His nostrils flared and his lips thinned as he pressed them together. He put his wine down on the table and sat forward, his eyes burning into hers. “Lisa,” he said, his voice stern, “don’t lie to me. That is rule number one. There needs to be trust between a Dom and a sub and that means that there can be no secrets, no lies. Now tell me what is wrong. What has you all tied up in knots?”

Lisa’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tore her gaze away from Mason’s. He ...