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well, and if she happened to see him, she hopefully would
like what she saw.
    He was infinitely glad for his
foresight when he watched Mistress Tara leave her car in front of the
club.
    Damn, she looked good in her crisp black
pantsuit and dark green blouse, complete with bright red stiletto
pumps. He shivered. He could just imagine those heels digging into
his chest. For the first time he saw how petite she truly was -
such a small, sexy, strong woman. He sighed.
    He hid his budding erection behind his
overcoat and flashed her a blinding smile.
    She stopped to wait for him, her
face solemn and guarded. Aaron’s smile deepened; he didn’t worry at all. He
would make her glow with happiness. Her pleasure was all that would
matter to him for the next week.
    “So nice to meet you again, Ma’am,” he
said politely, greeting her with a slight bow.
    “ Good to see you, Mr.
Harte ,” she
said, her voice slightly cool.
    He fought to keep the frown from his
face and followed her into the innocent-looking
building.
    Their ways parted in the hallway,
where Mistress Tara left him with a curt nod, turning towards the
dominant’s wardrobes.
    He stared longingly after her before he
walked to the locker room for the subs. He chose a free closet and
sat down for a moment, just looking at the wall, concentrating on
his breath. Trying to regain his calm, unnecessary as it was; she
would take care of him. He felt a surge of warmth inside of him. No
need to be in control. He could feel free here.
    He started to undress, shoes first. He
just hoped he had a wonderful afternoon ahead of him.

    Tara opened the door of
the subs’
locker room as quietly as possible. He had turned his back on her
and was just removing his shoes.
    She felt a pleasant rash of goose bumps
spreading over her arms.
    He looked like a present, ready to be
unwrapped. His black suit so elegant, the contrast sharp against
his pale golden skin and dark blond hair. She loved his unruly
curls, the soft touch of rebellion they gave his otherwise
immaculate exterior.
    It was unfair to be cool and
unfriendly to him just because he threatened to get closer than he
was supposed to get. It was her job to keep her heart
safe ; he was
just a soft, exceedingly beautiful little sub who desperately
wanted to please her. It would be cruel to reject him just because
she was weak.
    He stuffed his socks into the shoes. Damn,
even his feet were sexy: slim and high-arched, strong and
masculine. He put his jacket into the locker and unbuttoned his
vest. A vest. She smiled softly. The conservative clothing was so
hot on this sweet, boyish little sub.
    She swallowed her groan when he pulled off
his shirt and revealed the strong, perfectly sculpted muscles of
his back, scratching his neck softly before he straightened the
waistband of his pants. They rode low on his hips.
Delicious.
    “Mr. Harte,” Tara said
firmly.
    She hummed with delight when he didn’t
startle, but turned around calmly and promptly, eyes lowered to the
floor.
    “Yes, Ma’am?” his voice soft and
obedient. So pleasing.
    “ Eyes on me,” she ordered, and he
complied immediately, his light green eyes stunningly beautiful.
She handed him the black bracelet. He took it carefully.
    “ Wear this,” she said, “and shed
the pants and underwear. I promise you won’t need them.”
    “Yes, Ma’am.” He answered promptly and
opened his belt without the slightest sign of
discomfort.

Chapter 5

    Aaron forced himself not to finger the
bracelet. A black one, and he was rightfully wearing it; he was a
committed sub, and his Domme would take care of him.
    He kept his gaze lowered although they
were all alone in the quiet club. He had a giant erection, but no
problem with his nudity; he was used to being naked even in front
of large crowds. He was still trying to figure out what exactly
Mistress Tara’s reputation at the club was. Phil seemed to be
rather scared of her. No idea why, though, everything he’d seen of
her so far