Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

I twirl my fork into spaghetti tinted a brilliant green with pesto. Spaghetti is a food which, while I’m partial to it, I normally reserve for eating in decent privacy. There’s nothing like having sauce down the front of your shirt to ruin your credibility. However, given the nature of the conversation I want to have…

…. Promised to have….

… with Ryan, I accepted his recommendation.

Won’t do any harm to pass a few compliments to his relative…

And the food is indeed excellent.

“Parmesan?” Ryan passes me the grater. “They make the pesto here. Grow it themselves in the gardens at the back.”

“Really? Great idea. I’ll suggest it to Michael and Charlotte. He’s looking to build up the hotel restaurant and she’s looking for excuses to grow things.”

And I dry up.

How the hell to begin this…?

Ryan forks up pasta, chewing, sipping at an excellent white Sauvignon and occasionally glancing up at me. After a few minutes, he says, “So, what is it can I do for you, James? I gather it’s not related to the project?”

“No, it’s not. The fact is…”

The fork perches half-way to his mouth. “Yes?”

“We had an incident with Kirstie at work…”

His face clouds over. “An incident? What’s wrong? Her work’s not up to scratch? I’ll talk to…”

I interrupt. “Her work is excellent, and even if it weren’t, it would be Kirstie herself I would speak to about it, not you.”

His feathers settling, “What then?”

My mouth is dry. I swill a little wine around my mouth. “Kirstie came into work one morning, obviously upset.” Ryan’s head tilts. “She’d been crying and had tried to cover it up under the make-up. Even if her position did not place her on the front desk meeting the visitors, that is clearly not acceptable.”

“Crying? What was she crying about?” His expression is neutral, his voice flat.

“You didn’t know?”

“No. I didn’t. If I had, obviously I’d have gotten to the bottom of it myself. So, what did she say?”

“Straight off, nothing, but later she asked to see me.”

His face tightens. “To see you? Why did she want to see you? Is this to do with Charlotte?”

“No.” I scoop up more pasta, chewing slowly to buy myself thinking time. “Kirstie wanted to talk to me in my capacity as her friend and as a Dom.”

Ryan stiffens. “What?”

ask my advice regarding… her relationship with

the plate. “Do I understand you correctly? You have

“Yes, but…”

the table. But his voice is

with Kirstie was that she was obviously distressed, and she

think I don’t know how you met her? At the clubs in a threesome while

“She asked for my help. Don’t you want to hear

his

own rising

won’t help

“Kirstie is your sub…”

syllable could

and you are her Dom. But as I understand it, you are fairly new

juts then pushes down

“So?”

what Kirstie tells me, I think that perhaps you haven’t caught

voice is rising again; pitch and volume. “What the fuck are you talking about James?” Once more, heads turn in our direction, this time to meet the flash from

Stay cool…

have the control. The subs have the power.’

of it,

is beginning

always has the final say on how far things go; whether we’re talking about

in his

if that safe word is used, then it is for the Dom to stop whatever is happening. Not to question it. Not to get annoyed. To stop. That

food lies forgotten in front of him and his hands are fisting. One of the waiters saunters

Between gritted teeth, “Fine.”

to Ryan, then to me. Then he retreats beyond the fall-out

he’s out of earshot, Ryan’s gaze rises to mine. “What exactly has Kirstie being saying

“She tells me that…”

your words

when the two of you are involved, she calls

gaze flicks away; face

Can’t leave it there…

Get the message home…

reach their limits, you have to stop. That’s how it works. Otherwise, it’s not Domination, it’s bullying; abuse. A safe word that can’t be used, or is ignored, is

hurls it on the table, stands and leaves.

have

virulent green sauce unappetising, and the cheese

of the wine, washing it around my mouth, but even that tastes

Crap…

I call for the

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