I nod, casting my eyes around the room to locate my clothing.
“Here.” Ewan reaches down beside his chair and retrieves my leather corset. “Would you like to put this back on, or do you just want to cover up with your coat? You can go out to the car as you are.”
On second thoughts,“Just the coat, please.”
The journey home through the small hours of a Yorkshire morning passes in companionable silence. It wasafter three when we left Fairlawns, it will be around four-thirty by the time we get home. This has been an eventful night, a night full of challenges and surprises. I feel good about what happened, what I did. What my dom made me do. But I can’t imagine wanting to repeat the adventure any time soon. I wonder if Ewan might though.
“Sir…?”
“Mmm, what is it, Faith?”
“Tonight was good. Better than good.”
“It was.” He keeps his attention on the road ahead. The M1 is virtually deserted at this time, but even so…
A few moments pass before Ewan breaks the silence. “It was good, but…?”
“How do you know there’s a but?”
“Faith, just tell me.”
“Will you want to do it again? Share me with another dom, I mean?”
“Another dom? Or David?”
“Either, I suppose.”
“I would never have suggested that scene with a dom you didn’t already know and trust. I knew you’d already responded well to David, and I have absolute confidence in him.” He casts a quick look across at me. “You know I’ll never expose you to anything you don’t want. Pushing boundaries is one thing, scaring you shitless is another.”
“I wasn’t scared.”
“Liar.”
“Okay. A little. But that’s good, isn’t it? Part of the experience.”
“Of course. And was it an experience you’d like to enjoy again?”
I hesitate. “Maybe. I’m not sure.”
“Which is nervous sub code for no.”
I glance at him, apprehensive. “Are you angry?”
“Am I… fuck. I wanted you to try scening with two doms. I wanted you to trust me enough to give it a go. You did. It was fabulous.Youwere fucking amazing.”
“I… I see.”
“If you want to do it again, then fine. I’ll set it up. If not, no problem.” He looks in my direction, his expression serious. “Are we still good, love? No hard feelings, on reflection?”
I nod, my gesture emphatic. “Yes, fine. Absolutely fine. Sir.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“But, there’s one last thing I want to say. Need to say, I suppose.”
“Go on.”
“I was scared, worried, embarrassed, a whole lot of things, I suppose. At the beginning. I might have said no. When we got upstairs, in the private room, my courage failed me. I was going to say no, even though I had already agreed, downstairs in the bar. But there was a moment, a point when I knew it would be good. That it would be alright, and that I really wanted to go ahead.”
