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other noise. So." He took his hand from her chin, and slipped two
fingers under the collar of her dress. “Do we?"
    Mason gulped. He stroked the slope of her breast,
creating beautiful tingles that ran through her. Dare she submit?
    Do it cara ,
it's what you are. The voice was inside her mind again. Time to move on.
    Callan's hand moved once more and he crossed his
arms. The reaction to the loss of his touch surprised her. She felt lost and
alone. That plus the almost forlorn look on his face made her mind up. Mason
slipped to her knees in front of him. Before she lowered her head, his cock was
at eye level, and pushing hard against the cloth of his trousers. She imagined
the way it would feel in her hand or mouth. Hot, hard, and if
she tasted him, all male musk and saltiness. Mason shook with the need
to experience both of those things, before he came inside her, filled her, and
fucked her until they were both spent. It was up to her to show him she was
eager and ready for whatever he desired to show and ask of her.
    "Please, Sir." Her voice was husky and she
cleared her throat. "I'm ready, and would like to try and see if we work
as Sir and sub."
    He stayed silent for so long, Mason was desperate to
look up, to gauge his mood or intention. Somehow she managed not to, sure it was
a test. Eventually, just as she was ready to scream, she felt his hand on the
zipper of her dress.
    "Then show me." He slipped the dress over
her arms, and lifted her to her feet so it pooled around her on the floor.
"Step out."
    She obeyed without looking up. Once more he tilted
her face toward him. "Good girl. Safe words red, yellow green?"
    She nodded. "Yes, sir."
    "Now?" he asked as he stroked his finger
under her thong and scraped the entrance to her channel with his nail.
    The sensations that delicate touch set off were
perfect. Her body sang and she tightened her muscles on his digit as best she could.
    "G-green sir." How her voice didn't
tremble with passion when she spoke Mason had no idea. Here she was, standing
in his office in her bustier and he was fully clothed. Public scening hadn't
been part of her life, and she wasn't sure how she'd cope if it came to it.
This was well public enough for now. Mason reasoned there must be people who had
access to the room.
    She was correct. Another door, one she hadn't paid
much attention to opened. She shut her eyes.

Chapter Seven
     
    Callan turned to the door, and put himself between
it and Mason. He felt her trembling, and no way was he going to give her the
opportunity to renege, whatever happened. Not before they'd sorted out her
limits and played a little. Even though he had no intention of pushing very far
or even engaging in very much, nothing, but nothing, was going to interfere or
upset her.
    The tall, dark-haired man who walked in checked his
steps and blinked.
    "Thought it was your night off?"
    "It is, and I thought your office was next
door?"
    Sean grinned. "I need some more candles and
Ryan mentioned you said you had some to spare. I tell you Cal, that new trainee
Dom, Kieran, needs a lot more attention before he's let loose, if ever."
    Mason stiffened behind him and Callan put his hand
out to drag her into his arms. She resisted for one brief second, and then
curled herself round him, her face hidden.
    Sean raised one eyebrow, but said nothing.
    "Candles, sure." Callan motioned with
one hand. "Second cupboard, help yourself."
    "Cheers, are you coming in?" Sean walked
across the room, and Callan noted how careful Sean was not to look at Mason,
who visibly shook.
    "Not tonight, but can you make this room off
limits? We might be here a while."
    "Sure." Sean took out some candles and
walked out. Callan waited until the door closed.
    "Give me a second, I'll double lock it. One
step too far eh?" He loosened the death grip she had on his jacket, and
kissed the top of her head. "Go and sit down, I won’t be long." He
patted her butt to point her in the direction of the sofa. She didn't look