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Once the door slid
shut behind Amery, effectively locking out the conductor and the shade had been
drawn, he flicked the lock. Butterflies jumped in her stomach. He had the same
intense look on his face he’d worn the day of the Founder’s meeting. She
glanced at him before lowering her eyes. She wasn’t sure how to respond to him.
Is he expecting me to drop to my knees?
Long moments seemed to drag by.
She finally heard the sharp whistle blow, signaling the train was pulling out
of the station. The surge of the train had her rocking on her feet.

“Come here, Myrna.”
She started when she realized he’d passed by her and was now sitting on one of
the bench seats with his briefcase tucked in the luggage rack under it.

She forced her feet
to move towards him, her heart banging in her ears.
Can I do this?

“Kneel.” The firm
demand had her sinking to her knees. He stopped her midway to tuck a pillow
under them before allowing her to finish. She gave him a grateful smile. Her
knees weren’t as young as they once had been.

“Thank you.”

He arched an
eyebrow at her. She took a deep breath. “Master. Thank you, Master.” Her eyes
darted down to the floor.

“You know, we never
actually went over any limits yesterday. Before we go any further, we need to
establish them. While we’ve been friends for many years, I’m not a mind reader.
I have to know what your limits are sexually.”

Gooseflesh prickled
all over her body at the thought. While she may have had her fantasies over the
years of submitting to Amery, she hadn’t thought they’d ever become a reality.

“As such, I’m going
to list various things. I want you to give me a yes or a no answer. Bondage?”

She nodded her
head. The thought of being bound across Amery’s bed or even the big walnut desk
in his study had her thighs clenching.

“A verbal answer,
slave.”

“Yes, Master. This
slave likes bondage.”

A low chuckle
wafted above her bowed head. “So formal. But it’s good to know since I just
love tying up my slaves. It frees my hands for when they start to struggle.” A
long pause followed his statement and she shifted a bit. He ran his fingers
through her hair, loosening the braid.
Is he going to leave it at that?
Finally she could stand the silence no more.

“Struggle, Master?”

His fingers
tightened in her hair. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, slave.” The
censure in his voice had her heart falling.
Dammit! I can’t believe I forgot
that rule.

“I...can this slave
speak, Master?” She caught herself.

“It depends, if
you’re going to apologize, no. I understand it’s been years and I can give you
some leeway, Myrna. But if you have questions, then feel free to ask.”

She bit the inside
of her cheek before answering. “This slave was wondering why your slaves
struggle, Master. Is it from pleasure…or pain?”

“A bit of both,
slave.” His fingers tugged on her braid before brushing the end of it across
her neck. She shivered at the pleasure it brought. Then he gave it a sharp tug.
The slight pain radiated down her neck and the crotch of her panties dampened.

“Thank you,
Master.” Her response was given on a sigh.

“You’re welcome,
slave. Now how about floggers. Do you like floggers or would you rather have
the cane?”

“I…Master Grant
liked to use the cane when I disobeyed, but he occasionally used the flogger if
I was very good.”

His hand returned
to a kneading motion in her hair. “That’s not what I asked, slave. I want to
know what
you
like. Not what Grant
did
.”

“I don’t like the
cane, Master. I do like the flogger – a bit too much I’m afraid.” Heat flooded
her cheeks.

“Now we’re getting
somewhere. So you like some erotic pain but don’t care for extreme pain. Am I
right?”

She nodded, then
remembered to give him a verbal answer. “Yes, Master.”

“So I won’t use the
clover leaf clamps on you again. I’m sorry, slave. I should’ve asked your
limits before I forced you to wear them. I was angry and knew from Grant that
you hated them. I thought it would drive you away. But it didn’t, did it?” His
fingers slid down her neck. “You have such inner strength, don’t you? You won’t
back down from me. Perhaps I need that but nonetheless it won’t happen again. I
promise.”

Myrna wasn’t sure
if she was happy that Amery had decided that there would be no more use of the
painful little clamps or saddened by the idea. Sure she could live without the
clamps for awhile. It wasn’t like this thing with Amery was going to be a
permanent thing. Eventually he would move onto greener pastures. Her only goal
was to make sure that they were still friends when it was over. Because as sure
as the sun rose in the East, one of two things would happen: Amery would find
out about her extraordinarily wet orgasms and be disgusted, or she would keep
them under control leaving her orgasms weak or absent so he’d become frustrated
and leave. She would just have to be careful to only wear them when she was by
herself. There was no need for him to know that she wore them exclusively when
she masturbated, or that she needed their extra bite to climax.

“So we’ve covered
bondage and pain. What about humiliation? Do you need that, slave?”

“No, Master.” She
thought briefly about the incident at the club yesterday. “Although I find
being watched is intriguing, Master.”

“Hmmm. So you liked
the Founder’s meeting yesterday?”

Rubbing her thighs
together, she leaned her head against his thigh. “Yes, Master. It was very
erotic.”

His thigh tensed
under her cheek. “What did you like the best?” His voice was rough.

“Uh,” she mumbled
not sure where to start. Her dream and the day before had merged in her mind.
“I guess…well, what Master Liam was doing to his slave.”

“A spanking? You
want to be treated like a naughty little girl?” His voice was amused.

She swallowed down
a groan. She’d mixed up her dream with the reality.
Ah hell, Liam was
spanking his slave for not sucking him hard enough. He didn’t actually drape
his slave over the table and eat her. He only did that in my dream. I should’ve
said Simon! Simon was the one who actually ate out his slave.

“I…I…”
How am I
going to talk myself out of this one?

“Somehow that
surprises me. From the way you stared at Simon, I was almost certain that you
were wishing you were under his mouth. Unless you’re a contortionist - that is
one thing a woman can’t do for herself. The feel of a warm wet tongue lapping
at your clit before thrusting inside of you until you come is something you
have to have another present for. ” His hand slid down her neck to rest on the
swell of her breast. His thumb rubbed over the straining tip through her shirt.

Fighting back the
urge to beg him to pinch her nipple, she nodded. “Yes, Master.”

“Yes, what? That
you need another to perform oral sex, or yes, you want to feel my mouth on your
pretty little cunny?”

Her clit throbbed.
She dug her fingernails into the palms of hands. Trying not to move, she gasped
out an answer. “Yes to both, Master.”

A low growl filled
the cabin. “Did you bring yourself to orgasm last night?”

“Ah, no?” She
thought guiltily about her dream and its subsequent orgasm and amended her
answer. “Not deliberately, Master.”

His hand abandoned
her nipple. She wanted to cry out in protest.

“You best explain
yourself, slave, before I bend you over my lap.” The hard bite of his voice had
her pussy weeping.

Chapter Nine

“I’m waiting, slave.” The hand in her hair tightened
warningly. She froze as her breathing became erratic. Whether her response was
from anticipation, fear or a bit of both, she wasn’t sure.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, Master.” She shifted. “I
went to bed like you asked, with my hair undone and no nightgown. Apparently I
was more worked up than I thought.”

“And?” His voice was still firm but had a coaxing
quality to it,

“I…I’m not used to sleeping in the nude, Master, and
with everything that occurred yesterday, I had…a dream.”

 “Was I in your dream?” His fingers began to caress
again.

“Yes.” She was barely able to force the word out.
Above her his breath left him in a raspy groan.

“Tell me, slave. What did I do?”

She felt her face flush and was glad that he couldn’t
see it. “We were at the club… at the Founder’s Meeting. Everyone was playing
together.”

“Including us?” His hand released her hair to return
once more to her nipple.

“Yes.” It came out as a low moan when his fingers
gently picked her hardened nub.

“And what were we doing?”

She struggled with her answer. The silence grew. His
fingers released her nipple.

“I asked you a question, slave.”

 Her voice caught in her throat.
I know he asked
but how can admit that I’m so desperate to feel his mouth against me that I
dreamt it?
“I can’t, Master. Please don’t…”

She found herself jerked off the floor and turned
over his lap. Before she could mutter even one word of protest, his hand landed
heavily on her skirt-covered rump.

“The next will be against your bare arse, slave.” His
voice was stern and she could hear the determination in it. Under her rounded
belly she could feel the solid outline of his cock.  While he wasn’t completely
erect, she could only assume that rumors about him were true. He would be more
than a mouthful.

She squirmed when he jerked the hem of her skirt up,
baring her panties to his gaze. His hand landed on the silk covering her arse.
She squealed when his fingers stripped the panties down her thighs. A whimper
escaped her when his hard hand made contact. The sting was followed by a series
of sharp whacks. Sobbing as her desire grew with each stroke, she finally
broke, no longer caring about her pride. “You…you had me tied to…the
table...and were licking me.”

His hand froze. “Did I now?” His voice seemed to be
raspier than usual.

“Yes, I couldn’t do anything to stop you. You were
relentless.”

“Did I make you come in front of everyone?” His hand
returned to her hot arse and began to rub absently.

She nodded shakily, digging her fingers into the
nearest woolen covered leg. The nubby fabric teased her palms. “I’m sorry,
Master. I woke up and…”

He gave a rough sigh. “…and couldn’t resist
masturbating?” He pulled her panties up before sitting her upright on his lap
with her head under his chin. For the first time in years, Myrna felt the
closeness that had been missing from her life.

“No, I didn’t masturbate, Master...at least not
intentionally. You see, when I came in my dream...” She drew a deep breath. “…I
woke up to find myself on the verge of coming for real and couldn’t stop. I was
hot and needy but still half asleep. I couldn’t stop. I had to rub my naked
body against my sheets. I came within seconds of waking.” She nibbled on the
inside of her cheek while she waited for his response. A rough sigh escaped
him. Hearing it, she panicked. “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to!”

“I’m sure you didn’t but regardless you did something
I asked you not to do.”

She hung her head. “Yes, Master.” She began to
tremble in his arms, afraid he was going to say it’s over. He lifted her off
his lap. Sinking into the cushions next to him, she stared down at her feet,
vastly aware of him reaching under his seat for his briefcase. “Would it help
if I promise it won’t happen again, Master?”

The quiet snick of the case opening had her jumping.
“Now, how are you going to promise not to do it again, if you were sleeping as
you said?” He rooted around inside of the case. “You’re human, Myrna, and a
sexy little submissive woman who’s been too long without a Master. I expect
there to be lapses from time to time. But don’t think I’ll let those lapses go
unpunished.” The click of cold metal against her wrist had her looking up in
surprise.

“Master?” Her heart started racing as he guided her
arm up and hooked the other cuff over the metal frame. Threading it through the
frame by her head, he smiled at her. “Give me your other wrist.”

“You’re not serious.” Her eyes frantically searched
his. This was the last thing she’d expected to happen today. They were on a
train headed for Dublin for heaven’s sakes.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” His eyes darkened.
“Either you give me your wrist or I’ll take it. I guarantee if I have to do it,
you’ll regret it.”

She slowly offered him her wrist. He took it and
guided it into the dangling cuff. “Good girl.” Slipping off the seat, he stood.
Her heart pounded as he pulled a blanket and another pillow out from under the
opposite seat. Taking both, he dropped them on the floor in front of her.
What
the hell is he doing?
Her eyes widened when he began to tug up her skirt
once more. As it passed her knees, she began to protest. He silenced her with
another one of his dark looks. She bit her lip but still couldn’t help but jump
when his hands tucked her skirt up under her back, again exposing her stockings
and silk panties to his gaze. A shiver worked free of her when this fingers
slid under the waist band of her damp underwear. His fingers traced over the
dark silk stockings encasing her legs.