Free Master Me by Trina Lane, Lisabet Sarai, Elizabeth Coldwell Page A

playground and sank into one of the swings.
    My eyes had been dry through my flight, but now I let the tears come. I wailed and sobbed, cursing both myself and the devil who had seduced me.
    Why had I let this happen? All through college and grad school, I’d guarded my heart. Even when I’d had lovers, I’d never let go. My career came first. Nothing could compete with my burning desire to be a successful actress.
    Then I’d met Geoff and I’d thrown it all away—willingly. He had never forced me—all he did was invite me to surrender. I had rushed to kneel at his feet, diving head first into his well of dark fantasy.
    I couldn’t blame him, not really. He’d never promised anything. He claimed me as his fuck toy, nothing more. It was my own fault that I’d fallen in love.
    My chest ached. My throat was raw. Finally I became quiet, listening to the summer night, strangely peaceful after the storm of my weeping.
    Metal clanked on metal as someone entered the playground.
    “Sarah! I’ve been looking everywhere!”
    I refused to let that rich voice melt me. I ignored his worried tone. “Go away.”
    “What’s wrong, little one? The play was a triumph. Come back and celebrate with us.”
    “There’s nothing to celebrate.” I stared at the ground, not wanting to see his handsome face.
    He sat on the next swing and took my hand. “Not true, sweet. You were incredible. I never appreciated how talented you were.”
    “No, I guess not.” I couldn’t keep the resentment out of my voice. “The only talents you cared about were my ability to take a beating and suck your cock.”
    “What?” He sounded genuinely shocked.
    I pulled my hand away. “Go back and celebrate with her. With your Anne. I saw you together tonight, all lovey-dovey. I guess she’s willing to take you back. You won’t need me as a stand-in anymore.”
    “Are you crazy?” Geoffrey’s laugh was edged with bitterness. “Anne doesn’t want me. She thinks I’m sick, perverted. She told me months ago that she couldn’t stand it—that my interests disgusted her.”
    “Huh?” I looked up at him. My tears gave him a halo. “I thought she was your lover, your perfect partner…”
    “My partner, yes. But not my lover, not now. She never really gave herself to me in any case. It was all just a game for her, a novelty. When she realised how I felt about dominance and submission, how serious I was, she got scared. She sent me away.”
    “That’s why you came to Berks Hills, right? To nurse your broken heart.”
    “Her rejection hurt, I’ll admit. But our relationship hadn’t worked for a long time. In three years together, we never really connected—not the way you and I do.”
    Hope flickered weakly in my chest. I stamped it out. “But you’re still partners…”
    “Partners, part-owners of Gotham Repertory. That’s why she came tonight. She wants me to buy out her share. She’s off to Europe, she says. She wants to get as far away from me as possible.”
    I let out a grim chuckle. “I can identify.”
    Geoff picked up my hand and brought it to his lips. “Do you really feel that way, Sarah? I thought you cared about me.”
    That voice, so smooth, so irresistible! My tears began to flow again. “I do! I love you. I can’t imagine living without you. But you—you—just— hick —just want to— hick —fuck me!” Wonderful, I had the hiccups, just when I wanted to seem mature and dignified.
    “No, Sarah! No! I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re the lover I’ve always wanted. Intelligent, curious, courageous, willing to follow wherever I lead. Do you know how rare you are, with your ability to surrender?”
    “I am— hick ?” I sniffed.
    “I sensed when I met you that you were a natural submissive, but I never dreamt we’d fit so well.”
    “You mean— hick —you want me— hick ? More than her?”
    His eyes gleamed. “More than anyone I’ve ever met. Please, Sarah. Forgive me. I’m so sorry I gave you