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defensive. "Then won't I have to wait until you've
done all the checks on me ?" Damn it,
now I sound disappointed and needy.
    "It seems you applied to join when we opened."
    His smile reminded her of the old saying 'walk into
my parlor said the spider to the fly'—damn him.
    "Everything was okay, and you signed up, but
never visited."
    "I did? And I didn't? How on earth could that
happen then? I don't remem— Michael. He got me to sign some insurance forms, or
so he said. Underhand, conniving … oh, bless him."
    She recalled the occasion. It had been a few days
before the accident. A secret grin had flickered over Michael’s face, and he’d distracted
her by playing with her nipples as she scribbled her name.
    "He told me it was boring stuff that we needed
to sign, and if I was a good girl he had a nice surprise for me coming up. I
was somewhat preoccupied at the time, and just scrawled my name. I know,"
she said before Callan interrupted. "Stupid or what? But he was my husband, and I trusted him. I think I'm rather glad I did. He
knew it was something we both wanted to do." A surge of sadness filled
her. For what might have been, and for a good man and Master, taken before his
time. Then she heard his voice as clearly as if he'd been standing next to her. Forward not back, embrace life not push
it away.
    "I am glad," she said in a clear voice. A shadow
lifted from her, and she realized she hadn't been so happy since Michael died. The
dark cloud hovering over her head disappeared, and she wanted to shout and
dance. She hadn't even known how she felt until the sensations vanished.
    "I'm free," she said. "Sir, I'm free,
and I didn't even know I wasn't." The salutation felt right, and natural.
Callan gave her a long, considered look, and slowly smiled. As his lips
stretched, Mason was aware of her juices coating her cunt and the way her finger
ends tingled.
    "I'm pleased. Do you want to go in?"
    The formation of dancing ants covering her skin no
longer felt threatening. This time, tingles of anticipation bombarded her instead.
    She wanted to see inside the club, wonder what
Callan liked, and whether they both had similar interests.
    "Yes, please."
    Callan unlocked the left hand of the three doors and
stood back to let her precede him. She walked into his office and looked around
with open interest. They said your surrounding reflected your personality. She was
glad the outer room didn't reflect Callan.
    He stood just inside the door, and Mason became
conscious of his gaze on her as she wandered around. The classy room, with deep
rosewood furniture, sleek cabinets and an abstract painting of blues and orange
which reminded her of a summer sunset over the Western Isles suited him. A tall
coat stand with long hooks on it made her start, and she gave him a quick look.
He leaned back on the door, arms folded and legs crossed at the ankles. The
stance tightened his trousers over his body, and Mason couldn't help but notice
how it stretched over his thick cock.
    "Yes, it would make a superb cradle for me to
tie you to, wouldn't it?" he said in a conversational tone. "The perfect height and shape. Maybe
another time?"
    There was no way her skimpy thong could contain her
gush of arousal, and Mason forced herself not to cross
her legs and rub her thighs together. Of course he noticed, and grinned.
    "Is that thought making you all hot and wet, Mason?
Of me tying you up and spanking you? Or using a nice stingy or thuddy flogger
on you? I'm looking forward to finding out your likes and dislikes, and pushing
you even further than you thought possible. What do you think?" He put his
finger under her chin and forced her to look upward. "Tell me the truth. If
I lift your skirt and put my hand inside you what will I find? I bet you're so
wet I'd need no other lubrication to fuck you long and hard, would I? Even to
take you over the desk. We don't have to go into the club, I could make you
come so loud and long, your cries would drown out any