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nodded.
    He tapped her chin with his finger. “The correct response is, yes, Sir.”
    Her gaze returned to his. “Excuse me?” She’d forgotten that Doms were accorded such lordly titles. She grimaced. It’d been one thing to address the queen as Mistress, but she’d never yes sirred a man in her life. The words stuck in her throat.
    “I am your Dom, and you are my sub. You will answer yes, Sir, or yes, Master.”
    Or leave.
    He didn’t say it, but it was in his eyes and in the firm set to those full, sexy lips. She’d read about Doms and subs on-line, but it hadn’t occurred to her that it was going to be real. She’d assumed the event was just an excuse for a bunch of people to gather and play make believe in order to engage in wild sex. Besides, she wasn’t a real sub. One glance at the man so casually fondling her breast said he considered himself the real deal.
    So how badly did she want to make love with Damon? Enough to overcome her aversion to being a good, meek, obedient little girl? She chewed the inside of her cheeks. Yeah. Master was out, though. That left her with the equally distasteful, Sir.
    “Fine. Yes, Sir . I understand.”
    Damon chuckled. “You don’t, but by the end of the weekend, you will. Now, back to the question. Explain this.” He pinched her exposed nipple.
    Caitie bit her lower lip to stop her whimper as the tingling in her breast echoed deep beneath her clit. She was already so damn wet and wanted to get to the wild sex and orgasm smorgasbord part of the menu. “I protested when she cuffed me without asking, then told her to take them off.”
    Damon laughed, his eyes crinkling as the first hint of humor warmed those steely blues. “Now that, little sub, is something I’d have liked to have seen. Be grateful she didn’t spank you on the spot.”
    Caitie wrinkled her nose. “She whipped one of her guards, showing me what happens to subs who don’t obey.” Caitie worried her lower lip. “I’m not into that stuff. Or any pain.”
    Damon lifted a brow.
    “Sir.”
    He nodded. “You have much to learn. It’s my duty for the next three days to instruct you about the BDSM world and your role as a sub. If you accept, you’ll discover things about yourself you never knew.” He trailed his finger across the top of her breast to the other.
    She shivered with anticipation, eager to experience this man’s touch. He cupped both breasts, and she wished he’d bare them both.
    “I will push you past your comfort zone, make demands, and expect obedience. In return, you’ll be pleasured beyond anything you’ve experienced.”
    Oh, my god.
    Pleasured beyond anything you’ve experienced. The promise spun her insides to goo. She swayed toward him.
    Damon removed his hands and strode behind her. He shifted so close, the heat from his body seeped into hers. “Let’s get some basic housekeeping out of the way, my sweet Belle. The envelopes containing our blood results are on the table. Everyone must have a clean bill of health.”
    “That’s good to know,” she said, her voice low and throaty.
    “According to your questionnaire, you’ve never experienced any BDSM role-play. Did you read the guide you were given, and do you understand the role and use of safewords?”
    “Yes, Sir. I did a lot of research on the internet, and the queen also made sure I understood. If I don’t like something, I say the word red , and you’ll stop.”
    “Correct. I’ll halt all play, and we’ll discuss what you didn’t like and why. In your research, did you come across anything you consider a definite no?”
    She chewed on her lower lip. “Pain is out. Not into the sado stuff, so no whips or canes.” She wrinkled her nose. “Some of the pictures of women tied up with ropes were scary looking as well.”
    “Fair enough. Let’s set some boundaries. Because you’re new, I’d hate for you to discount many of pleasurable activities without having the experience necessary to make an informed