Sure Mastery by Ashe Barker

Author:Ashe Barker [Barker, Ashe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Published: 2018-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“What are your plans for today?”

“Not sure. I suppose I should really go home, make sure everything’s okay at my cottage and get on with some work. And it’s about time I introduced Fred and Wilma to their new home…”

“Fred and Wilma?”

“The kittens.”

“Ah, right.”

We’re seated once more at Tom’s huge oak table in the farm kitchen. He’s been up since dawn, or even earlier for all I know, whilst I only dragged myself out of bed half an hour ago. I took a shower, still aching in newly discovered places after yesterday’s incredible experience in Tom’s bedroom, before ambling downstairs in search of coffee. No doubt attracted by the aroma, Tom strolled through the door just as I was pouring my first cup. I poured him one too, and we sat down companionably together.

Despite the intensity of our relationship, everything around Tom is easy, relaxed. Well, almost everything. The Dom stuff is anything but. Then he’s stern, intimidating. Downright scary. I find myself wondering which Tom is the real one.

“What are you thinking, Ashley?”

“What? What do you mean? Nothing.”

“What’s the puzzled look for? You were lost in thought just then, and not altogether happy thoughts, I’m guessing.”

God, how does he always know? “It was just, well, I was wondering…” I’m not sure how to explain or what it is I want to ask.

“You were wondering… What?”

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter. Really.”

“We’ll come back to it then. Now, how are your bruises from yesterday? Do you need me to rub in any more cream?”

He has a distinctly lascivious emerald glint in his eye and I can’t help giggling. Except, I never giggle. Or I never used to.

“No, I’m fine. No bruises.” And there aren’t.

I twisted and turned in front of the mirror in Tom’s bathroom this morning as I was drying off after my shower and couldn’t see so much as a red mark on my bum, though it’s still a little tender when I sit down. Nothing to bother me, though. Again, I’m baffled by how he’s able to do that, ramp up the pain to such an extreme then turn it off almost as quickly with no lasting effects. It shouldn’t be possible but clearly it is. I guess it just comes with practice. I have mixed feelings, if I’m honest, about all the subs who Tom has had before me, although neither one of us has a past to be entirely proud of. Not that Tom seems to harbor any misgivings about his previous relationships—if that’s the right term for whipping someone then fucking them senseless—and he’s managed to consign my sorry past to history where it belongs. So maybe we are starting with a sort of clean sheet.

Looking him in the eye, I firmly resolve that that’s how it’s going to be from here on in.

He regards me seriously as he asks his next question. “So, would you do it again? Or something similar?” This is the killer question, I suppose, for the morning after the night before

I don’t hesitate.

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