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Those two words were music to my ears, and my libido. “Good. Now drink up and then get dressed. We’ll see you downstairs for lunch and discussions.”

I left the room before the temptation of kissing her grew too strong. It wasn’t the kiss that would be the problem but what would follow. A man’s self-control was only so good. My last comment would leave her something to think on. Hopefully, she wouldn’t stall. It was time to start as we meant to continue and I couldn’t wait.

Chapter Fifteen

Colin

Lunch was a quiet affair. We were all caught up in our thoughts, though Zara was squirming like there were tacks under her bum, and I wasn’t sure if it was because she was scared or turned on. I’d never been someone who enjoyed the punishment side of BDSM, but after our time in Iraq, I couldn’t bring myself to do more than give a girl’s arse a smack. I knew why they were necessary, but if it wasn’t for Linc being willing to handle that side of things, they couldn’t have been part of my life.

With Zara’s complete disrespect of our safety boundaries, something had to be done in order to make sure it never happened again. It would clean the slate for all of us and let us move forward. This was the junction in which we took the leap together, or Zara would back away for good.

I wasn’t so sure which option was more terrifying. My feelings for her were real, as was my desire, but I couldn’t live under the constant worry that she would put herself in danger. She was new to BDSM, so the idea of punishments might be toomuch for her. I hoped we could make her accept that though there would be boundaries, expectations, and punishments when required, there would also be love, support and even rewards.

When we’d all pushed our plates away, Zara sat back in her chair looking uncertain. There was no more stalling, but I had no idea where to start. Luckily, Linc cleared his throat and leaned forward.

“BDSM is different for all couples. It can mean everything from some light bondage and spanking to spice up sex, to something full time, or total power exchange like our friend Erik has with his slave Raia. Colin and I have always kept our control confined to scenes in the club, but with you we want something more.”

“More?” Zara twisted her hands in her lap.

I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable but wasn’t sure there was an easy way to discuss these things when one of the people was so new to the lifestyle. “How much do you know about BDSM, Zara? When you saw Midgard, what did you think?”

Zara smiled and blushed. “I’ve read some stories and heard some things, but it wasn’t something I’d really thought about in terms of reality. I have no interest in being someone's slave, but I’ll admit to being intrigued by the kinky parts of it. Many of the things I saw in the club looked interesting, especially the bondage equipment.”

My cock throbbed at the images her words inspired. Having her restrained and pleasuring her was something I couldn’t wait to do. Unfortunately, that wasn’t what we needed to discuss.

“It’s more than fucking,” Linc smiled, “Although most people who play at the club end their scenes with sex. As a lifestyle, BDSM is more than that. It’s control, dominance and submission. Some people, Colin and myself included, go to the clubs to learn about ourselves and what makes us tick. Yes, welearned how to give physical pleasure, but it is the mental aspect that really helps us become comfortable with who we are.”

“Mental? Like mind games?” Zara looked puzzled.

Mind games were something I really enjoyed, but I didn’t want her to think that was all there was, so I said, “Sometimes, but more the ability to let go. For a sub, that is handing over control to someone they trust to keep them safe. They get to forget their problems and just exist. For a Dominant, they focus completely on the sub and let go of the bigger problems of the world to bring happiness and pleasure to a person.”

“That makes sense.”

Lincoln smiled. “In scenes, I’m into focus and pushing boundaries both mental and physical. I often use ropes and bondage to force my sub to only feel and do only what I allow. There is something about seeing a woman hanging like ripened fruit for the taking that takes me to another place. Pain and pleasure can shatter what they thought was possible, and I get to choose how to do that.”

“Sensation play is my personal favorite,” I cut in. “Driving a woman close to the edge of orgasm over and over until she leaps off the cliff and shatters under my touch. But it’s not just the act itself, it is the control. Something I share with Linc and value, is cherishing that powerful feeling when you give over your submission and trust us to take you places you couldn’t go alone.”

Linc nodded. “At our hearts, we are leaders and Dominants. To be in a relationship with us requires you to agree to submit. We don’t need to control the little things day to day, but we do need to know that you will allow us to keep you safe. Not just in the bedroom. You have to trust us with your safety from the world and those in it who may wish to harm you. Yes, we want rules in the bedroom, but those are negotiable. What isn’t negotiable is rules pertaining to your health and safety. Beforeyour inner woman roars, we mean things like not driving drunk, wearing your seatbelt, and specific to our current situation, not sneaking out and risking yourself in the middle of the night by wandering in unfamiliar woods when there are people actively out to harm you.”

Zara nibbled on her lip. “I’m willing to try things in the bedroom, but giving up control outside of that makes me uncomfortable.”

“You will always have the ultimate control.” Lincoln clarified. “Safe words always stop or slow things down. We use the traffic light system. Red stops everything, yellow to slow things down and green means you are good to go.”

“So I say red and everything stops?”

“Yes,” I answered. “No matter what we are doing.”

“That makes me feel better, but I still don’t understand why you want rules for every day. I know you say it is just for safety, but I’ve been the only one who ever looked out for me. It seems like too much to put on someone else. You all have been wonderful keeping me safe so far, but why would you want to do that long term?”

Hope flared inside me. No matter how many plans we’d made for how the day would go, they all hinged on her being willing. Optimism was all well and good, but until she agreed, there was nothing we could do to move forward. Holding back wasn’t an option if I wanted her to agree.

“We are in love with you.” I tried not to sound desperate but wasn’t sure I succeeded. “We want to give you all the things you never had and more. If we didn’t, punishing you for breaking the rules wouldn’t matter.”

Zara’s eyes went wide. “You love me? Both of you? And that means you want to punish me, control me?”

“Yes, Zara. I love you too.” Linc chuckled. “And yes that means I love you enough to want to punish you. It’s notjust about cause and consequence, it’s about caring enough to want to make sure you don’t put yourself in danger again. It is also about wiping the slate clean. You knew the rules and broke them. A punishment means that the situation has been addressed and we can move on.”

“But you barely know me. What if you find me lacking and want someone more experienced? What if we can’t find a way to deal with Mihal?”

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