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over her delicate, childlike ones.
    “Serena,” he said, his voice soft, “this is meant to be good for both of us.  Do you understand?  If you do not want this, nothing bad will happen to you.  I don’t want to do anything that you don’t also want.  Please tell me you understand that?”
    She began to repeat the word ‘yes’ again, but couldn’t.  She struggled with herself for a moment, but then looked up at him.
    “But if I’m your slave, why do you care if I want this?  Isn’t this supposed to be about me giving into what you want?”
    He smiled warmly.  “Yes, but that’s the fun of it.  It’s about the fun of submission.  You’re doing what I want, but only because submitting is what you want.  Do you see?” 
    “I don’t know,” she admitted.
    “Hm, that’s true.”  A mischievous grin grew on his face, almost exactly like the one she had seen on his friend earlier.  He leaned forward, placing his face deliciously close to hers again.  He smiled, and once again she got the crazy desire to reach out and bite his lower lip.  “Then tell me this: do you want me?”
    “Yes,” she said, unable to stop herself.
    The smile grew.  “Yes what?”
    “Yes, master.”
    “Good, good.”  He reached out and brushed her hair out of her face, his gaze drinking in all the soft curves of it.  “Then let me promise you this: if you want me, then try me out.  All of me, including the kink.  And if you don’t like it, you can leave at any time.  And if you do like it,” he said, leaning forward and placing his lips on her ear, “which you will, I’ll turn you into the filthiest whore that ever fucked in my bedroom.”
    He bit her earlobe and she thought she’d die.  But she wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or excitement.
    “So, what do you say?” he asked, pulling back and searching her eyes.  “Do you want to play with me?”
    She stared at him, blinded, like he was the sun.
    “Yes,” she breathed.
    He smirked.
    “Yes what, Serena.”
    “Yes, master.”
    “Good.  So let’s count,” he said, getting up again, suddenly back into his Dom personality.  Serena’s breath became shaky again, overpowered by his animalistic aura.  “That’s three times that you have failed to address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’  Isn’t it, Serena?”
    “Yes,” she said, miserable at her failure.  Already, she realized, she wanted to please him and was furious at herself for failing to adhere to the rules.  It wasn’t about the money anymore, it was about herself.  Was that what he meant?  Doing what he wanted was what she wanted?  True submission?
    “And that’s four.  That’s not very good, is it?  Failing to give due respect to your Master?  You’re my slave now, Serena—I own you.  I own everything about you.  Your body, your speech, everything you do and say.  And when you fail to please me, I have to discipline you.”
    He leaned against his desk now, his gaze settling on her darkly and seductively.  Serena’s hands trembled.
    “Stand up, Serena, let me see you.”
    She obeyed, standing up and keeping her hands clasped.  She was wearing the dress and jewelry that he had sent to her in that impeccably wrapped gift box.  She wondered what he had in mind, but when he made a come hither motion at her, she could no longer think, just give in and obey.
    “Over the desk,” he ordered.  She bit her lip.  “Bend over the desk and put your hands down on it, flat.  I need to see you if I’m going to figure out how we’re going to punish you.”
    She obeyed him, walking to the desk and bending over.  The desk was cold and glossy wood, smelling richly of polish as she placed her cheek down on it.  Val walked to the back of her and paused, appraising her from behind.  She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of it all.
    One of his large, strong hands ran up her thigh, just barely lifting the delicate silk skirt of her dress.  She sighed a