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“If you think she’s a natural sub, then this whole thing will be easier,” Dan told me, “and sure, she’s gonna test you first…a lot, but that’ll just make her total submission to you that much sweeter.”

I watched Patty and Dan interact with each other the whole time I was there the first time. She’d kneeled at his feet of her own volition. He stroked her hair as we talked. Patty was involved in the conversation too, and spoke as if she wasn’t kneeling at her Master’s feet.

The club had gotten some new subs, so Dan had me watch their training. We had five unattached Doms that worked with the new subs. They were all using different levels of intensity, but I learned a lot. I’m more of a sensual Dom, but I watched and learned how to teach a new sub. I just hope to God that Britain is interested in exploring this.

I focus on the now, and change into some worn dark denim and a white t-shirt that molds to my body. I’m bringing out the big guns tonight.

Twenty minutes later, I’m driving toward Britain’s place. Earlier she told me she was going home. Pulling in the driveway I get out, ready to head around to the back when Keith sticks his head out the front door. “Hey! She’s upstairs—you can just come this way.”

He holds the door open, and two beautiful little girls, one I’ve seen before, come running toward me. “Who are you?”

“Are you Auntie Bwit’s boyfwiend?” They say at the same time.

I get down on my haunches and hold out my hand. “I’m Silas, and yes, you could say that I’m her boyfriend.”

Both girls giggle and then grab my hands, dragging me toward the kitchen. I find Britain and her sister-in-law at the table, and I notice the bruising around her eyes isn’t as dark.

“Your boyfriend’s here,” the older girl croons, and then the little one copies her sister.

Britain smiles at me, her cheeks the loveliest shade of pink. “Hey,” she says quietly. “Beth is helping cover up some of the bruising.” Her face is still slightly puffy around her eyes. “Girls, let him go.”

I just realize that they’re both still holding my hands, spinning around, and kicking their little legs. Britain watches us, and I like that soft look in her eyes.

Beth stands up. “Girls, say goodbye to your aunt, and leave Silas alone. Good to see you, Silas.” The petite redhead is very sweet.

“Nice to see you too, Beth.” I turn to look at Britain, who is hugging both girls. She stands up, taking my offered hand. I load her into my SUV, and then we head toward my place. “How is your face?”

“It’s sore if I bend over, or if I lie flat on my back. I stopped the heavy stuff and now I’m just taking some ibuprofen. Next week I have to go have it checked to make sure it’s healing well. The bruises are nasty—that’s why I had Beth try to cover them up, or at least make them appear not so grotesque.” I grab her hand, bringing it to my lips and kissing the back of it.

“I’m glad it’s feeling a little better. Your brother felt like shit.”

A small smile graces her lips. “Yeah, he’s been over every day bringing me treats. I told him it was an accident, but he doesn’t fucking listen to me. I played soccer from the time I was eight until just after high school. It wasn’t my first injury, and hell I’m klutzy, so I’m sure it won’t be my last.”

After she tripped that day in the coffee shop, I could definitely imagine her as being clumsy. “I’d be the same way with Heather if I caused her to get hurt. It’s just something us older brothers do.”

We get back to my place, and once we’re inside I set her up on the patio. I tell her I’ll be right back. I pull the chicken out of the fridge and grab a bottle of lemonade for her and a bottle of beer for myself. I grab everything, carrying it outside before I fire up the grill. I wanted a charcoal grill, but they said I could only have gas.

“Can I help with anything?” she asks from beside me. I really like that about her. From what I’ve seen, she loves helping others around her.

“Nope, I want you to kick back and relax.”

She curls up in the corner of the love seat. “How’s your office coming along? Is it done?”

I put the last chicken breast on the grill before turning back to her. The scent of the sweet and spicy marinade hits me. “I have to do one final walk-through before they start hooking up all of the electronics. Do you want to come with me?”

“Really? Sure, I’d like that.”

“I’m going to go start warming up the potatoes. The chicken should be okay.” I head inside to get everything else going, and then head back up to remove the chicken from the grill. Britain follows me inside, and I have her sit at the island where I’ve got everything set up.

We dig into our food, and the way she’s shoveling it in, I know she’s enjoying it. “Do you like the marinade?” She nods. “I made it from scratch. I wanted something different—something a little sweet, and a little spicy.”

“It’s really good. I love spicy food, and this is perfect. You could probably sell it.” She goes back to eating. My cock twitches in my pants when she moans around a bite of her potatoes.

After we eat, she insists on helping me clean up and won’t take no for an answer. I have no clue what I’m going to say to her, but the last thing I want to do is scare her. I’m just not experienced with the whole relationship thing. Of course I’m not saying we have a relationship at all.

Britain wipes off the counter, and then I grab a couple of beers and her hand before pulling her with me back upstairs and outside.

I turn on the fire pit and the twinkle lights before joining Britain on the love seat. I watch as she brings the bottle of beer in her hand to her lips. Biting my lip, I keep myself from moaning, wishing that it was my cock against her lips. “Is your face still okay? Are you in pain?”

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