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door for her. “After you.”
     
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    She looked around at all the strange furniture in the room. Most of it was in use, but was she going to end up bent over the bench where she’d seen a woman spanked or cuffed to one of the big wooden crosses? She thought about letting go of his hand and bolting. As if he sensed her uncertainty, he tightened his grip.
    “What are you going to put me on, Master Aidan?”
    He ignored the question. “I’ll need to gather a little equipment for what I have in mind. I don’t want to leave you alone, so you’ll have to come with me.”
    “No whips.”
    “Nope, no whips. But I don’t want you to see either. Close your eyes.”
    She closed her eyes, knowing she’d peek at the next opportunity. But he wrapped something around her head, and it got a lot darker. A blindfold. She’d agreed to that, hadn’t she?
    “Now we’re going to travel the quick way,” he told her. He picked her up and started moving. Intellectually, she knew that half-naked people were doing kinky things all around her, but that all disappeared. She hadn’t been carried since she was a child.
    “You’ll drop me.”
    “Not a chance, cupcake.” He chuckled. “Although I’m beginning to suspect you’re more a spicy little tart. Keep your head down. We’re going through a door.”
    They went through two doors, and she got nervous. “Let me go! We’re going to play in public.”
    “You’re still in public. Don’t worry about that.”
    “Looks like you’ve got your hands full, Master Aidan.” Alex’s familiar voice comforted her. “In more ways than one.”
    She relaxed in Aidan’s arms. “Ah, someone you trust more than me,” he murmured. “Master Dylan, could I borrow your wife for a few moments? I wanted to
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    get a few things from the kitchen, and I think my sub might relax more if she were present.”
    First her fondue pot, now her pastries? What did he intend to do, make her listen to him eat? She couldn’t imagine. What did all this have to do with the things she’d seen in the dungeon?
    “When you’re done licking her, of course,” Aidan added.
    Even blindfolded, she got a very distinct image. A brief moment of shock was replaced by several seconds of giggling.
    “If you promise to get more sugar on her, I’m good,” said Dylan.
    “Master!” cried Alex.
    “Well, it won’t be pure sugar, but I’ll send her back with something for you to taste,” promised Aidan.
    “Don’t I get a say in this?” asked Alex.
    “No,” said Dylan. “Run along and help.” She heard a smacking sound and then heard Alex’s footsteps.
    “What do you need, Master Aidan?” Alex asked.
    Constance was wondering that herself. Aidan set her down on her feet, however, and all she could hear was the soft hiss of a whisper and not the words.
    “Oh, you evil man,” said Alex.
    That wasn’t very reassuring, and her nervousness must have showed, because Alex added. “Oh, don’t you worry, dear. You’ll be safe.” She touched Constance lightly on the shoulder.
    “That doesn’t mean she shouldn’t worry,” Aidan said.
    “True, true.” She heard the sounds of the fridge door being opened, and something tinkled. “Okay, all set.”
    Aidan picked her up again, and they were in motion. This time she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and snuggled up. Might as well take advantage of the
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    opportunity while it lasts. He squeezed her in response and shifted his hands so that one was cupping her bottom. She felt her pussy tingle. She didn’t want to be so easily affected, but it had been a long time since she’d let a man get anywhere with her. She’d turned down Ben enough times. She had told herself it was her principles and her need to concentrate on her business. But here she was with a man bigger and better looking, and her body responded to his words and his presence and his touch.
    She decided to put off the