Bow to Your Partner by Raven McAllan Page A

strip,
please." She begged and he was disgusted with himself. She was pleading
him not to do something he had no intention of letting happen any time soon. What a bastard I've become.
    "Mason, do you trust me to know what's best for
us? Do you trust me, period? Because if not, there's no point
in going on." This time the silence continued for so long, he convinced
himself her answer would be in the negative. Eventually after two minutes and
twenty-nine seconds—he'd counted them off on his watch—she took a shuddering
breath.
    "Yes, Sir. Sorry,
Sir."
    He hoped his relief wasn't obvious. Seriously she'd
put him through the wringer more times in such a short time, than everyone
during the rest of his life.
    "Mason, listen to me. We won't scene tonight,
maybe not for ages. Who knows? Maybe never."
    How someone who he'd only met so recently mattered
so much confused the hell out of him. Callan was the person who never rushed
into anything. The one who stood back and pondered. Who
evaluated and debated before he made decisions. His nickname at University—Cautious
Cal—was apt. Now, after just a few hours with Mason, he'd turned that sobriquet
on its head. "Tonight we'll watch for a while, that's all. Let you see how
the club works. Then we'll talk to discover if we want the same things.
Yes?"
    She nodded, and the relief in her eyes warred with
the tears she brushed away impatiently. "Yes, please. Um,
Sir."
    "Then come with me, and do as I say. You look
beautiful and that bustier has my cock demanding release, so this is a lesson
in restrain and trust for both of us. That afterwards we've come to a place
where we're both happy to carry on." He paused and grinned. "And I
can fuck the living daylights out of you. Be it this week, next month or next
year. We're not going to rush, pet."
    She giggled, and it was the best sound ever. Callan
walked over to unlock the door, changed his mind, and turned back to the long
mahogany cupboard before he swiveled and looked at her. Mason stood tall by the
settee, her hands behind her back, and her eyes following his every movement.
    "In this club on play nights like this, if you're
taken or don't want to play, you can wear a sign. Will you? It's not a collar,
it’s a bracelet." He opened the cupboard and took out a delicate silver
chain with an intricate diamond knot on it. He'd never given it, or any form of
taken token to anyone before. His heart beat sped up as he waited for her
reply.
    Her eyes widened.
    "Are you-er, yes, Sir. Please."
    Callan didn't ask her to explain herself, or expand
on her words. He got the idea. He nodded and clasped the bracelet around her
wrist, adjusting it to be a snug, but not uncomfortable fit. She fingered it.
    "Please, Sir, what's this link for?"
    Callan knew fine what she looked at, and wondered
how she'd react to his answer. Truly this evening was the most enjoyable he could
remember, and they'd done nothing but spar. "Handcuffs."
    "Oh, good." She smiled sinful and
full of mischief. "Do I have to be good or bad for that?"
    "That's for me to know and you to find out.
Right, we're going into the club. You have your safe words. Rather than speak
them, nip me like this." He demonstrated on her wrist, "and we'll go
somewhere here you can convey what you want to me. Understand?"
    She nodded. "Yes, Sir, and
green."
    He couldn't ask for anything else. He led the way
out of the room, and didn't lock it behind him. "If I'm called away, or
you need a safe haven for any reason, come up here and wait for me. Lock the
door, and only let Sean or myself in. No." He preempted her question.
"I don't think you'll need to, not for a moment, but as this is your first
time, I'm trying to make sure I've covered everything."
    "Thank you, Sir." She smiled up at him,
and the glowing look almost made him change his mind, and take her somewhere
private to make love to her. Only the fact he wanted to show her so much kept
him on the move. He took her hand and ushered along a corridor