soft curves and
lightly toned muscles. All Amery wanted to do was take a great big bite.
    Not trusting his voice, he turned and gave her his
back. He focused on a spot just above the doorway. Dammit, I need to get
control of myself. After taking a few deep breaths, he turned back around
to see her duck her head. The naughty little slave had been peeking at him. This
won’t do… and since she’s dressed for the part…
    “Eyes down, slave.” He didn’t wait to see if she
obeyed before walking over to the large cupboard attached to the far wall.
Opening it, he rummaged around inside until he found what he was looking for.
Testing the bite of the clamps against his forefinger, he nodded with
satisfaction.
    Closing his palm over them, he shut the door before
returning to stand in front of her. “Do you give yourself to me freely, m’gnogag? Think before you answer. I was not expecting this tempting offer, but if
you agree now, I’ll assume you’re interested in pursuing a Dom-sub relationship
with me.”
    He watched as her tongue peaked out to moisten her
lower lip. “Are you saying I didn’t have to do this, Master, to make amends?”
    A sinking feeling in his stomach accompanied her
words. He had a good idea how she’d ended up in the position. Damn Simon! He
used my ‘by your leave’ to force her into what I desire the most. I can’t take
what isn’t being freely given.
    “Get up, Myrna.” Pocketing the clamps, he turned his
back to her. “I’m taking you out of here.”
    “Master?” The uncertainty in her trembling soft voice
tore at him.
    “I…think it’s best if you go home. I’ll call on you
tomorrow morning for our trip to Dublin.”
    “Please, Master.” Her hand touched his arm. “Tell me
what I’ve done wrong. I’m a bit rusty but I can…”
    He cut her off. “You’ve done nothing wrong. I won’t
take what’s not freely given.”
    “Excuse me?” The submissive tone she’d been using had
disappeared. In its place were the normal brisk tones she used often when she
was aggravated with him.
    “Please tell me Simon didn’t blackmail you into that
get up. That he didn’t refuse you entry unless you submitted to me.” He turned
towards her. “I want your submission freely given, not coerced in any way.
Until you can offer that, I can’t do this with you, no matter how much I yearn
and long for