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I follow him into the kitchen, and side by side we make dinner. Conversation is light, and I’m thankful for the brief reprieve from the topic I’ll know we’ll be talking about later. “Did they put your furniture together yet?”

He hands me a bottle of water while the chicken cooks in the oven. He comes to lean against the counter next to me. “Hell yeah. It looks great. Here, let me show you photos.” Silas grabs his phone, swipes the screen, and hands it to me. I flip through the pictures and smile. It looks great; I knew it was an open concept when he took me there to see it, but now with all of the furniture, it’s amazing.

“It looks really great. The black furniture complements the gray undertones of the carpet and the walls.” He wears a proud smile.

“The computers get delivered next week, and then we’ll work on bringing the servers over. Once that’s all done, I’m going to have an office warming party. You’ll come?”

It warms me that he wants me to. “Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Good.” He cups my face and tenderly kisses my forehead. I don’t know why, but when he does that, I melt. I’ve never been the gooey type, but that’s the only way to describe how I feel right now. “How was your week? Did you read?” He raises his eyebrow.

My cheeks feel like they’re on fire. I nod, avoiding looking in his eyes.

Silas tips my face up so he can see my eyes. “Baby, I need words.”

“Sorry, I know that. Yes, I had a really good week, and I did read, and read, and read.” I give him a cheeky smile, one that I use on my brothers a lot.

He grabs me by the back of the neck, bringing me close. I feel my breasts begin to tingle. “Are you going to be my little brat?”

A tiny moan slips past my lips. My breathing speeds up and I reach out, grabbing his shirt. I lick my lips nervously.

“Fuck, Britain. You take my breath away.” The timer interrupts us and ruins the moment. While he pulls the chicken out of the oven, I grab the plates and set them on the counter. Once we have our plates full, we sit at the island and both dig in. Even though my stomach is turning, I force food down my throat.

Once we finish eating we quickly clean up, and then he leads me upstairs and out to my favorite spot at his place. He has me sit down on the little love seat. “Baby, I know you’re nervous—I can see it written all over your face, but I’m so proud of you because you’re here. Are you ready to go over the rules?”

“Yes.”

“When you address me when we play, you’ll address me as Sir. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He rubs a hand over my hair. “Good girl.” He grabs a pillow off the love seat and sets it on the ground. Silas holds his hand out to me. Once I’m standing, he moves me until I’m in front of the pillow. “I prefer my subs to either sit in my lap, or kneel at my feet. Get down on your knees and sit on your heels.” I do as he says, and my belly quivers. “Keep your eyes down, and rest your hands on your thighs.”

I do what he says and feel him sit down right next to where I’m kneeling. He says nothing. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be doing, so I do nothing, and wait for him to tell me.

His hand continues to stroke my hair as he drinks from his beer bottle. My pulse races, but I take slow, even breaths to get it to slow down. Finally he holds his hand out to me. “Come.” I take his hand and let him situate me so I’m sitting sideways on his lap. “You did beautifully.” His praise makes me smile. “When we get to the club tonight, you’ll have to fill out standard paperwork. It’s to protect them, and you. We’re not going to play tonight, but I’m going to take you to see different types of scenes. Okay?”

I catch myself before I begin to nod, and clear my throat before answering. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now, they do have a dress code of sorts. Some women will be completely nude, but that’s the Dom or Master’s choice. Some may be completely covered in leather. There could be girls in tiny skirts and tiny tops.”

My stomach turns at the thought of being in outfits like that, but I don’t say anything.

“I can tell you’re freaking out. I knew the clothes would be an issue…well, not really an issue, but I don’t want you uncomfortable. Come with me.” He stands me up and leads me inside to his bedroom. That’s when I see the pink-striped bags lying on his bed. I watch him pull out items wrapped in tissue paper and lay them down in front of me.

“You didn’t need to buy these for me.”

“I didn’t need to, but that’s my job.” He unfolds the paper and there are beautiful emerald green, red, and black boy-cut panties. The tops are matching and look like sports bras but sexier. “See, still sexy, but also keep the important stuff covered.”

He grabs a box out of the bottom of the bag and opens it. I peek inside and it looks like a leather dog collar. He grabs it out of the box. “This is a protection/training collar. This lets any of the other Doms or Masters know that you’re not available to scene with. It also will let others know that you’re learning.”

Sweat dots my brow as I look at everything, but mixed with the nerves I’m hit with a wave of arousal.

“Britain, you’re going to learn very quickly that you hold all of the power. Pick whichever one you want to wear.” He leans in close. “I’d love to see you in the green one.”

“What will I wear over it? I brought a romper that’s shorts instead of pants, and those wedges. Can I at least wear those there?”

“Of course, but just know that when we get there, they have a ladies locker room where you’ll be able to change out of your clothes. You’ll also be barefoot.” He holds up the leather. “May I?”

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