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taller than she was, six-four at least, and wore jeans and a tight-fitting black T-shirt that showed his muscles to good effect.
    “Ladies, Masters.” Alex broke into the conversation, and all four of them stopped and turned their attention to her. “Constance here is wondering what would happen if she was playing with someone—let’s say Aidan, and let’s imagine they’re on the spanking bench over there—and she said ‘danger.’ Can someone tell her?”
    “Aidan would untie her and ask her what’s wrong,” said Bruce.
    “And if he didn’t, Master Bruce?” pressed Alex.
    “Wouldn’t happen,” Bruce insisted.
    “But if he didn’t, we’d be over having a talk with him,” said Arthur. “James and I would probably end up holding him while Bruce undid the knots. And the girls would be making sure Constance was okay.” He grinned over at Samantha for a moment.
    “And hopefully getting a few recipes.”
     
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    Samantha grinned back. “Yes, Master. Because we need more cookies at our girls-only parties.”
    “Ah, wedded bliss,” said Alex. “Do I hear that more wedding bells are coming?”
    The last was addressed to the tall redhead.
    “You’ll just have to wait for your invitation.”
    Alex smiled. “As long as I get one, I’m happy. Constance here makes awesome cakes.”
    “She’s becoming the bondage baker,” said Samantha, then giggled.
    Constance smiled. She’d take all the business she could get. They seemed to so readily accept that she was one of them, and she didn’t feel like she was at all. But for this one night, perhaps, she’d put her foot in the water.
    Aidan was powerfully built, but so were Bruce, Arthur, and James. All three of them could probably handle him well enough.
    “Thank you, everyone,” said Alex and steered Constance away toward a corner where they could talk privately. “What Arthur didn’t mention is that Laera has a black belt, and Selena would probably be pitching in on tackling Aidan as well. We don’t want anyone getting abused here. But it all starts with that word. If you don’t say it, we’re going to assume everything is fine, even if what’s going on seems pretty extreme.
    Although there are limits there, as well. Stay here in the dungeon, in the public area, and be willing to use your safe word.”
    Constance nodded. Clearly, Alex and the others took safety seriously.
    “Trust your dom, though, or you won’t have any fun. Don’t try to control the scene if you don’t have to for your emotional or physical safety. The best thing about submitting is being able to let go. Any more questions?”
    “You’re a submissive, right?”
    Alex grinned. “Most of the time.”
     
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    “But you walked right in there among all those doms and they immediately listened to you.” She had a hard time wrapping her head around it. If there was a pecking order, shouldn’t the doms be on top?
    “Being submissive doesn’t mean being weak. It doesn’t mean submitting to anyone you don’t want to. It can be between you and one special person.” Alex paused, then suddenly hugged her. “Even if they are only special for the moment. Keep your heart safe, Constance.”
    Constance was surprised. She didn’t have time to warn the other woman she had flour and sugar on her jacket; they didn’t show against the white uniform. But she hugged Alex back. There was something very comforting about feeling she had a friend, and in a few short minutes, Alex had made her feel welcome in a way that had nothing to do with her pastry business.
    “I will,” she promised. The promise was as much for herself as for Alex, although she had no idea how to make sure she kept it. “You, um.” She pointed to a splotch of white powder on Alex’s dress.
    “Ah.” Alex looked down, then back up and grinned. “I’ll let you two play, and I’ll go find someone to lick this off. I’ll be back, though, to check and make sure