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I shrug. “We just talked about what happened when I was a kid, and then what happened between us. She wants to see me in a couple of weeks.”

“That’s good. Do you think that’ll help?”

“I think so. She thought that you and I talking about it brought it to the front of my mind, you’re the first intimate relationship I’ve had. I didn’t know what to expect.” I shrug because I’m tired of talking about it. He’s going to freak and run.

“Britain, I told you we’d go slow, and I meant it. I’m glad you’re talking to someone, because it’d kill me if I knew you were hiding your thoughts and feelings from me. As your Dom and as your boyfriend, it’s my job to make sure you’re okay, and cared for. I know you’re new to all of this, but I want to be there for you, through all of it.” He’s sincere—that’s easy to see.

We finish our dinner and clean up the kitchen. Silas has me go sit on the couch and wait for him. I watch as he walks over to his desk and grabs a notebook off the top of it. “Now since I’m more of a sensual Dom, I’m more into the feeling good. I like a little pain, but it wouldn’t be anything you couldn’t handle. I also like restraints: Velcro straps and handcuffs.”

My pulse races as images flash through my mind of myself tied to Silas’s bed. An ache forms between my legs, and I squeeze them together to ease it.

Silas’s grin turns wolfish. “My girl likes the idea of being tied up.”

I chew on my lip and nod. “Yes.” Is that my voice? It’s all breathy and sexy.

He sits down on the love seat right next to me. “I showed you the flogger, and then I might use my hand or the belt…do you agree with that?”

“What if I don’t like them? I mean, I do want to try, but what if I can’t do it? I don’t want to disappoint you.”

He grabs me and pulls me onto his lap. “You’re here, you’re going to try, and that’s all I could ask for. I told you, I may be the Dom, but you hold the power. If you like everything we do and want to explore more, we’ll talk about it. This week, I want you to get used to my touch, and I want you to use your safe word if you need it. For now if you say red, we stop and talk about why you wanted to. Yellow is for when you need me to back off a little bit.”

“Red is stop and yellow is slow down, got it.”

He sets his notepad down and wraps his arms around my waist. “Good. Now when we play, you’ll refer to me as Sir. When I tell you to get in position, I want you to get on your knees like you did at the club. Can you do that for me right now?

I slip off of his lap and sit on my heels by his feet. “Cross your ankles for me.” I do as he says. “Is it uncomfortable?”

“No, Sir. It’s not.”

He stands up and my pulse races. “Rest your hands on your thighs, your back straight, and your head down.”

My hands tremble as I place them on my thighs. I keep my back straight and my head down. His hand strokes softly over my hair.

“You look beautiful,” Silas says quietly. “I can tell how eager you are to please me.” His voice seems deeper, more sexually charged. I bet if I looked into his eyes they’d be darker. He gets down in front of me. Silas grabs me by my chin and tips my head up to look at him. “Am I right? Are you eager to please me?”

My lips immediately feel dry, and I lick them nervously before sighing. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Thank you.” He reaches out and fingers the leather collar around my neck. “I love that you’re still wearing this.”

Silas stands up and then asks me to do the same, holding his hand out for me to take. We walk hand in hand to the stairs.

“I want you to go upstairs and put on one of the little outfits I bought for you, and once you’re dressed, I want you to come to the top of the stairs and get into position.”

I walk up the stairs on shaky legs, grab the red bra and panty set, and take them into the bathroom. After changing, I stand in front of the mirror, examining myself. I look kind of hot right now, if I do say so myself. I’m pretty lean, athletic-looking, and petite in stature. I cup my breasts, wishing they were just a little bit bigger than the small B-cup that they are.

I take my hair down and shake it out before putting it back into a knot on top of my head. “You can do this. You want to do this,” I whisper as I open the bathroom door and make my way toward the stairs.

I don’t see him right away, but I still get down on my knees and wait.

Chapter Fifteen

Silas

I wear a path in the hardwood floors as I pace back and forth, waiting for Britain. I’m so keyed up right now my body vibrates with the need to dominate her. I remind myself over and over that I must take my time with her. The bathroom door opens and I hear footsteps and then silence.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly make my way toward the stairs. When I reach the bottom, I see the most beautiful sight in front of me. Britain is in the red outfit, her hair up on her head, and she’s in the submissive pose. I take the steps slowly, letting the anticipation build.

Once I reach the top, I squat down next to her. “You are a fucking vision right now.”

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