Free Master Me by Brynn Paulin Page A

tails hiked up, revealing several tantalizing inches of silky black curls and pink aroused folds.
    The blood feeding his thought centers deserted him, rushing for his cock. Ana was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Hell, she looked like sex waiting to happen. She was sex waiting to happen, who was he kidding?
    “While you are with me,” he said around the rock in his throat, “you will wear this.”
    Her brow furrowed.
    “It’s not a necklace, not really,” he continued. Holding the links in one hand, he showed her the hidden loops. “It’s a collar. This will signify that you are under my protection.”
    Her tongue darted out to dampen her lips and she nodded. Raising her arms, she lifted her heavy hair and straightened her neck. He held the necklace so she could see the ends and its strange fasteners. After his brother Theo’s sub, Keera, had blithely removed her collar and taken off, all four brothers had had the collars altered. “Once 60
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    this is on you, you won’t be able to remove it,” he told her. “The fasteners must be in a particular position to open. Like a combination lock.”
    Her position didn’t falter. The threat of permanence didn’t seem to affect her. That was promising. The boulders knocking around in his middle settled slightly. A moment later, the collar was locked in place and Ana lowered her hair.
    He ran a finger over the gold. “Beautiful.”
    “It’s like Keera’s and Jessica’s,” Ana ventured with more calm than he’d have expected. She eyed him curiously.
    So she knew his sister-in-laws had similar collars. “I don’t just want to train you,”
    he admitted. Shit. Where had that come from? “I’m afraid you’ll never be properly trained and in all good conscience I need to take you on permanently. I can’t set you loose on the world like this.”
    She lowered her head, staring at his toes. “You’ll have to. Eventually. This morning I accepted an offer to be a project manager for Sissek Construction. I’ll be in their Chicago office. I have to report in four weeks.”
    “What?” he exclaimed, the bottom ripped from his world. Of all the scenarios he’d thought of, he hadn’t envisioned this. Rebellion and argument. Yes. Total desertion…
    He’d always been such a strong Dom with no problem getting his sub to bend to his will with a few words or the occasional punishment. Ana made him feel like a total wuss. It was unacceptable that she made him feel so weak. Damn it. He loved her. She couldn’t just take off to Chicago.
    “You’re not going.”
    “I am, Max. This is about my life, not sex. Last night when I didn’t know about how to handle you and Tyler was threatening me… I had this offer on the table. I called Sissek this morning and took it.”
    “You’re right. This isn’t just about sex. This is our lives, Ana. This is about the two of us being opposite sides of a whole. And not just the D/s relationship even though that’s part of it. You might find another Dom in Chicago.” His whole being protested 61
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    that thought. “But you will never find what is between us, what has always been between us.”
    She didn’t reply and she didn’t meet his eyes. Slowly she shook her head, denying him and shaking away some of his hope. They weren’t leaving it at this.
    “When are you going?”
    “Three weeks,” she replied.
    “Then you’re mine for the next three weeks, complying with what I demand. I want you in my bed every night.”
    When it came time for her to leave, he wanted it to be damned hard. She lifted her head and he saw the tears pooling on her lids and making her blue eyes glassy. It was already difficult for her. In three weeks he’d make it impossible or kill himself trying.
    He didn’t let her tears weaken his resolve. In fact, they strengthened him.
    He tossed his shirt on the bed. He toed off his black dress shoes and pulled off his socks, leaving himself clad only in his black dress pants