All Chapters of Yes Master : Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

The dining room looked exactly like the rest of Andrew’s house. Expensive. Elegant. And just intimidating enough to make Anita wonder whether she was supposed to know which fork belonged to which course. The long table gleamed beneath warm overhead lighting, surrounded by high-backed chairs that looked too pristine for ordinary people to sit in. Large windows overlooked the property, giving Anita another glimpse of the trees stretching into the distance. She was still taking everything in when Andrew stepped around her. Without saying a word, he pulled out her chair. Then, apparently deciding simple courtesy wasn't dramatic enough, he dipped his head in a small bow and swept one hand toward the seat. “Your chair, madam.” Anita stared at him. Then giggled. “Are you my date or my butler?” Andrew's mouth curved. “That depends. Are you planning to tip?” “Absolutely not.” “Then I suppose I'm your date.” Anita shook her head and sat. She reached for the edge of the table, pr

I feel like crying right now, since the storm our internet has been in and out. It has been out since sometime last week but was finally fixed today, overall lack of Internet made it impossible for me to upload any new updates, I couldn't even view my documents, no TV, no social media, couldn't even make phone calls out because I live in a rural area so it's impossible to use my mobile data and if I'm able to use it I can only use it for little little things. Even texting took forever to be sent, so my phone was just a hunk of plastic on my bedside table. so I plan on updating tomorrow and again thank you for having patience with me. Also one thing I can say for a fact is that I personally cannot go back to the stone ages where there was no internet, electricity, etc I can't do it I'm not built for that and I have accepted that I am not built to live in hardship like this, so again everybody who is still dealing with the aftermath of hurricane Helen, etc I feel for you because mother

“Relax.”Andrew’s voice cut cleanly through the storm inside Anita’s head.“Take a slow breath.”She obeyed.Or tried to.Breathing should have been simple.In.Out.Something she had done without thinking for thirty-three years.Yet nothing about this moment felt simple.Every nerve in Anita’s body seemed awake at once, leaving her caught somewhere between wanting to retreat and wanting to discover exactly how far this unfamiliar experience could carry her.Andrew watched her carefully.The teasing man from dinner was gone.This Andrew was quieter.Focused.Completely in control of himself even while Anita felt as though control had become something distant and abstract.“We don’t need to rush,” he said.Anita opened her eyes.He was studying her face.Not simply looking.Studying.Reading.She had spent years doing something similar with patients.A tightened jaw.A change in breathing.The subtle twitch of fingers.Tiny signs that revealed what words sometimes concealed.Apparently

Andrew began carefully undoing what remained of their earlier play, checking Anita as he worked. His attention had changed again. The commanding edge receded. Not completely. But enough. Anita noticed. “You have a lot of personalities.” Andrew glanced at her. “I could say the same about you.” “I have one personality.” “That is objectively false.” Anita gasped. “Rude.” “You've insulted me approximately twelve times since entering my house.” “Those were observations.” “Of course.” Anita smiled. The joking felt good. Normal. Grounding. Andrew continued checking her carefully. For once, Anita allowed someone else to fuss over her without immediately insisting she could handle everything herself. That might have been the strangest development of the entire evening. Eventually, Andrew sat beside her. Anita stared at the ceiling. “So.” “So?” “I learned something.” Andrew waited. Anita turned her head. “I don't think submission means