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    "I understand. We understand,” Mark repeated. He guarded her from behind, giving her heat and comfort. Hot hands covered her hips. Instinct and need made her press against him. There was more comfort in the erection now poking her back.
    Brent moved in, covering her belly with his hard cock. “You're safe with us. You know neither of us would ever put you in jeopardy. Will a blindfold help you past the entrance? Do you want to safe-word us?"
    Safe word ... oh my God ... he really is a Dom! How long had Mark known? This wasn't just an adventure. This was an introduction into a lifestyle she'd only toyed with. She could step through the door, swallow her fears, and experience it ... or walk away and never realize what she'd been missing. Few things scared Lydia more than the dark, but she knew she'd regret this chance the rest of her life if she didn't do it.
    One safe word and it would all be over, right here, right now. No, Lydia didn't want that. She knew she'd never forgive herself if she didn't experience what they were offering tonight. Somehow, she had to fight her fear of dark, closed-in spaces. Maybe that was also Mark's intent—to help her finally get past this fear. To give her a victory she needed to move past a stagnant phase of life.
    "No safe word.” Her voice trembled with the declaration. A flare of empowerment lit her belly. Fear crawled toward it. “I'm afraid, though."
    "We've got you,” Mark said.
    They sure did, wedged between them so tightly Lydia knew nothing could pull them apart.
    "Blindfold?” Brent asked.
    Facing her fears was one thing; seeing them quite another. There was only so much Lydia could bear at the moment. “Yes, please."
    And with those words, Mark placed a satin mask over her eyes. The feel of it comforted her, providing a steady constant with which she was intimately familiar—satin nighties, satin bindings at her wrists and ankles, Mark's tongue leisurely exploring her. Yes, she could do this.
    Before she could ask how she was going to find her way down blindfolded, Brent bent and tossed her over his hard shoulder.
    She let out a tiny squeal at the suddenness of the action. The sound earned her a sharp whack on the ass. Warmth spread. God, she wanted another.
    "More,” she gasped out.
    "I would love to.” Brent rubbed his hand over her bottom. “I've been wanting your sweet ass bared to me for months, growing pink and hot under a very sound spanking. But we don't want to draw too much attention to ourselves right now. After all, what we're about to do isn't exactly legal. We don't want the local police to find us sneaking into the catacombs before we finish our quest. Now do we?"
    "There ... there are other places.” Like her hotel room. Her nice, safe hotel room.
    Mark cupped her face and nipped at her lips. “But none are as adventurous and that's what we promised."
    He kissed her quickly, flashing his tongue over her lips, then pulling away when she opened her mouth for more as Brent eased her feet to the ground and braced her against the wall of his body.
    "Maybe we'll be caught,” Mark whispered, lips raking down the column of her throat. “Maybe the policeman will want a taste of you for himself. Maybe he'll punish you for violating the law. Thrust his baton into your pussy while he wields a leather strap over your ass."
    Lydia squeezed her thighs against the rush, realizing too late the folly of that action. Brent inched her skirt up ... up ... up, grinding his erection into the small of her back each time he gained more material.
    "And there will be nothing we can do but watch.” Mark palmed her breast. Her nipple thrust into it, her blouse and bra nothing to its hardness. “We'll be bound and naked ... hard and wanting, while he has his way with you over and over and over again."
    "Oh, God,” she gasped out.
    "Trust us.” Brent's voice rumbled over her. He pushed his hand under her skirt and over her cotton panties. Fingers toyed with the elastic