dakota_trace_his_christmas_gift_myrnas by dakota trace Page B

rumbling. It was as if she
hadn’t eaten two slices of leftover Irish soda bread an hour ago. Her stomach
was proclaiming bread hadn’t been enough to satisfy her in the face of the
delicious smells filling the air.
    “Tsk-tsk. If I
didn’t know better, I’d think you’d skipped a meal again.” Amery turned and
ordered for both of them. She stuck her tongue out at him. It wouldn’t have
mattered if she’d eaten a seven course meal. He knew her weakness for this
particular food stand.
    When he turned back
around, she wisely had her tongue inside of her mouth. It wouldn’t do for him
to catch her. She graciously took the proffered food from him. Sinking onto a
bench, she nibbled at the breakfast sandwich. Savoring the crisp bacon and
fluffy eggs inside the flaky crust with just a hint of cheese, she took sips of
the orange juice in between bites. Next to her, Amery ate in companionable
silence. They were just finishing when the crackle of the public announcement
system broke the silence.
    “Train to Dublin will be departing from gate three in a half hour!” The perky voice of the woman
echoed through the station. Wadding up the wrapper from her sandwich, she
tossed it in the nearby trash along with her empty juice cup. She followed
Amery towards the platform. Handing the conductor the tickets he’d retrieved
from his briefcase, the man led them down the aisle and into the train car
where the private rooms were. She raised an eyebrow at him as she passed in
front of him and the conductor. Taking off her winter jacket, she hung it on
the hook provided.
    Once the door slid
shut behind Amery, effectively locking out the conductor and the shade had been
drawn, he flicked the lock. Butterflies jumped in her stomach. He had the same
intense look on his face he’d worn the day of the Founder’s meeting. She
glanced at him before lowering her eyes. She wasn’t sure how to respond to him. Is he expecting me to drop to my knees? Long moments seemed to drag by.
She finally heard the sharp whistle blow, signaling the train was pulling out
of the station. The surge of the train had her rocking on her feet.
    “Come here, Myrna.”
She started when she realized he’d passed by her and was now sitting on one of
the bench seats with his briefcase tucked in the luggage rack under it.
    She forced her feet
to move towards him, her heart banging in her ears. Can I do this?
    “Kneel.” The firm
demand had her sinking to her knees. He stopped her midway to tuck a pillow
under them before allowing her to finish. She gave him a grateful smile. Her
knees weren’t as young as they once had been.
    “Thank you.”
    He arched an
eyebrow at her. She took a deep breath. “Master. Thank you, Master.” Her eyes
darted down to the floor.
    “You know, we never
actually went over any limits yesterday. Before we go any further, we need to
establish them. While we’ve been friends for many years, I’m not a mind reader.
I have to know what your limits are sexually.”
    Gooseflesh prickled
all over her body at the thought. While she may have had her fantasies over the
years of submitting to Amery, she hadn’t thought they’d ever become a reality.
    “As such, I’m going
to list various things. I want you to give me a yes or a no answer. Bondage?”
    She nodded her
head. The thought of being bound across Amery’s bed or even the big walnut desk
in his study had her thighs clenching.
    “A verbal answer,
slave.”
    “Yes, Master. This
slave likes bondage.”
    A low chuckle
wafted above her bowed head. “So formal. But it’s good to know since I just
love tying up my slaves. It frees my hands for when they start to struggle.” A
long pause followed his statement and she shifted a bit. He ran his fingers
through her hair, loosening the braid. Is he going to leave it at that? Finally she could stand the silence no more.
    “Struggle, Master?”
    His fingers
tightened in her hair. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, slave.”