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me to try to protect women. Especially the woman I’m playing with, no
matter how casual the relationship. It’s not something I can turn on and off.”
    She raised her eyebrows. “And how do you feel about women
protecting you?”
    He shrugged. “It’s not necessary. I can take care of myself.”
There wasn’t any bravado in his voice. He was just stating a fact.
    She was tempted to tell him he was a sexist pig, but his
words hadn’t done anything to put a damper on her libido. She hated to admit
it, but his self-reliance turned her on, and it was a refreshing change from
men who wanted her to be their mother.
    “There’s a St. Andrew’s cross free. Let’s go.” He took her
hand and led her over to something very much like what Dora had been tied to.
Two wide planks of wood leaning at a sixty degree-angle to the floor formed an
X, braced in that position by various wooden supports. Bolted at each extremity
of the X was a metal plate, from which dangled an O-shaped piece of chrome.
Everything looked extremely solid.
    She stood in front of it, eying it skeptically. “What do I
do?” She wasn’t sure she was going to like the answer.
    “Nothing yet. First we negotiate, but I didn’t want to miss
our chance to grab the furniture. This is the ideal place for a beginner to
experience a flogging, because you can lean into the wood.”
    Kyra shrugged. “I could just put my hands against the wall,
like you did. I’m not going to get any more turned-on by it than you were.”
    “Of course not.” He smiled. “First, you need a safe word.
Let’s try ‘banana’. If you need things to come to a stop, for any reason, just
say that word, and say it loud and clear so I can hear it. Don’t worry about
who else hears, but make sure that I can. Everything will stop
immediately, and I’ll help you get to a seat on one of the chairs or a couch,
whatever’s available. We’ll talk about what went wrong, when you’re up to it.”
    Kyra shivered. All that didn’t make her feel safe at all.
“What are you going to do that I need that kind of attention? Maybe you’d
better tone down your expectations.”
    “Would you ride in a car if you weren’t sure the brakes
worked, just because you knew you weren’t going to be going very fast?”
    “No.”
    “Then you don’t play without a safe word, either.”
    “Fine.”
    “What is it?”
    “Banana.” She giggled. It seemed so silly saying it, as if a
yellow fruit would be out of place amongst all the black leather.
    “Good girl.”
    She felt a warm glow at the words, and yet if anyone in
normal circumstances called her girl she’d have been upset. She was half
inclined to tell him so, for form’s sake, but form seemed as out of place as a
banana in the softly lit club.
    “What I propose to do is have you lean against the frame
while I flog you with the same flogger you used on me. Obviously, I’m stronger,
so I could make the tails hit you harder, but I’m not going to do that unless I
get your express permission. If I ask ‘harder’? I expect an answer, yes or no.
There’s not a good answer or a bad answer to a question like that. There’s only
your answer.”
    “That doesn’t sound too bad,” she said. “It sounds as if
I’ll be in control the whole time.”
    “That’s true. You are. But you might not feel in control,
and you might even enjoy feeling out of control. Now I’m going to suggest two
things to enhance your experience. One, that you take some clothing off, so you
can feel the flogger against bare skin. And the other is that you let me put
cuffs around your wrists, and attach those cuffs to the rings at the top of the
X-frame.”
    Her first instinct was to say not only no, but hell, no. Be
cuffed to that thing, unable to get away? Be naked in front of all these
people? Neither was part of her agenda. She glanced around. There were plenty
of people who were less dressed than she’d be if she took her shirt off, or
even her shirt and her