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Olivia’s mouth fell open, though she snapped it immediately shut again. She didn’t want Aiden to see. Besides, there was no way that was true.
Was there?
“Oh, shut up,” Aiden said, though he didn’t sound upset. “Are you two idiots going to introduce yourselves and your subs, or do I have to do all the work around here?”
The Dom she’d seen in the dungeon spoke first. “I’m Mason St. John. I’m one of the founders of Fairford Manor, along with Jonathan and Aiden.” He inclined his head to Aiden, who did the same in return. Then he gestured toward the petite redhead at his side. “And this is Tara. She’s—”
“Master Mason’s very most favorite client,” she finished for him, earning a scathing look from her Dom. Not seeming to notice, she giggled again. “This is my fifth time coming to the Manor, and Master Mason has chosen me every time.” She beamed up at Olivia, puffing out her already sizeable chest in pride.
“And yet,” Mason said softly, wrapping Tara’s long, straight hair around his fist, “being here with your friend has clearly made you forget your manners. Perhaps another visit to the dungeon with Master Rafe is in order.”
All the color drained from the girl’s face, and Olivia couldn’t blame her. From what she’d read online, Rafe was only for the hardest of hardcore subs. She had a feeling he’d been the one giving his poor sub twenty-five stripes with a rattan cane.
“I’m sorry, Master,” Tara said, all the excitement gone from her voice. “Please punish me yourself. Don’t give me tohim.”
Mason didn’t answer, nor did he immediately dole out a punishment. Though he did keep his fist in her hair, forcing her to arch her neck. He motioned for the other Dom to continue the introductions.
“Well, this is Tara’s friend, Liz. It’s her first time here, too. Guess she finally got sick of Tara having all the fun and decided to tag along. Lucky me.” He reached over and pinched Liz’s left nipple, making her moan. “And I’m Camden.”
As she’d suspected from his goofy grin: Camden Reid, the resident fuckboy. From what Olivia had read, the three things he loved most were fucking, spanking, and blow jobs, in that order. Real pain didn’t do much for him, and neither did tears. The partners had brought him in for the guests who wanted something lighter than what they wanted to dole out.
“So,” Camden said, “are you two getting in, or did you just stop by for a chat?”
His grin was infectious, and Olivia found herself returning it as she and Aiden climbed into the pool. The water was heated to a perfect temperature, and she sighed happily as she slipped into it up to her neck. The cabana-like chaises and assortment of big, leafy plants arranged around the water transformed the place into a spectacular oasis. It would’ve been a magical place to fool around with Aiden; the other occupants hadn’t exactly figured into her plans.
Not wanting to seem rude or standoffish, she turned to Liz and asked, “Are you new to the scene, too, or only new to the Manor?”
“The Manor,” she answered, her smile kind and encouraging. “Tara and I know each other from our dungeon in Atlanta. We both started playing there a few years ago, right after we graduated college. I was tired of her having all the bragging rights with the other subs, so I came along this time.”
“Master, may I speak to her?” Tara asked in a timid voice.
Giving her an approving look, Mason loosened his grip enough for her to straighten her neck. “You may.”
Excitement flashed through Tara’s green eyes again as she blurted, “You have to tell usallabout yourself. How did you hear about the Manor if you’re brand new? And have you really never done anything at all? Like,anything? God, I don’t know how you’ve survived so long!” She gasped, her bright eyes going round. “Not that I’m calling you old! I mean, you’re obviously older than me, but you’re notoldold. Please don’t be angry?” She couldn’t seem to decide whether to look at Olivia or her Dom.
Mason’s expression was one of utter resignation, which only made the whole thing even funnier. Unable to help herself, Olivia laughed. “I’m not angry at all. Please don’t worry.”
The younger woman’s shoulders slumped in relief. “Oh, thank God.”
“You’ll have to get used to Tara,” Liz said, grinning. “She gives the term ‘word vomit’ a whole new meaning.”
“If you think this is bad, you should hear me when I come,” Tara said gloomily.
They all laughed at that—even the reserved Mason—and Olivia finally relaxed into the conversation. “To answer your questions,” she said, “I heard about the Manor online. Yes, I really am brand new to all of this, but I’ve thought about it and desperately wanted it since I was seventeen.”
“You knew even before I did!” Tara sounded scandalized. “I found out when my college boyfriend spanked me. He was just being silly, but I basically jumped his bones three seconds later.” She laughed, the memory clearly bringing her pleasure. “How about you?”
Olivia found herself marveling at how open Tara was. As if there wasn’t a thing in the world that could embarrass her. It was infectious. “My best friend in high school found a kinky book in her mom’s nightstand. She read part of it out loud to me as a joke, thinking I’d find it hilarious like she did. I pretended I agreed with her, but I snuck back and read more of it on my own later.” Her clit was pulsing just thinking about that book. “Nothing had ever made me feel like that before.”
Cocking her head to one side, Liz asked, “Why haven’t you done anything about it before now?”
“Anxiety.” The other girls gave her sympathetic looks, and Olivia shrugged. “It’s kept me from trying a lot of new things in my life.” Like finding new friends, or moving until she discovered a place she actually loved, or even getting a job that fulfilled her instead of exasperating her.
Or giving relationships another shot.
The risk of making things worse instead of better had kept her exactly where she was.
“But I’m here now, and that’s what matters.”
