“Sir never fails when a submissive female is speaking to the master of the house,” Lawrence responded. “That will do for now.”
She suddenly shuddered visibly.
“Have I rattled you so much already?” he asked, jokingly.
“I’m not really rattled that easily,” she replied. “But I am intrigued and maybe a little excited.” With the delicate movement of her hand, she self-consciously pushed a lock of stray hair away from her face. She’d bit her lip, still smiling, and bowed her head in a sweet submissive way.
“She is captivating, Alain. How fun to have a genuinely submissive female in our midst. So often we find ourselves fighting with women who haven’t a clue what real submission means.”
“Did I mention she can be an ornery brat, too?” Alain interjected, his gaze returning to his wife.
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