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“I’m good. I brought some ibuprofen with me, and I’ll take it if I need it.” I take her bottle from her and set it on the little table next to me.

She turns toward me on the love seat, and I do the same. “I know we’ve only kissed, but before we take this any further, there are things that you should know. I love regular old vanilla sex, but I’m also into kinky sex: BDSM. Do you know what that is?”

Britain nods. “I’ve read about it in books.” Her cheeks turn pink.

“I know this is so weird, but I want you to know the real me, and if this is something you wouldn’t be interested in at all, then we’d have more to talk about.”

“What d-do you l-like? Spanking? Whips?” She covers her face with her hands. “Ugh…why am I getting embarrassed?”

I pull her hands down. “Don’t get embarrassed. We’re just two adults having an important discussion. Now, before we get into what I like, I want you to know that I’m not hardcore. I don’t want a slave, or a twenty-four-hour sub. I’ve got friends that are more hardcore than me. I want someone who will play when I want to play, and I guess I don’t really know what else because everyone I’ve ever been with has been short term.”

Britain’s hair is in a long braid, but that doesn’t stop me from reaching out and twirling the ends around my fingers. “Now as far as what I like—I love restraints, some spanking, not whips, but I’ve been known to use a flogger a time or two. I’m more of a sensual Dom—I like to do things that heighten the sexual experience.”

I watch her closely, and in the firelight, her pupils dilate and her breathing speeds up. She nervously licks her lips. “I’ve always loved in my stories when the hero ties the heroine up and teases her until she can barely take it.”

Standing up, I hold my hand out to her. “Come with me; I want to show you something.”

She places her small delicate hand in mine, and I pull her up from the love seat. I don’t miss the fact that her palm is sweaty and trembling slightly.

I lead her back inside and bring her into my little space to play. Britain fidgets next to me as she looks at my St. Andrew’s Cross. I move until I’m standing behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. “Do you know what that is?”

Her head bobs up and down, and she walks to it, running her hand slowly over the smooth wood. She gently touches the leather pad that rests in the middle, and I watch her fiddle with the hooks. “Are you scared?”

“I don’t kn-know…maybe…Yes.”

I move until I stand right in front of her, and cup her face. “If the time comes, is that something you’d be into? Something you’d be willing to try?” This is the weirdest conversation I’ve had with someone I’m not sleeping with. That’s why I went with easy.

The girls from Heathens that I picked weren’t looking for anything more than a Dom to scene with them. For vanilla, I knew where to find the chicks that just wanted to fuck, but Britain isn’t the subs at Heathens and she’s not a girl you just fuck.

“Y-Yes. I’d certainly try,” is all she gets out before my lips are on her. I feel her grip my shirt in both hands as I tip her head to the side and deepen the kiss. Her broken nose keeps me from kissing her like I really want to.

Britain’s tongue tentatively touches my lips until I open my mouth to hers. Thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I moan as her flavor hits me. It’s a combination of her and beer, but I love it, and so does my dick.

All too soon, I end the kiss. I don’t want to, but I have to keep my wits about me, and she makes me feel like I could totally lose myself to the moment. “That makes me so happy. I’ve got a book I want you to read about being submissive, and one on the sensual aspect of it.”

“I’ve read romance novels that had BDSM in them. I know what’s involved.”

I cup her face and rest my forehead against hers. “I’m sure you have an idea, but fiction and reality are different. Read them, and then next weekend I’d like to take you to a club for BDSM. I want you to see what it’s really about. I’m not expecting you to participate at all, because there’s still stuff we’ll need to talk about if you want to share this with me.”

She bites her plump lower lip and then takes a deep breath. “You’re kind of scaring me.”

I wrap my arms around her. “Don’t be scared. I won’t expect anything, and no one will touch you as long as you’re with me.”

Britain doesn’t say anything for what feels like forever, and I feel like I’ve pushed her too far, too fast. Have I blown this already? She’s obviously very inexperienced, and I may be asking too much of her.

Her hands reach up and hesitantly touch my face. “What if I can’t do it? Will you not want to date me anymore?”

I tuck her hair behind her ear. “Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.” Lowering my face to look at her eye to eye, I whisper, “I really like you, Britain, and we’ll figure things out.”

I don’t miss the way her pulse throbs in her neck, or the way she nervously licks her lips. Am I taking on more than I can handle with her? Only time will tell.

Chapter Eleven

Britain

My mind wanders from the clipboard I’m holding while I take inventory. It’s been two days since my night with Silas. The e-books that he sent me have been very eye-opening, and I won’t lie—as scared as some of that stuff made me, it also makes me tingle all over. The idea behind the power exchange intrigues me.

I like that we don’t have to do anything that I don’t want to do. That’s probably what he wants to talk about. I’ve read about trusting your Dom with your emotions and well-being. About being comfortable with your body, and being comfortable in your own skin. Honesty is one word I’ve seen over and over again, from both the Dom and the sub.

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