Free Submissive Beauty by Eliza Gayle

casual dinner, and I’ll keep you right by my side in case you need me for anything.” Fingers cupped her chin and turned her face to his. “I believe we’re going to be very good together, and while full trust takes time, know this…I will have control of our surroundings and your safety will always be my priority.”
    Before she could say a word, his lips pressed softly to hers in a kiss that was chaste in comparison to the other and considering what had already transpired between them last night. Her bottom still smarted from the spanking he’d given. Although if pressed for the truth, she’d have to admit that after their time together last night she’d had the most restful night in a long time. In fact, with her muscles loose and warm, she’d slept like the dead. An amazing sense of calm had settled around her like a warm, fresh from the dryer blanket, giving her a sensation of peace she hadn’t felt in a very long time, if ever.
    When Thomas moved away from her, she got her first full glimpse of his dining room. A long, narrow rectangular mahogany table dominated the neutral colored area with ten matching chairs arranged around it. There were three formal place settings already arranged and candles flickered in shadows from every surface of the room.
    “It’s beautiful in here.” Her fingers reached out and traced the hard wood surface as she followed Thomas around the table to the two place settings that were side by side. He pulled her chair out for her like a perfect gentleman answering her unspoken question of how she would be treated at the dinner table.
    At least tonight.
    She’d read various accounts of submissives and slaves being forced to sit on the floor at their Master’s feet while being fed from their hands alone. And while those stories had piqued her curiosity as well as sparked her submissive desires in every way possible, she doubted she’d be ready to handle that tonight.
    After getting her situated comfortably, Thomas took the seat next to hers. She fought the temptation to slide her chair closer although right now even that didn’t seem like enough. She wanted to be sitting on his lap, his arms curled protectively around her. What the hell was wrong with her?
    As if reading her mind, Thomas reached for her, his hand brushing the sensitive curve of her neck.
    “You look at me with such needy eyes, my girl. Makes me want to do so many things to you—things I doubt you’re ready for…but soon…soon, I think you will.”
    Gabby rubbed her cheek in his palm, savoring every velvet word he spoke. She could listen to him talk about anything all night and would be willing to bet this constant buzz of lust fueled adrenaline would continue as long as she was near him.
    “Yes, Sir.”

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    Damn, his dick was so hard it hurt. Gabrielle and her responses to his domination pushed at him to the point he wanted to break his own rules and take her to bed now. He doubted she would object and just the thought of sinking into that hot little pussy of hers made his erection press painfully against his pants. The way her moisture had coated his fingers when he touched her played over and over in his mind.
    He hoped David got his ass in here quick so he wouldn’t be so tempted to do something they both might regret in the morning. He worried about rushing things with Gabrielle, but he had made a commitment to David as a mentor and this was the ideal opportunity for them all. To engage from the beginning with the sweet submissive at his table would be more effective than any training session at Sanctuary would be.
    Maybe he should explain to her in advance and give her some time to let it sink in…
    “Good evening,” a voice rumbled from the doorway.
    Too late.
    “Evening.” He stood and shook David’s hand when he approached, avoiding eye contact with Gabrielle. He admired David a lot and hoped that even when their training sessions were complete, they’d