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expecting her. She'd been invited to one of the few parties that I'd attended solo. Amber and I had always operated with a safety in numbers attitude, so it was rare that I went anywhere alone. I was supposed to have been meeting a Dom I'd been introduced to the week before, but found myself adrift when he was a no-show. I'm not sure if Mistress Kayla had picked up on any of that. I'd just noticed her staring at me from a deep leather seat where she held everyone else's attention.
    I hadn't known it at the time, but she rarely went to parties and her appearance was revered. All I'd known was that the most beautiful woman in the room was staring at me, and those unfathomable, piercing green eyes irrationally made my body tingle.
    Rising from her seat, she made her way across the room to where I stood, nursing the soda I'd managed to find. Though I was a drinker, my common sense always made sure I never touched a drink at these events. I was a fast learner so it had only taken one incident. I slid to the side to let her pass, but she didn't move into the next room. She stopped next to me, her head held high, her eyes on something beyond me. Her domination oozed from every pore, but the act of not looking into my eyes told me she was avoiding spooking me.
    “You're here alone?”
    “Yes, ma'am.”
    I saw the smile grace her lips at my response. When she turned her head to look at me directly, I averted my eyes to my bare feet.
    “You fascinate me, sub. I can't get a read on you. That's... rare. What's your name?”
    I swallowed past the lump in my throat and rubbed my sweaty palms on my dress. Most Dominants had the ability to make me come to heel, but this woman was something else. Her mere presence demanded submission, and my body and mind wanted to comply.
    “My name is Katherine, Mistress.”
    “Hmm, Katherine's too long. I think I'll call you Kit. Come with me.”
    I heard a small gasp from a sub I'd been standing close to. I wasn't sure if I'd done something wrong or if this was just unprecedented, but I felt my stomach flip. For whatever reason, this woman had demanded my attention and I was more than eager to give it to her. I could feel the tension crackle between our bodies as she stood and waited for my response, while the only thing I could do was shuffle from one foot to the other as two sides of me warred against one another. There was an undeniable connection between the two of us, one that made me breathless, but there was another part of me, a shadow of the person I had been, who couldn't get past the fact that she was a female.
    “Kitty, I will not force you into something you don't want,” she said sternly, stepping closer. She leaned in, her mouth blowing cool air against my earlobe as her perfume wrapped around me like an embrace. “But you and I both feel this. I can read it in the rise and fall of your chest. Will you deny yourself?”
    I couldn't. I wouldn't. Everything in me seemed to lean toward her. My body sensed hers and my stomach tightened at the lilt of an accent I couldn't quite place. She was a force of nature, and I would have been idiotic to turn her down because my own sexuality confused me. I felt alive just listening to her, and she knew that as well as I did.
    “No, Mistress.”
    “So polite,” she whispered, her fingers trailing down my cheek. “Now, come and talk with me. I want to know you better.”
    My feet finally moved after that and I followed her into the basement, which had been cleared at her request. We talked all night. She'd given me the freedom to chatter as much as I liked, and I did. In fact, I didn't shut up until she finally kissed me, five minutes before she left.
    Two years later, and I couldn't imagine my life without her in it.
    “There you are.”
    I blinked rapidly and took in her position. The room was empty of anyone but the two of us, and she was crouched in front of me, her hands stroking down my hair gently.
    “I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't