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it as victory, and I still hate giving him that satisfaction.
    “The thing is,” I say, lowering my eyes. “I want you. I want to be with you.”
    Awkward silence poisons the atmosphere between us. He doesn’t react, not with a single sound or gesture.
    Because he knows that I’m not done.
    I dare to look up and meet his dark eyes, fixating on me with anticipation.
    “But,” I add. “I want to be free, too. Not chained up to a room or bed like a pet.”
    He presses his lips together and nods with understanding.
    “Yet, this is what you have been fantasizing about, isn’t it?” he asks. “To be restrained, used, fucked mercilessly-”
    “Yes, but not-”
    “For real,” he finishes my sentence. “You don’t want to be a captive. You want to play captive.”
    I pause for a few seconds until I find myself nodding. “Yes, I guess you could say that.”
    His gaze darkens. “Well, I don’t play . I want you my way, and I will take you my way.”
    His words have an effect on me that frightens me. I try to ignore the silly jump beneath my chest and the warm throbbing at my center and continue to eat the last few bites of my meal.
    When the plate is clean, I drop the fork on it with an audible clash and reach for the water to wash it down.
    He looks at me expectantly.
    “Thank you,” I say. “It was delicious.”
    “Don’t skip dessert,” he says. “You deserve it.”
    I turn to him. “Do I now?”
    He nods without looking at me.
    “If this were a test of loyalty,” he says. “Wouldn’t you say that you passed with flying colors?”
    I shrug. “It wasn’t a test, though. And you got angry at me.”
    “Because I thought you were lying to me,” he explains.
    “And you don’t think that anymore?”
    He shakes his head. “No. I believe you.”
    I nod and pick up the dessert fork and try the first bite of the mini cake. It tastes divine, and if we were in a different situation, I would ask him where he got it so I would know where to go the next time a cake craving hit me.
    “I was careless,” he adds, much to my surprise. “I’m not like that usually, and it made me angry. Angry at myself, but you were the one I took it out on.”
    I look at him with confusion. “Is this your way of apologizing?”
    He nods without saying a word.
    “Thank you,” I whisper.
    I finish the little cake by myself. I have already gotten so used to eating alone even when he is sitting next to me that I don’t think of asking him whether he wants to try it, too.
    “It was delicious,” I say when I am done. “Thank you.”
    He smiles. “Told you.”
    He gets up and picks up the tray.
    “I will be back to tuck you in,” he says and turns around to the door.
    “Tuck me in?” I ask. “Attach the leash to the hook, you mean?”
    He stops mid motion and turns around to me. “Exactly.”
    My heart sinks.
    “I thought there was going to be more training after dinner?” I ask.
    He looks at me with a stern face and shakes his head.
    “Not tonight.”
    My eyes follow him as he walks out the door.
    No training.
    I don't know whether he wants to punish me with this or if he thinks he's being nice.
    I could be relieved. After all the stress of the day, there will be no strenuous and humiliating training tonight. No physical punishment, no disciplining—but also no pleasure, no orgasm, no intimate time with him that could have served as a much needed release.
    No, I'm not relieved. If anything I'm disappointed.

Chapter 7

    LEONARD
     
     
    A few days have passed since my dangerous negligence, and I manage to keep my distance from her. The fact that I let her convince me to leave her leash unattached and then forgot to lock her door just shows how much Liz is messing with my head. I let her get too close too soon. She mesmerized me into acting like a fool.
    I developed a routine that lets me see her a few times a day to feed her and check up on her. There are times when I leave her leash unattached, so she is able to