“Yes, sir.” She seemed pleased saying so. Breathing more easily, she sat back as though she’d won the war, while he continued to stew unhappily.
“Why on earth are you finding this so simple?” he shook his head in amazement. “Up until an hour ago we were husband and wife… it’s not going to be easy changing our life.”
“And why not?”
“Because every master/slave relationship requires an agreement between the two. You’ve made a proposal, Emily—obviously you’ve been considering this since you happened on my private correspondence. Now it’s my turn to do the thinking.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And don’t call me sir. You’re my wife, and that is all you are until I tell you otherwise.”
“If you don’t trust my sincerity, Justin, I understand that. But I can prove who I am to you. I know what I feel. I know
