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I swallow, and it feels like the lump is going to explode in my stomach. “Yeah.”

Ira Mathison is leaning across the table. I am leaning across the table. I have no control over any of this… no control at all… what my body does, what she does… fuck, fuck, fuck! What is happening?

“That means you and I are a lot more experienced at certain things than we were, what was it, twelve years ago?”

“Okay.”

“We’re also better at forgiving. So, do you forgive me, Katie?”

I’m not sure what’s happening. The room is spinning. Something that feels like fatigue infuses me. I’m awake, but… what’s controlling me? “Forgive you for what?”

“For that day. I forgive you.”

Another swallow. My lips are so dry. “Yeah. I forgive you.”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

Ira’s hand is squeezing mine so hard that I don’t doubt she’s bruising us both. It hurts. Oh, God, does it hurt. Everything. Everything hurts. My hand, my arm, my stupid heart.

“If you believe me, kiss me.”

“And what will that solve?”

There’s that shrug. That smug, I-don’t-really-care shrug. Except I know she totally cares right now. “Let’s find out.”

It would be so easy to lean forward and kiss those lips. To know how much experience she now has. To express everything I’ve learned in the same amount of time.

Like how I’ve become a Domme.

Dommes don’t do this.

They’re not seduced by people like Ira. They don’t have the control stripped from them, at any time…

Except. Except. Isn’t she giving me some control right now? She’s left the ball in my court. All I have to do is pick it up and toss it back.

I’m in control. Anything that happens from here is because I wanted it to happen.

No regrets. No fears.

I’m a Domme, which means I know what kind of person Ira is. No matter what happens, she’ll take care of me. And I’ll take care of her. Mostly that one, because I have control.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Next thing I know? Boom. My life has changed.

And my name is muttered on my lips, Ira Mathison’s tongue slipping against mine. The pain in my hand is absolutely exquisite, and I slip far, far into the comfort of something so long ago and familiar.

She’s as good a kisser as the girls at school said she was.

Chapter 10

Kathleen

I’m on fire. From head to toe, all I can think about is doing exactly what I am.

Namely, kissing Ira.

Her lips are tender against mine, although I feel the force of her every movement within this kiss. When she moves from my mouth to my chin, I think it’s over.

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