Free His to Command #4: The Arrangement by Opal Carew Page B

moments later with a tray that held mugs, cream, sugar, and a coffee thermos. She set it on the table and poured them both a cup, then put sugar and cream in hers. She knew he took his black.
    Kate sat across from him on the rocker. “You said you had a proposal for me.” She seemed anxious to hear what he had to say.
    “Yes. Although I don’t think you and I can be together, I do believe you’ll eventually find a man who will make you happy and I think you’ll have to face your discomfort, fear, whatever you want to call it, about being submissive. I believe if you meet the right man, and he handles things properly, I think you can be very happy.”
    She looked disappointed as she sipped her coffee. “That’s not a proposal.”
    “True.” He leaned forward. “What I propose is that I could help you to learn more about being a submissive so you can embrace that side of yourself.”
    She put down her mug and gazed at him with interest. “How would you do that?”
    “I was thinking we could spend some time together, maybe a week or so, and I could train you. Sort of an intensive training course on how to be a submissive.”
    Her eyes grew keen with interest. “Train me how? I mean…would there be sex involved?”
    “There doesn’t have to be. I could teach you how to serve your Master, what kinds of things he might expect of you, how you should behave.”
    “But with no sex.”
    “It would be like learning the theory of flying before you actually go up in the plane.”
    She picked up her cup again and sipped. “But what if”—her fingertip circled around the rim of the cup—“I want to go up in the plane?”
    At her words, and the sultry look she shot him, his cock swelled.
    Could he really allow them to go this route even though there would be no romantic relationship between them? Then he thought about her calling him “Sir,” and assuming submissive positions, and he wondered if he could survive not having sex with her.
    “Wouldn’t it make the experience more realistic? I’d learn better, wouldn’t I?”
    “Well, yes, that’s true. If it’s okay with you, and you understand it won’t lead to anything else…” He sent her a questioning glance.
    She nodded. “Yes, you’ve made that clear.”
    He gave a single nod. “Okay, then, you’ll get the full experience.”
    “I’m curious what you’ll be training me to do. Could you give me an example?”
    “Certainly. Put down your cup and sit up straight,” he said slipping into his authoritative Dom voice.
    She followed his instructions. As she sat up, her breasts thrust out more than when she was relaxed. He longed to tell her to take off her blouse so he could see those pert, naked breasts. But he wouldn’t. Not here. Not now. Perhaps in the future, when he had her at his home. Then he would see her naked again, now that she’d opened the door for the sexual side to be part of their training. He could hardly wait to get her into the well-equipped dungeon he had and to chain her to the wall.
    “Now it’s very important that you address your Master with respect. You already know to call me ‘Sir,’ but sometimes you can call me ‘Mr. Pearce.’ Anytime you respond to me, youshould use one or the other as a sign of respect. So what will you call me?” He knew asking questions was the best way to bring the lessons home.
    “I will call you ‘Sir,’ Sir.”
    “Or?”
    “I can also call you ‘Mr. Pearce,’ Sir.”
    “Good. Now I’d like you to mix it up and start using both terms.”
    “Yes, Mr. Pearce.”
    “Good girl.” He rewarded her with a smile. “Now, many Doms will want their subs to take a certain position. Sometimes when they first see them, or sometimes when they give a certain signal. Sometimes the position is as simple as kneeling on the floor with their eyes cast downward. Sometimes it’s something more sexual.”
    “Mr. Pearce, would you give me an example of the latter?”
    Damn, she was being a real minx,