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“Oh, honey, I’ve been called so much worse, and they’re usually coming when they’re saying it.”
He guided Valerie up to the stage and stationed her in front of Tim.
Tim crossed his arms over his chest and eyed her from neck to feet as if he’d never seen her up close before.
Good actor.
But she was better. She could pretend she had no idea what that rope was for.
“All right, folks,” Clay said. “Since Val’s never played with Timmy…”
She suppressed a snort.
“Let’s count off the things for her that Timmy doesn’t like. Say it with me, now. Number one—”
“Telling him how to do his job,” they said.
“Yeah, that topping from the bottom stuff ain’t gonna fly with him. Number two—”
“Taking without asking.”
“That’s right, Timmy likes his personal space. Don’t touch him unless he tells you to. And number three—”
“Not stopping at your limit.”
“Say it one more time for the folks in the back.”
“Not stopping at your limit.”
“Good job, boys and girls. We’re all about the safe, sane, and consensual play here. Don’t do more than your body says is okay, no matter what the jackass holding the whip would tell you.”
“Whip her!” came a voice that sounded suspiciously like Leah’s.
Valerie closed her eyes and tried not to roll them again. She and her little sister were going to have to have a nice chat later on.
“And now, without further ado, let’s get started,” Clay said. “You gonna talk them through it, Tim?”
“No, but if you want to narrate from the sidelines, I won’t stop you.”
“I could do that.” Clay stepped off the platform. “The stage is all yours.”
Here we go.Valerie drew in a long, cleansing breath and let it out slowly. The last time she’d been a part of a demonstration had been the beginning of the end of her relationship with her first dom. He’d been on a power trip and wouldn’t take no for an answer, and she’d been too naïve to know that wasn’t okay.
Tim unfurled the long black rope and skimmed the end of it along her jaw. Leaning in, he whispered, “Give me a word or phrase just in case.”
“Good neighbor,” she said without thinking.
“Funny.” He turned her so her back was to the room and pushed her hair over her shoulder, pausing to fondle one curly end. “Where’s your bun tonight?”
“One of my hair elastics broke during the ride over.”
“Your hair being down suits you better, anyway.”
“I’m sure it suits you, too.”
“I like what I like. I don’t apologize for that.” He grasped her left wrist and pulled across the small of her back, and then the other. He whispered, “Have you been tied up before?”
“Not by anyone who knew what he was doing.”
