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“Yes,” she said without hesitation. I nodded and just took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her in my arms.

Long before I wanted to, I repositioned her on my lap so that I could see her face. “I want to talk about this some more, but I would like for you to try and figure out what exactly it was about this man’s eyes that bothered you. I don’t want you to always be afraid.”

“I will try for you, Master.”

Bringing my hands up to surround her face, I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. The feel of her soft mouth against mine was absolutely amazing. She leaned into me, and even though I knew I shouldn’t, I took the invitation.

My tongue slipped through my lips and pressed against hers. She opened to me, and I wasted no time diving in and tasting her once again.

Brianna moved her tongue with mine as she had before, but this was so much different than the first time. On her bed it had been aggressive, heated. Here it was softer, and for my part, filled with love rather than lust.

The problem with that, however, was that my body had difficulty telling the difference. Before I wanted to, I had to pull back. She had had a rough day and the last thing she needed was for me to lose control and push our physical boundaries. I shouldn’t even be kissing her like I was, but I couldn’t find it within myself to be sorry.

Her eyes opened and met mine.

I love you, Brianna!

But instead of saying the words shouting at me in my head, I walked her to her room and said goodnight.

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Stephan

Tuesday morning I said goodbye to Brianna with a little more reluctance than usual. For some reason it was harder to separate myself from her than it had been before, not that before it had been easy. She accepted my soft kiss just before I walked out the door and had a smile on her face when I left her.

The day was uneventful, thankfully. Sure, I’d had to deal with a few everyday problems, but nothing that added too much stress upon my already complicated life.

At five o’clock, I said goodnight to Jamie and drove home.

My excitement grew as I rode the elevator to my condo. And just like always, she was there on the floor, waiting for me.

Crossing the short distance between the door and where she knelt seemed too far. But it was like a breath of fresh air when my hand made its way into her hair, and I felt her lean into me. “Good evening, Brianna.”

“Good evening, Master.” Her voice held more confidence each day.

Three weeks. I couldn’t believe it had been three weeks.

Raising her chin, I peered into her eyes. They were open, looking directly into mine. So much different than that first night, that first week.

She held my gaze for several minutes before I pulled back and helped her to stand. “Prepare the table. I’ll be there in a minute.” With that I walked away, leaving her standing near the door.

Dinner was uneventful. Although I wanted to ask her questions, I knew it was best to wait until after. Talking seemed to be easier for her when we were touching.

After going through our days, our conversation revisited her experience the previous night. We talked about why the man’s eyes had bothered her, and it seemed she viewed them as aggressive. Her word, not mine.

“I want to try something. Stand up for me.” She nodded and stood, waiting.

I guided her to an open area of the room and took several steps back from her.

Brianna started to lower her head, but I stopped her. “No. I want you to look at me. Look directly into my eyes.”

She complied and waited. I didn’t make her wait long. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let a part of my nature that I’d been keeping tightly under wraps come to the surface. When I opened my eyes, I saw her reaction immediately.

Her entire body stiffened, and her eyes widened in fear and apprehension. I watched as her breath picked up as my eyes roamed her body, the hunger in them painfully obvious. This was a side of me Brianna had only gotten a glimpse of once before and in a very small dose.

With measured steps I stalked toward her, each step predatory. She was trying very hard not to react to her obvious fear. I saw her legs twitch like she was preparing to run.

Closing the last feet between us, I kept my eyes firmly fixed on hers. “Was this the way his eyes looked, Brianna?”

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