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Nomi fought the urge to lower her gaze.He wasaDom, notherDom, and this wasn’t a scene.But the fact that he could make her inner submissive sit up and take notice from across the room had her wondering exactly how intense he’d be up close and personal.

Nomi turned her attention back to the overseers.She swore she could still feel Mystery Dom’s gaze on her, but she was not going to check if she was right.

Master Mikel looked around, his attention skating over her as he said, “When you joined us you completed a sex, kink, and fetish checklist.Some of you have updated it as your tastes evolved, others have only the one on file.”

Mistress Faith looked and sounded disappointed as she said, “Of all the hundreds of delicious sexual things on that list, many of you have only tried a few.We will no longer allow that.”

Nomi narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out where they were going with this and what it had to do with the craft project alphabet board.

“Each of you has been assigned to a letter, and with it every kink and fetish in that part of the alphabet.”

An unexpected spike of lust lanced through Nomi.

“We’ve also become complacent in our playmates.Those of you who indicate that you are willing to share or be shared may be partnered with someone new.”

It took a minute for that to penetrate.They were assigning every Dom a letter of the alphabet…and every sub was being assigned to a Dom.

The lust of a moment ago shriveled up, replaced by panic.She scanned the Doms, her heart in her throat.

One of these people would be her assigned partner.They wouldn’t pick her, wouldn’t want her, they’d beforcedto partner with her.

It was Nomi’s worst nightmare.

Internally she recognized the hyperbole of that statement, but she was too freaked out for that thought to calm her down.

“Masters!Come pick up your envelopes.Each of you will receive your letter, the name or names of your assigned partners, the list of associated activities, kinks, and tools, and your partner’s checklist.Those of you who have reserved space in the mansion for this weekend are expected to begin your checklist activities tonight.The rest of you should make plans tonight and make reservations.”

Oh god, this was happening right now.

The overseers dismissed the subs and Nomi scrambled to her feet, the motion difficult thanks to her corset.Normally she would have been conscious of how she got up, not wanting to look inelegant, but right now her desire to be not-here overruled potential embarrassment.

She was one of the first subs out the door.

The night air was crisp as she speed-walked the path that led from the Conclave back to the sprawling collection of buildings that made up the main section of Las Palmas.Each California mission-style building had an open-air courtyard in the center, with wide, covered halls that ringed the center.Themed and well-appointed playrooms and public spaces opened off the covered halls.

The various buildings were linked by short paths, and to get back to the Subs’ Garden—the submissives-only space that served as both changing room and retreat—she skirted through several of the courtyards.With each closed door she passed, with each stage, St.Andrews cross, frame, and pile of floor pillows she passed, Nomi’s anxiety amped up.

Unlike the other buildings, the Subs’ Garden didn’t completely surround its courtyard.Instead, it was a U-shaped building, with the open top of the U closed off by a tall privacy fence with an elegant gate in the center.Nomi shoved through the gate, practically running now.

“Hey, are you okay?”

She heard the question but didn’t turn around to face the speaker as she replied.“I’m not doing this.”

“It’s a little shocking, but they said the Doms have to abide by our checklists.They can’t force us to do something if we marked it as a hard limit.”

“Yep.Great.”Nomi’s fingers were shaking as she opened her elegant wood locker.She reached for her purse, prepared to just walk out, then looked down at her chest, her heavy breasts rising like proofed dough above the leather.She couldn’t drive like this.

“Can you help me out of this?”Finally, she turned to the speaker.Josslyn was a poised, elegant brunette Nomi knew in passing.She had skin the gold-brown of a California tan, but hers was clearly genetic rather than sun-induced.

Josslyn raised a brow, but started forward.Nomi turned back to the locker, holding on to the door as Josslyn started loosening the laces at her back.

“Are you leaving?”the other woman asked softly.

“Yes.”

“You’re resigning your membership?”

Nomi opened her mouth but paused.That was what they’d said.It was either play the game or leave.

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