Free Yes, Master by Margaret McHeyzer Page A

of my mouth.
    “Her fever is what has me concerned, so the quicker that we can get pain relief and antibiotics into her, the better it’ll be for Lucy.” She starts back toward the bed.
    “Do what you have to, Stella,” I say, but Stella falters in her steps.
    She turns her body around to face me completely.
    “Sorry?” she asks as she places a hand on her hip.
    “Do what you have to, please.”
    “That’s not what I want from you.”
    Shit, what’s she after from me?
    I look at her hoping to get some sort of read, but all she does is lift her eyebrows and bring her lips together into a thin line. She looks pissed off at me.
    That’s when I remember our brief interaction at the awards ceremony.
    “Do what you have to, Ma’am,” I say and look to her for approval.
    “Better,” Stella says with an air of confidence as she sits down on the side of the bed. “But still not good enough.” She takes out of her bag a small vial and a needle and prepares it for Lucy.
    When Stella’s finished administering the injection, she gets up and walks out of the room. Her bag’s left open beside Lucy and her gloves tossed on the floor. She capped the needle and placed that in her bag, but she left everything else open.
    I don’t want Lucy near those things, so I pack everything up and close her bag taking it out to go find where she is.
    Stella’s in my kitchen standing beside one of the dining chairs.
    I walk in and put her medical bag up on the kitchen counter.
    “Thank you for coming out here to care for Lucy,” I say as she continues to stand.
    “You’re more than welcome, Ryan.”
    There’s an uncomfortable silence in the kitchen as I avert my eyes but can feel the intense stare she’s giving me.
    “Would you like a drink?” I finally ask after a few moments of silence.
    “What I would like is for you to treat me like a lady. At Mason’s ceremony, you were offering to please me. Now you stand before me and won’t come close. Is there a problem, or have I misread the signs?”
    “What signs?” I ask perplexed by her answer.
    “Do you want me to be pleased with you?”
    Shit. Fuck.  
    My heart rate accentuates and my palms suddenly become sweaty. I want her so badly, and I want her to be happy with me.
    “I….”
    “You what?” She takes a step toward me.  
    I feel like I’m about to pounced on by someone that I have no idea how to control.
    “I…” Fuck, Ryan. What am I trying to say?
    “Look at me and not the ground. I’ll tell you when I want your submission, but for now I want you to look at me.”
    “I can’t,” I say as I keep my gaze to the ground.
    “Why? And the truth, Ryan, I never want to hear a lie from you.”
    I hesitate. I try to put my fears into a comprehendible thought, but I can’t.
    “Your eyes,” I mutter in the smallest of voices.
    “What’s wrong with my eyes?”
    “Nothing, but…..”
    “Don’t make me angry. Tell me what you want to say, and lift your head to look at me,” she says in a tone that undeniably shows her strength.
    “I’m terrified.” I glance up to see her features intensify.
    “You shouldn’t be terrified of me, you should know that I’ll free you from the devil within.”
    I gasp and take a small step back to lean on the kitchen counter.
    She takes a step closer to me, and closes the distance between us.
    “I can’t look into your eyes, Stella,” I say as she leans into me.
    “Address me properly or I’ll leave.” She cages me to the kitchen bench and I’m fighting with every ounce of myself not to flip her around, push her down and kiss her.
    I feel a rumble leave my chest with a huge expulsion of air.
    “I said,” she starts as she pushes her body into mine. “To address me formally.” She places a light kiss on my lips.
    Christ, I want her.
    I’ve wanted her from the first time I saw her.
    “Ma’am,” I sigh the word as I lean in to kiss her again.
    “That’s not the word I want,” she says as her tongue peeks