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?”

my advice regarding… her

I understand you correctly? You have been discussing my and

“Yes, but…”

leans forward over the table. But his voice is lower. “What the fuck

only reason I had the conversation with Kirstie was that she was obviously

your help?” He leans closer, hissing, “You think I don’t know how you met her? At the clubs in a threesome while you were having your fun and frolics? That was

my help. Don’t you want to hear what she had to

his seat, “Alright

own rising

which won’t

“Kirstie is your sub…”

syllable could

as I understand it,

pushes

“So?”

me, I think that perhaps you haven’t caught all the nuances of how

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 his eyes and turn away again. Then, more circumspectly, “What

Stay cool…

The subs have the

read of it,

word is beginning to

without limits. The sub always has the final

shifts in his

relationship, the sub has a safe word. And 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.

lies forgotten in front of him and his hands are fisting. One of the waiters saunters over, radiating fake nonchalance. “Everything okay,

Between gritted teeth, “Fine.”

looks first to Ryan, then to me. Then he

he’s out of earshot, Ryan’s gaze rises to mine.

“She tells me that…”

your words

when the two of you are involved, she calls her safe word and you get angry

flicks away; face reddening,

Can’t leave it there…

Get the message home…

However much any sub gets from being dominated, when you reach their limits, you have to stop. That’s how it

from his lap he hurls it on the table, stands and leaves. Curious faces follow him. The waiter glares

could have gone

on my plate, the virulent green sauce unappetising, and the cheese smells

a mouthful of the wine, washing it around my mouth, but even

Crap…

I

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