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My mind is swimming with thoughts.

There are so many ways I want to express how much I enjoyed it. How grateful I am. How amazing it all felt. How much I’d like to do it again.

Desperate. I’m desperate to do it again.

“It was all…” I sigh. “Better than I could have imagined.”

Seth tips my head back so he can look into my eyes.

His thumb traces my lip. “Would you like to do that again some time?”

I nod, smiling. “Again and again and…”

Seth’s lips tip up into a boyish smile. Rare for him. “Then tonight, Bridget, was the first night of your training.”

His eyes fall to my neck and his fingers follow the thin, blue ribbon to the back of my neck, pulling at the clasp.

“Don’t!” I cry out and press the ribbon to my throat.

Seth’s brow furrows.

“Let me…let me leave it on. I feel safe with it. Is… is that ok?”

His brow softens, surprise shining on his face. “Are you sure? People will see.”

“Yes. It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to, but please. I’ll wear turtlenecks or… maybe it can be a fashion statement.” I lower my eyes.

Seth smiles at me like I am dear and small and worth being protected. “You have no idea how much I like that idea. How much it means to me that you want to wear my collar. Even if it is just a placeholder.”

I can’t restrain myself. I push myself upward and kiss him. We are out of scene, anyway. I am in need of training. I’m still wily. Need to be taught.

But this I must do.

After I kiss him, I draw back only an inch and whisper, “Thank you.”

Seth cups my cheek.

And in the place of the, “You’re welcome,” I expect to hear, are echoes of my own words.

“Thank you, Bridget.”

There’s no going back now.

We remain in bed together for as long as we dare. Sometimes, our mouths gravitate toward one another in soft, angelic kisses. So opposite what we just experienced together.

I am sore between my legs, otherwise I would invite him in again. They say the first time hurts, and while it did upon his initial entrance, all the pleasure made it so worth it. Still, though, I don’t want to bite off more than I can chew.

Besides, it’s not just sex.

It’s submission too. And I still have a long way to go before I’m good enough for him.

12

SETH

I walk down the street, bottle of wine in my grip, a hand shoved in my coat pocket.

I have never felt so tall as I have the past week.

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