The Enticement: The Submissive Series by Tara Sue Me Page B

as I crossed the room to do his bidding.
    “Even without your collar on, are you still my submissive?” he asked when I’d sat down.
    “Yes, Sir.” I wasn’t wearing his collar, so I didn’t have to call him anything. Yet, somehow doing so seemed appropriate.
    “When we go to a BDSM club together, who protects you?”
    “You, Sir.”
    “And how am I to protect you when I’m not there?”
    “You can’t, Sir.”
    “Exactly. Outside of the fact that you are mine and any Dominant wanting to interact with you has to obtain my permission, you are truly my only treasure, my beloved, my life. I would kill to keep you safe and I can’t do it if I’m not with you.”
    Tears stung my eyes.
    “If it hadn’t been for Jeff last night, you would have been assaulted. That man would have put his hands on you, hurt you, and done things I have nightmares about. And the entire time it was happening, I couldn’t stop him because I wouldn’t have known to.”
    I sniffled. “I’m sorry, Sir. I understand I should have called.”
    “You were wrapped up in yourself and didn’t think about the consequences your actions could have had.”
    “Yes, Sir. I see that.”
    He sighed. “I’m torn on what to do. I should cane you for going to a club without my permission. You know better. I understand that you didn’t know that woman was bringing you there. But let’s make one thing clear to start: You are not to interact with any Dom inside a club without getting my approval. You know this.”
    I started trembling at the mention of a cane. I fucking hated those things when used for punishment. And he was right. I had known better.
    “But you were nearly assaulted and I can’t find it within me to punish you corporally after such an incident.”
    I waited for what seemed like hours. Based on past experiences, the tension between us wouldn’t go away until my actions had been dealt with. Our lives were governed by rules that were not followed by the world at large. They were there because it was what we needed. It didn’t mean they were always pleasant.
    “Go stand and face the wall,” he finally said.
    I swallowed a groan before he heard it. I hated standing against a wall. He’d had me do it only a handful of times before. But in looking over my options, I reminded myself it was better than the cane.
    I rose to my feet before he could accuse me of stalling and walked to the back wall opposite his desk. It was possible he’d want to sit and observe me while I stood. On the way, I made certain not to look his way. He’d probably be standing with arms crossed, or wearing that cool, distant look. Probably both.
    I stood an inch from the wall with my hands by my side. Too late, I realized the spot I’d picked was under an air vent blowing cool air. Or maybe he’d known I’d pick that spot and that’s why he chose to have me join him here instead of in the living room. Who could ever tell with him?
    The cool air danced along my exposed back, instantly making my skin pebble with gooseflesh. I wouldn’t get too cold, but it certainly wouldn’t be comfortable.
    “You are to stand as still as possible,” he said. “And because you’ll probably be tempted to think only about how cold you are, I want you to think about how I felt when you walked into our house with a strange man. Then I want you to imagine how scared I was when I realized the danger you’d been in.”
    If I knew him at all, once he allowed me to move, he’d ask me to write down the thoughts I’d had while I stood. Anytimebefore when I’d stood against a wall, he’d tell me how long he was going to have me stand.
    “I haven’t decided how long you’ll be there,” he said as if reading my mind. “Time begins now,” he said.
    At first it was difficult to think about anything other than the discomfort of the air temperature. But I focused on his warning and forced my mind to imagine his thoughts last night.
    As I stood there, the image that kept