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what I absolutely wouldn’t like.”
    “Just in general. Anything sexual that you don’t like? Swallowing? Anal?”
    “Anal,” I said. “Definitely not my thing.”
    “Noted. Anything else? Do you have any issues with someone touching your feet or your neck, for example?”
    “Not that I know of.”
    He nodded. “Okay, good. If you think of anything, don’t hesitate to tell me. I’m all for pushing your limits, but I’m not in this to hurt you or scare you. Understood?”
    “Understood.”
    “I do have one hard limit of my own,” he said. “I won’t choke you.”
    I laughed. “That’s quite considerate of you.”
    He smiled and shrugged. “Well, you’d be surprised. I’ve had a few subs who wanted to be choked. Some to the point of unconsciousness.” He shook his head and swirled his otherwise untouched wine again. “I might put a hand on your throat to restrain you, if you’re comfortable with that, but anything that cuts off blood or air flow? No way.”
    “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”
    “Now, the rest of the rules.” The sharp clink of his glass on the counter made me jump for some reason. Maybe I was more nervous about this than I thought.
    I swallowed. “Okay, the rest of the rules.”
    “Do you know how safe words work?”
    I nodded.
    “Good. Some people use one. I use two.” He folded his arms across his chest and rested his hip against the counter. “The word ‘red’ stops everything immediately. No questions asked. If something’s getting to be too much, but you don’t want to stop completely, say ‘yellow’ and I’ll back off.” His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Make sense?”
    Another nod.
    “I think that about covers it. Questions?”
    “Not yet.”
    “Then why don’t we go in the bedroom?” He smiled. “There are a few more rules, but I’ll explain those as we go. Are you still comfortable with this?”
    “I think so.”
    He cocked his head. “You think so?”
    “I am, I am. Just, you know, a little nervous.”
    “Nothing to be nervous about tonight. Trust me, when I told you we were going to move slowly, I wasn’t kidding.” He picked up his wine glass. “Do you mind if I drink this in there?”
    “No, of course not.”
    He followed me into the bedroom. When the door clicked shut behind him, a mixture of fear and lust surged through my veins. We’re really doing this .
    There was a chair beside my window, and Scott took a seat, casually crossing his legs and cradling his wine glass between his fingers. He gestured at the window. “Should we close the shade?”
    “Leave it open.”
    His eyes flicked toward me.
    I just grinned. “Don’t worry about it.”
    Glancing out the window, he said, “Not concerned about your neighbor seeing this?”
    “Nope.” In fact, I hope he does .
    When he looked at me again, he cocked his head, and I wondered if he saw right through me.
    With a nervous laugh, I said, “You don’t mind someone seeing us, do you?”
    “Not at all.” He paused, wetting his lips. “I take it you don’t mind either?” I shook my head. He glanced out the window again, murmuring something that may have been “duly noted.”
    “So,” I said, “what do you want me to do?”
    “Nothing yet.” Scott sat back in the chair with one elbow on the armrest. “Stay right there for now.” For the first time, he sipped his wine, then set the glass on the sill. My heart thundered in my chest as I waited for him to speak. His long fingers fascinated me as he unbuttoned the cuff of one sleeve and rolled it to just below his elbow. Then he did the same to the other sleeve. And still, he didn’t speak.
    He reached for his wine, raised it to his lips, and took another sip. When the glass clinked on the sill again, he looked at me, and something in his expression had changed. The temperature in the room dropped as our eyes met.
    “From this point on,” he said, “until I say otherwise or a safe word is spoken, I am your Master and