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over. “If you wait too long, then you get the dreaded barbecued grilled cheese, and we ain’t taking Memphis-style, people.”
    Brie set out three plates, grabbed a sprig of fresh parsley. Then she lovingly placed the sandwiches on the plates and stood back with a proud smile. “And that, my friends, is how you cook a killer grilled cheese!” She bowed gracefully, then turned to the pretend camera and ran her fingers across her throat. “Cut!”
    She hurried to open the back door to let Sir know that lunch was ready, but stopped short when she saw the two men. Master Anderson was instructing Sir how to handle the bullwhip. Her knees almost gave out as she watched Sir swing the whip back and forth before hitting the bottom of the post with a loud snap.
    Master Anderson shook his head and repositioned Sir’s arm. This time, Sir stared at the post with intense concentration before swinging again. He lashed the post directly in the middle. It was as if Brie could feel the sting of it on her back, and she almost dropped from the impact.
    Both men looked in her direction. Brie realized she must have made a noise and blushed. To cover it, she announced with a respectful bow, “Lunch is ready, Master.” She hoped it wasn’t obvious how much she was trembling.
    “We’ll join you in a minute, téa.”
    Brie bowed again and shut the door. She made her way back to the kitchen to finish setting the table, but her mind was not on her task. Sir is practicing the bullwhip.
    He knew her feelings about the bullwhip. He had asked her the night she’d scened with Master Anderson at The Haven. It frightened her, the thought of being whipped again…
    Maybe it was simply a way to relieve his stress. Men often bonded over physical activity. Typically it was over a game of basketball, but considering their kinky inclinations, chatting over a bullwhip seemed perfectly natural, right?
    The men walked in, both sweaty from their workout. Brie looked at Sir through hooded eyes as he sat down. He winked at her before looking down at his plate. “I see you went with an American classic, téa.”
    Master Anderson pulled the bread apart to examine it more closely. “But with a uniquely Brie twist to it,” he added with a smirk. He reassembled the sandwich and took a bite, announcing afterwards, “You went with a blend of three creamy cheeses. Good choice. The outside is nice and toasted, the cheese properly melted, but I can’t say I care for the selection of meat. I think a slice of tomato would suffice.”
    Sir took his own bite. His face showed little expression as he chewed. After he had finished, he glanced at Master Anderson as he informed Brie, “Naturally, I disagree with the addition of tomato. I believe by replacing the bacon with pancetta you would have a fine sandwich, téa.”
    Brie wanted to burst with pride. Her first culinary success with Sir! He had eaten what she’d served him ever since she’d become his submissive, but this was her first real triumph. She wanted to squeal with happiness and struggled to keep quiet. It was only a grilled cheese sandwich, after all.
    It seemed that Sir was more relaxed after his practice session with Master Anderson. He was more like himself during the meal, but insisted on leaving shortly after.
    “I thank you for your time, Brad. As always, talking with you gives me a healthy perspective.”
    “Think nothing of it.”
    “Now you can go back to teasing the neighborhood.”
    Master Anderson grinned. “Think of the thrill you would cause if both of you joined me in weeding the front garden. Two bare-chested men and a little sex kitten in a miniskirt. I’m sure we could get the entire neighborhood out for the show.”
    Sir shook his head. “You need to get a permanent sub.”
    “Gardening has a calming effect, Thane. Maybe you should look into it.”
    Sir scoffed and walked out through the front door. “Come, téa.”
    Master Anderson said to Sir as he left, “Don’t forget what