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He frowned. “You’ll need food later. Real food. Something with sustenance. No foo-foo bunny-type shit.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and gave me a long once-over. “Fine. How about a bowl of soup and a salad for right now, and a burger for later?”

“Change the burger to some of Chef’s mac and cheese and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“All right,” he conceded with a grin, turning away to speak into his phone as he called in the order.

When that was done, there was nothing to do but wait. And negotiate.

I didn’t want to do either.

“We need to discuss your limits.”

I listed off the same ones I’d given to Master Derek earlier. My limits with Trent weren’t actually the same as they’d be with anyone else, but for the sake of this punishment, they needed to be. Did I want to finish up with Trent’s thick cock inside my pussy? Hell yes, I did, but this was supposed to be a punishment, and I didn’t deserve anything that would lessen the impact.

“Anything else I should know?” Trent asked. “Any stipulations you want to make?”

“No.” I shook my head adamantly. “No, Trent, I trust you. And as hard as it is for me to admit this, to even think about it, I need to give up the control. I need to have zero control. Because if you give me any, I might just take all of it.”

Trent chuckled. “Asking for your limits isn’t quite the same as giving you control, but I hear you. I get it. And,” he continued, “can I just say how proud I am of you? How brave I think you are?”

“Stop.” I responded to his praise with a roll of my eyes.

He reached across the table and grabbed my hand. “No, Maureen. I won’t stop. I’m serious. You’re a Dominant. To humble yourself into the position of submissive even for a night, takes serious balls. Strength of character and all that. I’ve admired you for years, but my respect for you tripled tonight.”

His praise turned my stomach. Even if there was a small part of me that knew he was right, I wasn’t ready to hear it.

Thankfully, before I could argue, which would have probably upset him and just dragged things out, our food arrived. I sat there while Trent dished it up. Chicken noodle soup, thick crusty bread and a fresh side salad had my stomach growling.

I ate far faster and with much more gusto than I would have thought possible and was soon just waiting for Trent to finish his own, much larger dinner.

But I wasn’t in a hurry any longer. Reality was setting in. Talking about giving up control was one thing, actually doing it, for me, was quite another.

Trent’s mood seemed to have shifted also, his countenance more serious, his mood more somber. Finally, he finished eating, wiped his mouth, and stood, clearing our dishes.

I swallowed the lump that had taken up residence in my throat, knowing what was coming. Knowing it was time. Knowing that despite believing it was the right thing, and Trent was the right person, submitting to him was about to change everything.Forever.

CHAPTER 21

Maureen

My heart pounded as Trent pulled me to my feet, holding my hand in his as his gaze roamed my face first, then my body, taking a silent assessment. I met his attention head-on, waiting for him to find fault, to say I wasn’t ready. Or worse, to call the whole thing off. What would I do then?

“Last chance to add any limits.” His voice was stern yet gentle when his eyes met mine. I shivered under his shrewd gaze.

“I’m fine.”

He seemed to search my face for a moment, then nodded. “Okay then. Strip please.”

I sucked in a deep breath. I’d been expecting that. And I knew I needed it. Needed to have any protections and defenses taken away from me. But to have to actually do it. To take off all my clothes, and not for sex, with Trent watching my every move, knowing that he’d be able to see all my bits up close and personal, and there was nothing I could do about it.

He had the grace to look away when I began to work the buttons on my blouse, busying himself in his closet. Probablywhere his implements were. The knowledge made flutters in my stomach.

A few hours ago, I’d been fantasizing about what it would be like to submit to Trent. Now I was actually about to find out.

My fingers trembled, ever so slightly, as I undid my silk blouse, and slipped it off my shoulders. My bra was white lace, and it had to go too. Then my slacks, and my matching panties. I could feel Trent watching me, but I didn’t look up to confirm. Once I was completely naked, with nothing on but my jewelry, I crossed my arms over my chest, and waited for his instruction.

“We don’t have any spanking benches in here,” he said, his lips curving up in a smile, “but I do think you should be restrained in some way. Just another aspect of control taken from you. I think you need that.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, already falling into a submissive mindset I would have sworn I didn’t actually possess.

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