Free Decadent Master by Tawny Taylor Page A

meeting Kristy’s wide-eyed gaze.
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah. Before I realized it, I was in his private suite.”
    Kristy leaned closer. “And…?”
    “And I’ll admit, it wasn’t as scary as I thought. We didn’t really do much but talk, but what we did was really…intimate.”
    “I knew it!” Kristy gave her shoulder a smack. “You’re a natural submissive. That’s why you and Johnny didn’t work out. He needs a partner who is more dominant.”
    It hurt hearing that name, especially in this context. But for the first time, Wynne felt like she had a little glimmer of understanding about what had happened between them. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t something she’d done or failed to do. And maybe she wasn’t not-good-enough for him like she’d let herself believe all this time.
    She simply wasn’t right.
    More important, after today she could say for the first time that he probably wasn’t right for her either.
    “Are you going back?” Kristy asked, giving her a nudge, both mental and physical.
    Feeling a little better, all the way around, Wynne scooped up a throw pillow and hugged it to her chest. “He left a message on my phone, accepting me and asking me to come back again tomorrow.”
    “And what are you going to do? Did you call him back yet?”
    “I’m still thinking about it.” She dropped her chin onto the pillow. “I’ve been thinking about it all the way home. And now here, with you, talking is helping.”
    Kristy dipped down, placing her face directly in front of hers. “Well?”
    “I’m thinking…I might…I will.”
    Kristy literally bounded to her feet and pumped her arms up and down. “Yessssss!”
    Wynne broke into a hearty laugh. “Sheesh, girl! Don’t get too excited.”
    “How could I not? This is a magical moment. At least, it’s made me forget about my problems for a while.”
    “Well, in that case, good. Go ahead, jump up and down, do a happy dance, whatever you want.”
    “Beats sitting around by myself eating a whole half-gallon of chocolate moose tracks ice cream.”
    “Yes, it is a crime eating a whole half-gallon by yourself. But with me helping you, it’s totally okay.” Wynne headed for the freezer, returning a minute later with the carton and not one but two spoons. She handed one spoon to Kristy, flipped the container’s top open, and plunged her spoon into the center. “Let the celebrating begin.”

7
    W ynne pulled on the bottom of her borrowed skirt, hoping but doubting it was covering her ass. Her purse was slung over her shoulder, the completed questionnaire and contract clutched in her fist. She’d worn exactly what Master Rolf had told her to. She was beyond uncomfortable, nervous as hell, and unsure what she was supposed to do when she arrived at the dungeon.
    She checked in at the front desk and was told Master Rolf had asked her to meet him in the main dungeon. She hoped he would be in clear view. The thought of wandering around in that room looking for him had her feeling a little nauseous.
    For the bazillionth time, she questioned her sanity. And for the bazillionth time, she reminded herself she wasn’t doing anything dangerous and if things got out of control, she had a safe word and safe gesture and she was free to use them whenever she needed.
    Making an effort not to look like a nervous newbie, she headed into the dungeon, completely distracted by the thought that her butt was hanging out of her skirt. She checked it again, brushing her hand down the back to make sure it hadn’t flipped up. It hadn’t.
    She scanned the area. There were close to a dozen people scattered around the room. No Master Rolf.
    Somebody tapped her shoulder. Hoping it was Rolf, she turned around.
    Nope, not Rolf.
    A cute brunette who was a carbon copy of Bettie Page handed her a folded piece of paper, then hurried away before Wynne could even thank her. Curious, and assuming it was an apology for being late or a request to reschedule, Wynne moved off to one