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As they walked down the hall toward the lobby, he asked the first question that came to mind, hoping it would lead to a conversation.

“So, Miss Dolly, have you been in the lifestyle long?”

The hand in his tensed, which roused his curiosity a bit more.

“Um, no. I’m brand new to it. I visited a BDSM club back home, but after my third visit… they, um, asked me not to come back.”

He had never heard of a club kicking out a member unless there was a serious breach of rules or other problem. Dolly did not seem the type to either blatantly break the rules or cause trouble between other members. Curious, he asked the next obvious question.

“What did you do to make them not want a lovely submissive like you as a member of their club?”

CHAPTER 5

Though she did not want to answer the question that she knew any dominant worth his black leather boots would ask when given such information, she took a breath. She had no idea how to make light of her clumsiness, so she just laid it out for him.

“The club owners were afraid my getting hurt every time I visited was beginning to cause issues with the other members. Especially when they had to call for an ambulance because I broke my ankle during my last visit.”

When he did not respond, she admitted softly, “I’m a clumsy klutz who can and has tripped over a blade of grass and cut myself on a piece of paper so badly I needed stitches.”

She froze when he barked, “No!”

“Excuse me?”

His expression was fierce when she glanced up at him. For a moment Dolly wondered if she should run far and fast. Was Quincy Nelson really the man she should spend time with?

“You will not speak about yourself in such derogatory terms. Not anymore. That kind of talk just perpetuates you having accidents. No more talk like that, understand?”

She had to lick her lips and swallow before she could whisper, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

His simple words of praise sent a warmth flooding through her that she had never felt before. She wondered if he would consider her too forward if she dragged him to the Dungeon and begged him to tie her up and teach her all about BDSM.

The only problem with that idea was that though she knew the Dungeon was on the lower level, she had no idea how to get down there. Or if they would let her in since she had checked in less than an hour before. Was there not some sort of orientation or BDSM for Beginners class she needed to attend before they let her loose with all the equipment?

“Do you want to explore inside or outside first?” Quincy asked as they entered the lobby.

Her stomach clenched, reminding her that she had skipped breakfast because her nerves had been too jangly to consider eating. Now that she was settled, her stomach wanted food.

Looking around the lobby, she saw two restaurants, but neither looked to be open. Turning, she spied a café near the front doors. Before she could come up with a reason to leave Quincy and get some food, her stomach gave a long, loud rumbling grumble.

“Oh, my. Excuse me,” she said, covering her belly with her free hand.

Quincy looked down at her with a concerned expression. “Did you eat breakfast this morning?”

“I was too nervous,” she admitted softly as she slowly moved her head side to side.

“Naughty subbie,” he admonished gently as he changed directions to head to the café. “You need to eat regularly so you don’t pass out or have an accident from being too weak.”

He did not speak again until after they had placed their orders, hers for hot chocolate and a blueberry muffin and his just for coffee. When she tried to pay, he pulled her hand holding her key card away from the scanner and replaced it with his own.

She looked at him and he gave her a wink. “I’m a traditionalist. When I’m out with a woman, I pay.”

Another shiver raced through her at the deep darkness his voice held as well as the heated attraction she saw in his green eyes.

“Thank you,” she forced herself to say instead of arguing.

She would have to find a way to repay his kindness without offending him. But that was for later. For now, she would enjoy her late breakfast and his company.

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