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everything is going okay. Don’t worry. If it is, you won’t even know I’m there.”
    Alex walked back toward the exit. Constance wished she could be that open, that extroverted. Find someone to lick it off indeed. She understood what men found attractive about Alex. She had no idea what Aidan found attractive about her, but there he was, watching and waiting. She drew herself up. Knowing Aidan wasn’t likely to call her back was freeing in a way. This was just one moment, and she could be whatever, whomever, however she wanted to be.
    She walked to meet him, thankful that they still had things to put away. “Thanks for getting all this stuff.”
     
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    Sindra van Yssel
    “No problem,” said Aidan, bending down to pick up the baskets of equipment. He left the fondue pot, still full of chocolate although it had now cooled and hardened. She bent to pick that up, only to have him shake his head. “Leave that. We’ll be using it.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “Trust me.”
    “You wreck my pot, and you’ll have to pay for it,” Constance snapped.
    “I won’t wreck your pot,” Aidan promised, looking more amused than taken aback. “But I agree; I assume full financial liability.”
    Constance frowned. She didn’t know what her fondue pot could possibly have to do with BDSM, but she remembered what Alex had said. Trust your dom. “I’ll show you my car.”
    Aidan smiled. “That would be very helpful.”
    As she led the way, she wondered who exactly was serving whom. But that was okay. Having a big strong man carry her stuff was definitely one fantasy she didn’t mind living.
    He effortlessly carried what would have taken her two trips, hoisting her stuff as if it was nothing. She felt mildly guilty for having her hands empty, but it was obviously so easy for him that the guilt went away quickly. When they got to the car, she opened the hatchback.
    He didn’t seem to have any problems following directions as she told him where she wanted her gear. But when everything was stowed safely away, he moved behind her, took her hands in his, and kissed her softly on the neck without asking. “From now on, I’ll give the orders,” he said.
    She shivered. The touch on her neck was so light it made all the little hairs on the back stand up. His words didn’t help any either. She shouldn’t be doing this. She should stay focused on making her business work. “I’ll give you an hour; then we’re done.”
     
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    “What if you want more?”
    “Just an hour, no matter what I say. Promise.”
    He chuckled. “I promise.” He looked at his watch, pushed a couple of buttons on it, and then moved to her side, switching his grip so that he was holding just one hand.
    He walked back toward the dungeon. For a moment, she was frozen in place. She was sure he didn’t mean to jerk her off her feet. No doubt he expected her to walk with him.
    But it took her a moment, and she had to hurry to retain her balance.
    “Nervous?”
    “Yes.”
    “Lovely.”
    “Lovely? You’re supposed to say ‘don’t be.’”
    “Oh, love, you really should know better than to tell me what to say. It works the other way around. You’re supposed to say Sir or Master Aidan when you answer questions.”
    She didn’t mean to snort, but she did. Suddenly she was up in the air, lifted by one strong hand, and her bottom was stinging. He’d spanked her.
    “Do you need another?”
    He said no pain. It didn’t really hurt, much, although it startled the daylights out of her. She wanted to argue that what he’d done was out of bounds, but the moment of helplessness felt too right to argue with. “No!”
    “No what?”
    “No, Sir.”
    He set her back on her feet, took her hand, and proceeded walking as if nothing had happened. “We’ll try that again. Nervous?”
    “No, Sir. I mean Yes. Sir.” She was so confused that, for a moment, she hadn’t focused on what she was answering.
    “Lovely.” He opened the