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now. Pick somewhere else.
I want to be where you feel like you have the right to Dominate. Where you won t
feel like you have to hold back. If you won t take me to your dungeon, will you take me
to your club? I ve never seen anything like that before, not in person.
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Choosing his words carefully, he said, Honey, my right to Dominate has nothing
to do with location. If you think a submissive who d given me authority over her would
be safer in a grocery store than a bedroom, you re wrong.
Will you please stop talking about me as if I m a hypothetical? Distress weighed
on her voice. I m giving you control. Whether you choose to take it or not, it s real. Not
an if .
We ll go to Bondage, he said tightly. But if you re looking for a scene with me,
that s not where it will happen. I work at Bondage. I don t conduct personal affairs
there.
The prospect of granting her access to his territory left Sam with a bad feeling in his
gut. The club was no place for her but if he took her home, he wouldn t have the safety
net of witnesses to keep his instincts in check.
She fidgeted for a minute before saying, Thank you, Sir.
Melanie. He infused the word with all the warning he could muster.
She was quiet so long he started to relax, but when she spoke again, one of his few
remaining threads of willpower snapped.
You re my Sir. I can t help it. I ve tried to replace you with somebody else. I was
trying tonight, but you stopped me.
Possessiveness surged in his chest. He kept his focus on the road. If he looked at
her, he d have to pull the car over. Winston isn t for you.
No, he isn t. But if you re not either, then I don t know what else to do.
Since he didn t know what to do either, they made a perfectly matched pair.
* * * * *
At Bondage, Sam parked at the rear of the club. Floodlights illuminated the lot and
the vehicles that filled every space. Someone had generously scattered rock salt across
the ground, but some spots still bore shiny coats of ice. In the time it took Melanie to
unfasten her seatbelt and retrieve her clutch purse from the backseat, Sam exited the car
and walked around to open her door.
Careful, he said, taking her hand when she reached for the top of the door frame
for balance.
Touching him supercharged her nervous system. Heart racing, a little lightheaded
from his unexpected reaction, she stood unsteadily on her heeled ankle boots. Sam
didn t help matters by taking her other hand to warm in his grasp.
You need gloves, he said. Do you have a pair in the car?
She shook her head. I can t get a good grip on the wheel when I m wearing
gloves.
The right kind of gloves will solve that problem. For now, inside before you freeze.
Watch the ice. He stepped back and drew her forward, reaching around her to close
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the passenger door. Melanie closed her eyes, just for a minute pretending she had a
right to his heat and scent.
It was a really great minute, stretching on so long Melanie started to shiver. She
opened her eyes to find Sam studying her intently.
Still holding both her hands against his chest, he asked, What draws you to D/s?
The kink?
Part of her started searching for the answer he would want to hear. Another part of
her realized she didn t know him well enough to guess at what that might be. Stuck
with truth, she cautiously asked, Is it weird and daddy s-girl of me to want somebody
to be in charge? To say no, that s a bad idea when I come up with a bad idea, before I
act on it?
It s not unusual, he said, nothing in his tone to give away what he actually
thought of her response. Many people find the kink is just a gateway to something
else.
Well, the kink isn t exactly a turn-off. Will you& I d like to learn more about
yours.
Head and heart first, body second, he said. When did your parents divorce?
Melanie shrugged. Officially, not that long ago. Three years. Unofficially, they ve
been separated for ages. She bit her lip and added, I don t have daddy issues. I have
personal-faith issues.
Sam raised an eyebrow. Clarify.
I m never sure whether I m making a good decision or a bad one. I second-guess. I
second-guessed a lot with you, and I got bad advice, which made things worse, but the
problem isn t that I got bad advice, it s that I didn t recognize it as bad advice. Or I did,
but I acted on it anyway. She averted her eyes. I m sorry for that. For pushing you
and disrespecting your right to say no and mean it.
It s important to acknowledge and accept no . He released her hands, but
grasped her chin and tilted her head until they were eye to eye. Don t submit to
anybody you don t trust to accept your no . Do you understand?
She did understand from what she d read and absorbed, BDSM participants were
fanatics for consent. Even though she couldn t imagine a scenario in which she d refuse
something Sam wanted from her, and she had a hard time envisioning herself
submitting to anybody else, she said, Yes Sir.
He nodded and ran his thumb across her bottom lip before releasing her. Come on.
I ve frozen you long enough.
She was cold, and her thighs were going to burn like crazy when they entered the
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