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He smiled, respecting that she put some thought behind her choices. “I suspected you could, doll.” Flipping the page, he pointed to the paper. “Here, we list your hard and soft limits. Hard limits are things that go against your moral code, something you would never do under any circumstances. Soft limits are things you don’t want to do right now but you may consider doing in the future and after a conversation with your Dom. For now, leave the limits blank, but beneath those you’ll see a list of ‘consent to and restrained with’ items, such as the use of a vibrator or dildo; bondage with rope, tape, or leather; and voyeurism or having others watch you in a scene.”
Her shudder and sharp inhale indicated to him without words that she’d enjoy all of those suggestions. “You can always change these before we firm up your limits, but I imagine you already have an idea of what you’re comfortable with. If you don’t know what something is, leave it blank, and I can show you in the dungeon.”
He handed her the clipboard and pen, and she lowered her head to examine the document as he went on. “Read it thoroughly; fill out all your information, including address and medical history; and sign and date at the bottom.”
“Okay.” With her finger paving the way, she read each word as if her life depended on it. Dmitri smiled. An attentive woman. He liked that.
After a while, he glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it had been twenty minutes. Never in the dungeon’s history had anyone ever taken so much time not only to read the form but to fill out the information.
Once she signed and dated the agreement, she handed him the clipboard with crimson cheeks. “Rules seem fair. I’m okay with—” She waved her hand over the agreement. “All of that.”
Taking the waiver from her, he glanced over it, noticing that with bondage, toys, and play in front of a crowd she had no hesitations. As he flipped back to the front page, he couldn’t hide his smile.
She tensed, though the quick learner stared blankly at him when he suspected by the heat in her eyes that she wanted to glare. He restrained his bubbling laughter, knowing she was sensitive about that, but smiling at her was nonnegotiable.
“You know—” He cocked his head. “When I asked you to write down your medical history, I didn’t mean for you to tell me every cold you’ve had for the past five years.”
“I don’t get sick often.” She looked to his chest before she snapped her attention to his face. “When I do, it’s always really bad, so it’s kind of hard to forget.”
Her dedication and accuracy weren’t things he disapproved of, but her properness was a bit too strong for his liking. “Seems as if you’re in good health now. You haven’t had any serious illnesses or hospital trips?”
“Yep, all healthy.”
“All right, wait here, doll.” Returning to the desk, he placed the waiver in her folder, then he returned to her. “The dungeon is open Friday and Saturday nights. I expect you here both nights unless you let me know beforehand that you have other plans.” He waited for her nod, then he continued, “However, tonight you won’t play.” At the disappointment in her eyes and the slump of her shoulders, he added, “I want you to watch, to discover what you enjoy and don’t enjoy.”
She nibbled her lip. “May I ask why?”
He stroked her cheek, and her eyes fluttered and lips parted, encouraging him with how intensely she reacted under his touch. “There’s no reason to rush into this. You need to discover your limits. If not, I’d be leading you blind into a scene, and that would be wrong of me.”
“Oh, okay.” After nibbling that lip a bit more, she released it, licking her top lip.
His full attention remained on her pouty mouth before he examined the growing color in her cheeks and the raspiness of her breath. “Tonight you can have some time alone to explore the dungeon before we talk things over.”
A quiet squeak spilled from her lips, drawing his focus to her wide eyes, which were rich with lust and nervousness. Not needing her to answer him, and ready to show her that his word was one thing she could always trust, he slid his hand across her warm cheek. “Now, then, I do believe you are due to be rewarded for being a brave little submissive, hmm?” He cupped her nape and swiped his nose against her cheek, sensing her trembling. “Were you nervous coming here tonight?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“You fought against that, though, and your bravery pleases me, Presley.” Another good lesson for her; he would reward her when she pushed herself beyond what she thought she would—or could—do.
He leaned away, and dark, shameless eyes stared at him. Her lips parted in a silent request. He wouldn’t deny her. Tucking his thumb under her chin, he angled her head and sealed his mouth over hers.
The woman he expected to kiss in an uneducated way proved him wrong. Each slide of her tongue, the feel of her soft lips beneath his, and the little moans she made, enticed him to deepen the kiss. His hard cock became steel, and he fought the urge to grind against her.
Giving her a passionate kiss, he did so not only because she deserved it but also because he couldn’t hold back. Her acceptance of his tongue as she mirrored his movements with her gentle caresses could have been his undoing. Now, however, wasn’t the time to indulge himself; this was simply a taste to make certain she’d desire more. No matter that he found himself equally enamored. After a final flick of her wet, soft tongue, he broke off the kiss, enjoying her wiggle against his cock. Her eyelids were hooded, her parted mouth had yet to close, and her breath sounded delectably harsh.
Feeling the heavy weight in his groin and watching the beauty begging for more with her heated gaze, he brushed his thumb across her damp, pouty lip. “This agreement between us, Presley, will work out just fine.”
Chapter Six
This ain’t the Cowboy’s Saloon.
The country bar in Apple Valley at times had a wet T-shirt contest, causing Presley to blush like a fool, but this place: Oh. My. God!
Master Dmitri had introduced her to the other four DMs, so she knew who they were if she needed anything. He instructed her to have a look around while he made his rounds of the dungeon.
Ten minutes had passed, and she hadn’t moved from the spot where he’d left her.
The moment she stepped through the dungeon doors, her mouth had dried, her muscles had become rigid, and her skin had tingled. Although she wasn’t convinced that her body had recovered from Dmitri’s kiss.
