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her being a Domme, and at least he hadn’t
outright rejected her, but he hadn’t accepted the idea with open
arms, either. He’d seemed cautiously curious and had suggested they
talk about it when they had more time and could go somewhere
private. So she’d invited him to her hotel.
    A knock sounded on the door.
    She stood up and approached the door. She
loved him and she was determined to convince him they should be
together, so she would do everything she could to persuade him.
When she peered through the peephole, her heart swelled at the
sight of his familiar, handsome face.
    She opened the door. “Come in.”
    She wanted to throw her arms around him and
kiss him, to feel his hard body against hers, but instead she
turned and walked into the room. She wore a black leather skirt and
a silk shirt that fluttered as she walked. Although loose fitting,
the shirt draped nicely and silhouetted her curves in a flattering
manner. She could almost feel the heat of his gaze on her ass as he
followed her. She sat down in the upholstered chair by the low
table she’d pulled into the center of the room and gestured for him
to sit in the desk chair she’d placed facing hers.
    “Thank you for coming. I’ll answer any
questions you want.”
    He nodded. “Good.”
    His expression was serious and she worried
he’d already made up his mind and had just come here out of
courtesy.
    He leaned back in the chair. “So, you’re a
Domme. I’m not really sure what that means, but I am curious about
one thing. Do you do it with a lot of different men?”
    Her stomach tightened. Did he think she did
it professionally?
    “I wouldn’t say a lot of men. Just the ones
I’ve had a sexual relationship with.”
    She realized that didn’t really answer the
question, but he didn’t press it further.
    “I’m curious if you’ve dominated more than
one man at a time,” he said.
    Her lips compressed. “That’s like me asking
if you’ve had a threesome with two women.”
    “That’s true. I guess I’m just curious how
adventurous you are with sex.”
    She raised an eyebrow. “How about we focus
on the fact I’m a Domme, so I can address your concerns?”
    He nodded. “Okay, why don’t you just explain
to me what you do?”
    “That’s a pretty broad question, but I’ll do
my best.” Now was the time to put her skills to work. “But first,
there’s a bottle of water in the fridge, and a clean glass and a
bucket of ice on the counter. I’d like some ice water. Would you
mind?”
    “Sure.” He stood up and fetched the water,
then set the tinkling glass on the table in front of her.
    She took a sip and set it down again.
    “So as a Domme, I take control of the
situation. This can be only in the bedroom, or beyond that if
that’s what my partner wants.”
    “You never did that with us,” he said.
    “No. I didn’t want to scare you away. Our
romance started fast and because of circumstances, I knew we
wouldn’t be together long. With previous lovers, I had the luxury
of time to build a relationship and introduce the domination
slowly.” She gazed into his blue eyes, willing him to understand.
“You were so special and I wanted it to work between us so badly… I
tried to ignore my usual tendency to take control. I did it, but it
was a struggle, and I realized I was denying who I really am, and a
relationship cannot continue if it requires that.”
    He nodded. “I understand.”
    She picked up the water, the ice cubes
clinking against the side of the glass, and took another sip. “I
don’t know about you, but I find it hot in here.” In fact, she’d
turned up the heat so it was a little warm. “Would you turn down
the thermostat?”
    As he walked to the control box on the wall,
she unfastened the sash on her shirt and released the two buttons
holding it closed, then dropped the garment from her shoulders and
laid it over the arm of the chair. Underneath she wore a snug,
black leather top with a zipper down the front