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how I felt at his revelation. I realized I’d been desperately hoping for this to be my truth. For Him to be my Master.
    Chloe’s arms curled around my waist to take my weight, while Master untied the rope from the ring, leaving my wrists still bound. He bent and picked me up as if I were a kitten, and then carried me from the room.
    Chloe opened another door and Master took me through into a room that was comparatively bright. A cast-iron bed sat in the center of the floor and Master took me to it. He sat on the bed with me draped across his lap, a gentler imitation of our positions in the training room.
    Chloe secured my wrists tightly, but gave my ankles a lot more slack. She dropped the oil bottle and some cloths on the bedspread and left the room.
    “ Natasha, I have coveted your beauty since you first came to me.”  
    Master drizzled the warm oil onto the small of my back. I whimpered as he pressed his hand onto my back and spread the oil lower, easing it over the raw patches all over my bottom and thighs.
    “ Master?”  
    His fingers pressed into the thick tissue of my ass cheeks, bringing sharp tingles to my skin and sharper tingles to my wanton pussy.
    “ I saw through you the moment you walked into my office. The brittle pride that impaled you. The shadow you cast that you could not flee. I would have disciplined you on the spot.”  
    Clearly he knew what effect his hands were having on me. I risked moving my hips to grind my clit against his thigh. He ran his hands around the curves of my ass and began to work my thighs.
    “ Master, why did you wait so long?”  
    He dipped his hands down between my legs and didn’t stop me when I slid them apart.
    “ You know the answer, Natasha. Ask yourself why you came here today.”  
    Because I’d had no other option. Because I had refused all other help. “Because you told me to, Master.”
    “ That is an excellent answer, Natasha.”  
    He brought one hand back up to my ass, slowly infusing His heat into the raw sting of my skin. His other hand pressed against my clit and the jolt it sent through me almost tore my senses apart. I sucked in a breath as sharp as any I’d taken during my discipline. And I finally found the truth of this relationship: that while Master may hurt me, He would never harm me.
    “ Now, Natasha. You still have not answered the second part of my question.”  
    “ Master?”  
    “ You told me how you feel. You have not told me what you want.”  
    “ Master, I want to feel You inside me. I want to come against You.”  
    He ground tiny circles against my clit and I moaned with want. “Raise yourself off me, Natasha.”
    I did as I was told and Master slipped off the bed and released my bonds. For an awful moment I thought we were done. That He was sending me back to work.
    “ Natasha, this is new to you, and I am a fair Master. We clearly still have much work to do.”  
    “ Master, I have displeased you?”  
    “ Turn yourself toward me.”  
    I rotated on the bed until my face was level with His bulging groin. He took my hands and rubbed at the marks where the rope had bitten in.
    “ Natasha, you want to feel me inside you. That is what you said.”  
    “ Yes, Master.”  
    “ Do you know what I want?”  
    “ No, Master.”  
    “ Exactly. That must be your first thought.”  
    I felt my belly freeze, knowing He was right. Even with all I’d learned, I was still caught up in my own needs. I’d failed to think of Him, of His needs, just as I had done with everyone I’d ever been close to. Self-absorption was what started me on the power grab of success. I wanted to be the best, I wanted to have everything money could buy, I wanted the corner office in the tallest high-rise, I wanted to be CEO of the most prestigious companies. Two of the most despicable words there were, leaning against each other for support.
    Want.
    “ I’m sorry, Master,” I said earnestly. He was still teaching me lessons.  
    He