The word master sent a shiver down her spine. During these sessions, Dare would be her master. He would command her to do things. She had no idea what those things would be.

“Now turn around. Slowly, so I can look at you.”

She turned, aware of his gaze gliding down the length of her body. Why had she worn such tight jeans? She should have worn something more business appropriate.

What would his orders be? As she continued to turn, an image flashed through her mind of sitting on a chair in front of him, totally naked. In the image, he leaned forward and, with his gaze gliding down her torso, commanded her to open her legs.

“Stop.”

She stopped turning, facing him again.

“Pour me a glass of wine.”

His gaze shifted to the bottle of wine and the single stemmed glass beside it. She stepped forward and picked up the bottle, then poured the dark burgundy liquid into his glass. He held out his hand and she picked up the glass and handed it to him.

He nodded, then took a sip.

“Would you like some?”

She nodded.

“The proper response is, ‘Yes, Master.’”

Her gaze darted to his. “Uh … yes, Master.”

“Come over here and kneel in front of me.”

She drew in a deep breath. A part of her wanted to rebel, but a stronger part wanted to do exactly what he said. With shaky legs, she walked toward him, then knelt on the plush carpet. She was only inches from him. His strong, masculine aura surrounded her. Exciting her. Heat pulsed through her.

He held his glass to her lips and tipped it up. She sipped the dark, tart wine, then swallowed as he drew the glass from her lips.

The wine warmed her throat as it went down.

She was so close to him. Kneeling in front of him. Being like this sent all kinds of raunchy images through her head. She found herself wondering what it would be like to stroke her hand along his thigh to his crotch. To glide her hand over his cock and feel it swell. To tug down his zipper and reach her hand inside.

“Would you like more?”

Oh, God, her raging hormones demanded so much more. But he was talking about wine.

“Yes, Master.”

If she hadn’t been on her knees already, she probably would have dropped to them at the intense arousal washing through her at saying those words. Yes, Master. Right here, right now, she was his slave.

He tipped the glass to her lips and she took a bigger sip this time. It was relaxing her and she wanted more. She glanced at him and, as if reading her mind, he tipped it up again. Heat washed through her and tension eased from her body.

She could barely keep her gaze from dropping to his crotch.

Was he aroused? If she looked, would she see a bulge forming in his pants?