She’s gone. I sent her away for her own good. If I hadn’t I might’ve done something we’d both regret. A Dom must have great self- control; I kept reminding myself of that fact as I sat there with the glass of cognac in my hand.

How the fuck had the evening come to this? What the fuck had possessed her? Was it a test? Was she trying to see how far she could go?

I would never have expected that from her, shows how the fuck much I knew. The panties were bad enough, and ...