Satisfied

“Be quiet and observe. If you find you can’t manage anything, face me

and we’ll leave quietly. And, Lois? If you ever give your Dom a look like

you gave me, especially in front of another Dom, your ass would get

paddled red. And maybe not in private.”

Holy crap. Respect. No bratty behavior. Lots to remember. Surely getting

aroused at the very thought was twisted. The fictitious Dom she imagined

paddling her ass closely resembled Master Trevor. She might be getting

ahead of herself, but she felt considerably attracted to him. Probably the

ambience. She nodded her understanding, and Graham straightened. She

really wasn’t sure about this scene thing. She understood, intellectually,

about erotic pain releasing a mixture of endorphins and enhancing

pleasure. She reacted sexually to the idea of being restrained and at the

sensual mercy of a trusted man. Or two. Yessir, two. Lois Wright obviously

was making up for lost time.

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