Page 20 of Entice

“Of course you are.” He smiled. “You will be my guest, and it has not been conclusively established if you are a Dominant of submissive. Also, you are not in a committed D/s relationship, so lifestyle protocols don’t apply to you.” Jordan paused. “One thing to remember, however. If you wish to speak with a sub or slave, protocol and courtesy mandates you ask their Dom’s or Master’s permission.”

Crystal wrinkled her nose “I think I have a lot to learn.”

He wanted to gather her into his arms and kiss her, but they were in the office. “You don’t have to learn everything today, but I would like to get through the questionnaire.” He couldn’t get distracted from what he was supposed to be doing. He shifted, trying to ease the pulsing of his cock.

“I’d like to take this”—she patted the folder that held the questionnaire and rules—“back into my office and review it more.” There was a flash of hesitation in her eyes.

“Care to share why?”

“I would feel more comfortable. If I have any questions, I’ll ask you.”

Jordan looked at his watch. It was almost eleven. They’d been in the conference for three hours, and he should prep for his afternoon appointment. “All right. But we will need to discuss it before we leave tonight.”

“I can do that.” She sprang from her chair as if something had stung her. “Thanks.” Crystal bolted from the room, leaving Jordan shaking his head. He quickly cleaned up and made his way back to his office. Time to get to work and not think about Crystal at the club and at his mercy.

A familiar tightening reminded him this would be no easy task.

* * * *

Crystal was never so glad to escape to her office. One more minute with Jordan and she would have kissed him silly. The man had no clue how sexy he was. She could barely think when he touched her, even in a non-sexual way.

Maybe it wasn’t a bad thing, but not in the office. In the office, they needed to be professional. She laughed as she dropped to her chair and placed the folder on her desk. As if what they’d talked about was professional in the context of the case.

Her cell rang, and she fished it out of her bag. She wasn’t surprised to see it was Sierra. “Hey there.”

“I’ve been calling you for hours. Where have you been?”

“In the conference room with Jordan, discussing the club.”

“Ohhh.”

“Sierra, I’m doing this in a professional capacity. I need to understand what goes on.”

“Right. Have you forgotten our conversation from this morning?”

“Of course I haven’t, but…the questionnaire is intimidating.” It was more than that. Her upbringing around sex made it difficult for her to think logically at times. Her parents’ views on sex had been drummed into her. Sex was to only take place between a married couple. Crystal shivered. She had walked the straight and narrow while at home. Well, pretty much. But once she got out on her own, her eyes had been opened.

The few times she’d had sex in college, she’d approached it more as an experiment. With Jordan, it was different. He wasn’t an experiment; he was dynamite. He could rock her world if she let him.Slut.The word slipped into her mind, and she pushed it away. There was no sin closet here and never would be.

“Yes, it is. Did you go through it?”

“Not completely. I convinced Jordan to let me take it to my office to finish up. I don’t know how I didn’t spontaneously combust at some of those questions.” And there were those questions she had no clue what they meant.

Sierra laughed. “I have time right now. Do you want to go over it with me on the phone?”

Thank goodness for best friends. “Oh God, yes, that would be helpful.” The less she had to ask Jordan, the better off for her own self-preservation. Crystal sat forward and opened the folder. “I understand hard limits, but some of these questions are way out of my scope. Like canes, crops, floggers, hairbrush, paddles…”

“All impact play. Let me explain.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“Max has been teaching me, and after a couple times at the club, you’ll begin to understand. So these are all things that can be used on you.”

“Like hell.” A chill raced up her spine as she remembered the times her father had hit her with his belt.

“It’s not abuse. I kind of felt the same way, but think about the last book we read for the book club. Remember how the hero was flogging the heroine.”

Crystal closed her eyes. Damn, the scene had made her squirm, in a good way. “Flogging maybe, but canes, crops, or other things? I don’t think I can handle.”

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