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“Okay. Good. I bring up the kiss because I want you to understand this proposal isn’t some kind of back door for me to take advantage ofyou, sexually speaking.”
The devil on Hannah’s shoulder whispered, “Oh, come on. Take advantage.” She gave it a mental flick and the imagined demon vanished.
“That said,” Mason continued, “Both Master Anthony and I agree that you would benefit from a more direct training approach. I have volunteered to take on that task. I’m willing to work with you one-on-one during the remainder of your stay.”
He placed his hand on her arm, his touch sending a shiver down her spine as he locked his gaze on hers. “But only on the condition that we dispense with the BDSM-lite bullshit. If I take you on, you won’t get to pick and choose what you want to do, when you want to do it, or how far you want to take it.” He moved his hand up her arm and over her shoulder, brushing his fingers along her throat. His touch left a trail of heat in its wake.
Mason opened his hand so his thumb and forefinger spanned her jaw. As he gently pressed into the yielding flesh just below her jawline, Hannah forgot how to breathe. Something dark and hot deep in her belly flickered to life at his primal touch. Her heart fluttered like a trapped butterfly as they stared at one another.
Once again, Anthony cleared his throat with that polite, “Ahem.”
Mason’s hand fell away, and Hannah managed at last to fill her burning lungs.
“So, to summarize,” Anthony said, “if you agree, Master Mason will become your full-time trainer for the duration of your stay. He will conduct all your sessions, and administer any punishment deemed necessary. You will not have the option of refusing him, but by the same token, he will respect your limits.”
“My limits,” Hannah echoed faintly. What were her limits? She couldn’t think clearly. Was this really happening? Did she want it to? Or was it time to end this adventure and run back to the safety of the familiar?
Don’t let fear hold you back from your dreams, a voice whispered in her soul. This was an amazing chance, if she had the courage to seize it.But it was also terrifying.
“You will not have the option of refusing him.”
She understood now on a visceral level what Lucia had meant that first night they’d met. Having no safeword, no back door, would be so freeing. There would be no decisions to make, no internal justifications necessary. She wouldn’t have to constantly question her own motivations and desires. She could just…submit.
“Yes,” Anthony replied. “Your limits, which we can discuss and agree upon now. Our slave trainees are not afforded this option, nor do they want it. But, at least for now, since you are not seeking erotic enslavement, but only a deeper exploration of your submissive and masochistic potential, you will be permitted to set hard limits. Limits that Master Mason will not violate, not without first getting your consent and approval.”
Hard limits. Yes. Hannah knew all about those from her research. But what the hell were hers? She could barely think straight. What if she forgot something crucial? Wait. Was she actually considering this? And with Mason, of all people? Was she out of her mind?
“Hey,” Mason said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. “You look like a deer caught in the headlights. Relax. You’re among friends here.” He placed his hand lightly over hers. “I take my job as a responsible Dom and trainer very seriously. This isn’t some roundabout way to get into your pants, or to force you into something you don’t want to do. I hope you’ll give it a chance—give me a chance—to help you uncover the true submissive I believe is still furled inside you.”
Oh, shit. Now he was being poetic on top of melting her with his kiss and igniting her with that hand on her throat, not to mention that powerful orgasm he’d wrested from her before they’d even been properly introduced…
A part of her—the reckless part—was more than ready to say yes to the dress, and everything that went with it, limits be damned. Another part—the sane part—was still demanding to know if she’d lost her marbles.
She’d dipped her toe in the BDSM water these first few days at TheEnclave. She’d had fun splashing around in the shallow waters. But was she ready to dive headlong into the deep end? As astonishing as it might be, these two guys, these two trained Dominants, seemed to think so.
Follow your heart.
Did her counsel to Lia extend to herself? Did she have the courage to follow her heart, wherever it might take her? Did she trust Mason enough to take the leap with him?
“Yes,” she whispered, unable to look away from Mason’s powerful gaze. “I agree. I accept.”
“Excellent,” Anthony said, breaking the spell. “Now there is the matter of your hard limits.”
The laptop sat between them. Opening the lid, Anthony tapped a few keys. “Slave Jaime, our resident computer expert, has created this handy form for when we have training seminars with visitors from the BDSM community.”
He turned the laptop so the screen faced her. “As you go down the list, click once on the space bar to place an H in the box, indicating this is a hard limit. If you click twice, it will place a T there, indicating it’s a negative trigger. Just use the down arrow to skip the boxes that aren’t hard limits. If you click something by mistake, or just change your mind, click on the box again and it will remove the H or T. Take your time as you go down the list. Be honest with yourself. Don’t automatically click on something because it looks scary or taboo. Everything on this list is safe, if challenging. Master Mason will press your boundaries—that’s a given. But he will never put you in harm’s way.”
Hannah glanced at Mason, who nodded gravely. Her gut swooping with a combination of nerves and excitement, she focused on the screen. The alphabetical list was comprehensive, running the gamut from anal sex to whipping.
“I understand the concept of triggers,” she said as she did the initial scan. “But I don’t really know what my triggers are, if any. The sum total of my actual hands-on BDSM experience has been here at The Enclave.”
“I wouldn’t worry too much about that right now,” Mason said. “I’llbe paying close attention, and we’ll be communicating every step of the way. If something doesn’t feel right, we’ll both know it.”
Hannah nodded, satisfied with this response. Returning her focus to the list, she immediately checked the box next toanal sex, and scrolled down to clickvaginal intercourseandoral sexwhile she was at it. A kiss was one thing, but no way was she ready for more.
She addedasphyxiation, blood play, knife play, branding, electric play, face slapping, fisting, golden showers, mummification, needle play,scatandspittingto her hard limit list.
She was deciding what else to add to the list when Mason spoke. “Try to keep an open mind as you go down that list,” he said. “Like Master Anthony counseled, don’t be too quick to eliminate something just because it might look scary. It takes courage to submit, Hannah. I believe you possess that courage.”
