Free Master by Raven McAllan

before Ca … he ... er , oh shit, get me out of here soon, please."
    Fiona did as she'd asked. Within fifteen minutes Anna found
herself a passenger in her own car being driven home by a tiny blonde who
deferred to Fiona as if she were god. Which in Lizzie's eyes, Anna
acknowledged, she probably was.
    "So, not your thing then?" Lizzie asked as she drove out
of town. "I must admit it's not mine either. I leave the display crap to
Fiona. What we do is for us and us alone. No way am I putting my wobbly bits on
display."
    Anna stirred in her seat. "So you mean you'll scene at
home in private? And you don't mind her doing stuff with other people and not
you?" Her voice wavered. Damn it,
why do I sound like a stupid kid?
    Lizzie gave her a quick glance before she concentrated on
the road again. "Do I turn here?"
    "Yeah, and then down the first lane
on the left. It's the first house you come to."
    Lizzie indicated and followed the directions. "So,
scene- ing ?" she said as she slowed to take a
tight curve and pull into Anna's driveway. "Well, we don't call it that,
but I suppose it is. We just do what's right for us. Fiona is brilliant at wax
play. She's a great teacher and a brilliant Domme .
Other people deserve to see what wax play by the right person is like."
    She stopped the car, switched off the engine, and swiveled
in her seat to stare at Anna. Her blue eyes glistened in the light of the
security lamps outside the house. "She comes home to me, Anna, only me.
She might flog someone in a scene, but she doesn't fuck them. I'm the only
person she's intimate with. Look on it like going to work. You do your job, and
you interact as and how the job demands. Then you go home to your partner. End
of."
    In a strange way, the words made sense. Anna opened the car
door. She'd got one hell of a lot to think about. She ran her fingers through
her hair and winced at the knots in it. So much for trying to
remain tidy and composed. She bet she looked like she'd been in a force
ten gale. Impatient with herself, Anna tucked a few errant strands behind her
ear. For two pins she'd cut it short. Leaving it long for all these years
because Caden liked it that way was stupid. She had
to move into a 'what I like' mode and put herself first.
    But I don't want to. The words resounded inside
her head, and Anna hoped she hadn't spoken them out loud. She shook her head,
and her hair tickled her cheek. Definitely at least a trim needed.
    Lizzie walked around the car and touched Anna's arm.
    "Are you okay now, hon ? You
look sort of grey. I didn't think my driving was that bad. Hell, don't tell Fiona or my ass will be red raw and I'll be sitting on a
rubber ring for a week." She giggled to show the scenario didn't
particularly perturb her.
    A deep bark could be heard from inside the house. Anna took
out her door key.
    "It wasn't your driving. Come on in and we'll have a
coffee and something to eat whilst you wait for Fiona."
      The barking grew
louder, and Lizzie raised her eyebrows.
    Anna giggled. "Time to meet Dickens. I've a feeling you've just helped me more than you'll ever know."
    ****
    Cade stood by the window of the
penthouse and sipped a single malt as he watched the
cars on the expressway. He'd bet they were all normal folks going about their
business with their lovers and friends, not beating themselves up over how they'd
fucked up big time.
    Define normal. One person's
normal is the next person's kink. He remembered the rhyme Daisy had made into a cross-stitch
picture for him. Everyone's different. My
kink isn't your kink, and your kink isn’t mine. If it's safe, sane, and
consensual, then everything is fine.   But it wasn't.
      Even a superb demo
and tutorial hadn't lifted his black mood. Once he'd given Connie her
aftercare, Cade had spent the bare minimum of time
possible talking to people before he excused himself and left.
    Now as he glared at the view out of the window, he wondered
what he was going to do next. Ditch the penthouse and