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– and set it down by his chair.
    â€˜Right. Now kneel on it. But spread your legs wider … that’s it.’
    I felt like an exhibit and I couldn’t face him. What should I do with my hands? They hung there uselessly while I endured the unforgiving laser of his attention.
    â€˜I need you to look at me, Sarah.’
    I did as he told me, but kept my eyelids low. My whole face twitched with the effort of not looking away.
    â€˜I told you earlier not to come while I was licking that juicy little cunt of yours, didn’t I? But you came anyway. Right?’
    â€˜Yeah.’
    â€˜What’s that you say?’ He cupped a hand behind his ear, his voice suddenly hard-edged.
    â€˜Yes, Sir.’ The words came as easily as breathing, surprising me. I was meant to say them.
    â€˜Why did you do that?’
    â€˜I couldn’t help myself.’ I paused and waited for it to say itself. ‘Sir.’
    â€˜Right. And why couldn’t you help yourself?’
    â€˜Because what you were doing to me … it was very … it made me … lose control.’
    He smiled but his eyes were flints.
    â€˜
I
made you lose control? Well, then, if you can’t control yourself, you’re going to need me to do it for you. Aren’t you?’
    â€˜Yes, Sir.’
    â€˜I can do that.’
    â€˜I know you can.’
    He raised the leg that was crossed over the other, waving his polished shoe in the air beneath my nose.
    â€˜Look at my shoe, Sarah. It’s got a kind of white patch on it. Do you know what that is?’
    Yes, I knew what that was. I swallowed guiltily, remembering how he had played footsie with my pussy under the table.
    â€˜Yes, Sir.’
    He waited for me to elaborate.
    â€˜It’s, er, from me. When I was wet.’
    â€˜When you were wet. You were very wet, weren’t you?’
    â€˜Yes, Sir.’
    â€˜Are you wet now?’
    â€˜I … don’t know.’ I did know. I was soaking.
    â€˜I don’t tolerate lying, you know, Sarah. But I’ll give you another chance. Are you wet now?’
    I heaved the words out. ‘I think so, Sir.’
    â€˜You’d better make sure.’
    I blinked.
    He raised his eyebrows and nodded downwards.
    â€˜Yes. You know what to do. Go on.’
    I flapped for a second before touching my fingertip, as quickly and lightly as I could, to my vagina.
    â€˜Well? Show me.’
    I held out my hand, the finger pointing upwards. He took me by the wrist, bent forward and sniffed.
    â€˜You are,’ he said. ‘That’s good. We can move on to the next stage.’
    â€˜Oh. Can we, Sir?’
    â€˜Yes. Open your lips and show me your clit. I want to see it.’
    I couldn’t help a sigh and a grimace.
    â€˜Another thing you’re going to have to learn, Sarah, is a quick and graceful response to my commands. I think we’ll try that next.’
    I leaned back on my calves, trying to angle my pussy towards his view, and splayed the lips with my fingers. He leaned forward, frowning over his inspection, which seemed to last a long time.
    â€˜You’re definitely ready,’ he diagnosed. ‘Why are you wet again, Sarah? I haven’t touched you. Is it because you’re naked?’
    â€˜Partly, I think. And just … you. Being you. The way you are.’
    â€˜The way I am?’
    â€˜So … confident. And, like, just assuming that I’m going to do as you say. I imagined doms to be … shoutier. And like, you know, you smile a lot. I didn’t think they smiled. For some reason. Not sure why.’
    â€˜Everyone’s different, Sarah. That’s humanity for you.’
    â€˜I know. I feel a bit stupid, actually, but that stereotype had popped up in my fantasy life for so long, it became a kind of dom avatar.’
    He nodded sagely.
    â€˜So we’ve established that you find me incredibly sexy. This is worth knowing.’
    I smirked at