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recruiter for women who want to find themselves—grow in the profession, if you will.”
    What the hell did he see in me that said dominatrix? Hitting Trevor last night was the first fight I had been in since middle school. I was never the violent type, and I was far from having the ability to physically punish someone. I doubted that anyone would want that from me, anyway.
    My heart sank. Here I was thinking that maybe Kyle wanted me just because, but instead, he was just trying to recruit me for some freaky fetish.
    “I see something in you, even if you don’t see it in yourself.”
    Why did he keep making mentions of me being something other than what I am?
    “I don’t think I understand this. Like, what do I have to do? I mean... how does this work?” I felt like I was going to school—learning a new culture that was foreign to me.
    “If you want to be a good Dom, then first, you must learn to be a submissive.”
    These words were a growing vocabulary list. But coming off the lips of Kyle, it all felt so sexy. I felt like I could go to the moon, swim in the sky, and return to earth safely without a parachute when I listened to him. I felt high being around him, or maybe it was the remnants of the tequila. Either way, I wanted to do this thing that he was talking about.
    My phone ringing interrupted us. I went to the pile of our clothes, my wobbling legs somehow managing to walk across the room and dig my cell phone out of my purse.
    “Answer it. Put it on speaker,” Kyle demanded. “This is what I mean by being in control.”
    I wasn’t sure he really wanted that, being that it was Trevor on the phone, but this felt exciting. Besides, what did I have to hide now?
    Pressing the answer button, I immediately hit speakerphone.
    “Hello?” I answered. Kyle waved me towards the bed as we waited for the caller to come on the line.
    “Sam... Sam, baby, where are you? Please come home.” It was sober Trevor, not the drunk guy that called me fat, ugly, and lazy.
    “I’m minding my own business,” I said and heard him whimper. He was probably crying fake tears to win my heart, but as he talked, Kyle pulled me close, kissing my lips.
    “I’m really sorry for last night. I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I’m not sure what you think you saw but it’s over between me and her.”
    Now he had an explanation and wanted to talk. But it was too late. My mouth was being invaded by Kyle’s tongue. I couldn’t even respond.
    “Hello? Are you there?”
    “Yes... I’m... I’m here.” I tried to speak. Kyle was whispering in my ear as Trevor cried and gave more excuses in the background.
    “Make him pay,” Kyle said clearly, but a piece of me was afraid to cause him any pain. Until Kyle’s tongue traveled down my neck, kissing down to my nipples and fondling them with his tongue.
    “Uh... Um...Trevor, just leave me alone. Give me some space.” I tried not to moan, but it seemed that’s what Kyle wanted. He provoked moans from me, gripping my nipples with his teeth.
    “What? I’m sorry, Sam. Don’t you understand that?” He continued to cry, and even more excuses flowed from his lips, but I couldn’t hear them. Kyle was kissing an imaginary trail down to my thighs.
    “Get what you deserve,” Kyle said, louder this time—loud enough for Trevor to hear.
    “Who is that? Where are you?”
    Kyle was at my sex now, biting and nibbling, driving me to moan and scream. I couldn’t control myself.
    “Do it! Take control!” Kyle said as he went back to the torture he was inflicting on my sex. He tantalized my pussy, flicking his tongue, his teeth tugging at my pussy lips and sending shivers through my body. It was hard not to obey.
    Shaking, I screamed into the phone. “Trevor, it’s over!”
    Kyle must have been pleased. At that moment, I felt his tongue part the lips of my pussy. Rolls of his tongue sent a seismic shudder through my body. I managed to hit the end call button with the phone falling somewhere