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behind The
Sanctuary’s Lair, Amery cursed himself as ten times a fool. His original plan
of inviting Myrna to attend a Founders’ meeting had gone to the wayside when
he’d arrived to find her leaving. His blood pressure had sky-rocketed, as what
little patience he’d retained, after forty-eight hours of fighting with his
natural inclinations, had evaporated in an instant. The idea that she was still
entertaining the notion of returning to work had his inner Dom seething and
he’d simply reacted. Instead of asking her to attend with him, he’d pounced on
her. Not only had he kissed her but he’d yanked her out of her car to drag her
to his. While he didn’t regret the kiss they’d shared, her eerie silence since
entering the car worried him. Had he been too rough in his handling?
    Shutting the car off, he turned to face her. “Myrna.”
    The silence was deafening. Her voice was very brittle
when she finally spoke. “I don’t want to go in there.”
    Touching her shoulder, he turned her towards him.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
    Her blue eyes were shadowed and bleak. The slump of
her shoulders made him feel like he’d kicked a puppy.
    He gave a sigh of frustration. “Do you trust me, m’gnogag?”
    Her chin trembled even as anger replaced the fear in
her eyes. “Why should I? You’re going to drag me into a scene I don’t want…”
    His growl seemed to come from the depths of his soul.
The idea that she thought he’d force her stung. “I have never, nor will I ever
force a sub to participate in a scene!” He turned away from her before reaching
for the keys. Pulling them out, he pocketed them. “How long have you known me?”
    There was a hesitation before she finally answered.
“Forty years – give or take.”
    “In those forty years have you ever, even once, heard
of me or witnessed me abusing a slave?”
    Her hands twisted and turned on her lap before she
shook her head. “No.”
    Reaching over, he stilled her hands while looking
into her eyes. “So why do you think I would start with you?”
    Her eyes darted away before she shrugged her
shoulders. “I’m scared.”
    “…Of me?”  When she didn’t answer, he sighed. Even as
frustrated and horny as he was, he couldn’t make her decision for her. Fuck!
    “I’m sorry if I scared you, Myrna.” His ire returned
when she ignored his statement. “Honestly though, I don’t think you’re scared
of me. You’re scared of yourself.” He pushed the door open. “You aren’t acting
like the strong woman I’ve known and loved for years. If you see that woman,
tell her I’m waiting for her inside, just as I have waited for the last thirty
plus years – but my guess is she’s buried under so many layers of denial, you
won’t be able to find her even if you try.”
    Slamming the car door, Amery strode across the
parking lot even when he heard her door open and she cried out his name.
Walking away from her was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but it was better
than inflicting more pain when she was already hurting. For the first time in a
very long time, Amery felt every one of his sixty-three years. He wanted her,
but the way it looked now, unless she came to him, he was doomed to never have
her. He wouldn’t beg and he was damned tired of her refusal to accept him as
her master, especially when it was obvious he was what she needed.
    * * * *
    Sitting in Amery’s cooling car, Myrna fought the
tears begging to be released. She’d never meant to accuse Amery of abusing his
subs. He was one of the most in-demand Masters in Ireland. His well-balanced
consideration and domination of those under his training and auspices had
Masters and submissives near and far seeking him out. If all those other
people can trust him, why couldn’t I admit I was scared of myself when he
asked? Why did I sit here and let him assume the worse? He even admitted he loves
me! Euphoria briefly obliterated her unhappiness until she remembered how
she’d let what