The Stroke of Twelve by Kim Dare

Author:Kim Dare [Dare, Kim]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Erotic Romance eBooks Erotica Total-E-Bound eBooks Books Romance
Published: 2013-05-23T03:06:28+00:00

THE STROKE OF TWELVE

Kim Dare

47

“You don’t need my permission to do whatever you want during the hours you don’t spend with me, Devon,” Mr. Templeton told him. “But, if you want my opinion, I think that sounds like a very good idea.” He stroked his hair and smiled down at him.

Devon nodded his understanding. Whatever the older man said, he saw the truth in the dominant’s eyes. He had his master’s approval. That was all he needed to know.

* * * *

Tuesday 13th April 2010

The door was already unlocked when Devon arrived at seven minutes to twelve. He frowned and cautiously stepped inside, wondering if one of the secretaries Mr. Templeton liked to send on long lunch breaks had yet to leave.

Someone was speaking French in Mr. Templeton’s office—someone with a very familiar voice that called to Devon, even while it was speaking a different language. Devon peeped around the half open door. His master sat alone in the room, speaking into the phone.

Walking across to the spot on the rug where he always waited, the submissive looked to his master for further instruction.

Mr. Templeton rattled off a few quick words of French before putting the phone to one side and pressing a button on the hand set, which Devon took to mean the person he’d been speaking to was now on hold.

“I’m going to be on the phone for most of the hour.” Panic rushed through Devon the moment the words hit the air. Mr. Templeton couldn’t send him away, just like that. He had to have his hour with his master.

“Please, may I stay anyway, sir? I swear, you won’t hear a word from me. I’ll just sit quietly and stay out of your way.”

He whispered the words very softly, as if that might somehow prove to his master just how quiet he could be. But Mr. Templeton just raised a hand for him to be completely silent.

The older man pressed the button on the phone and spoke into the receiver once more.

A few minutes passed. The clock in the hall began to chime the hour, but Mr.

Templeton was still deeply absorbed in his phone call. For several terrifying seconds Devon thought the dominant wasn’t even going to have time to say the words to him. At the very last moment, he said a few quick words of French and pressed the hold button again.

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