Page 24 of Sara’s Dom (The Doms of Madison County)

“Whoa. Wait, Sweetheart. I won’t ever do anything you’re truly against. I’m not saying I won’t push you at times, but I’ll never humiliate or upset you on purpose.”

She relaxed and nodded. “Thank you. Now, about the outfit…”

“It stays on. You’re actually covered more than most of the women there. You’ll see.”

He cupped her face in his hands. “Trust me, Sweetheart. No harm will come to you when you’re with me.”

She sighed and nodded. “Okay.”

He bent and picked up what looked like a necklace.

“This is your collar. It will tell all the Doms that you’re mine and not to touch.”

She stared at herself in the mirror and reached up to touch the dark-blue stones that encircled her throat. “How do they know I’m yours?”

He lifted his hand and showed her the ring he was wearing with the same dark-blue stone.

“Let me brush my hair, and then we’ll go.” She sat back down at her vanity and ran a brush through her dark locks. They cascaded down her back, stopping at her waist. There was a little natural wave to it, so she didn’t have to curl it all the time.

“I could watch you do that for hours.”

“Why?” she asked.

He grinned. “Because it’s such a feminine thing to do, and it’s sexy as hell. I’m going to want to brush your hair, too. My fingers are itching to burrow in your hair. I love the soft feel of it, and the scent drives me wild.”

“I’m glad.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, I bet that makes you happy.”

She snickered. “Yeah, kind of.”

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She stood and nodded. She was as ready as she would ever be.

Chapter Twelve

Grant squeezed Sara’s hand when they walked through the door of the club. He knew she was nervous, but he also knew she trusted him enough not to be afraid.

He had gone over a few rules on the way there, and he could see she was already breaking one of them by staring at everyone. He knew if it had been his first time, he’d be doing the same thing, but he cleared his throat. She glanced up at him.

“Eyes down, Little Sub.”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

He placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Good girl.”

“Hello, Tracy. I’ve talked to the men, and they know about me bringing Sara.”

“Is she your new sub?” Tracy asked.

His brows snapped together as his eyes narrowed. “Are you asking me a question, Sub?”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry, Sir. I was just curious,” Tracy stuttered.

He tugged on Sara’s hand. “Come on, Sweetheart. We need to put your sandals and purse in my locker.”

“Why didn’t you introduce us?” Sara asked right before they opened the door to the main club.

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