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    “You’re such a demanding little bitch,” twin-flogging Terry retorted. “Don’t make
    me get out the ball gag again.” His arms never stopped moving, weaving an intricate
    ballet of black leather across his happy victim’s heated skin.
    “I should learn to do that,” Daniel murmured, as if to himself. Delia tried not to
    look too eager as she hummed a nonverbal agreement.
    “He’s had a lot of practice,” the dark pixie commented. “That’s Master Terry, he
    gives lessons through the club on Seventh Street. If you look on their website, there’s a schedule.”
    She was a wealth of information, although she looked a little puzzled about
    something. Delia didn’t give it too much thought though. She was too eager to get to the private playroom Mara had mentioned. It was a huge relief when Daniel asked
    Mara to lead the way.
    * * * * *
    The sign outside the door had indicated it was the Rose Room, and the name was
    certainly accurate. There were roses in every color imaginable in vases everywhere, on top of a big chest of drawers, on the coffee and end tables surrounding the two low, backless couches. Indirect lighting—one very ornate central chandelier, and little
    votives and candle lanterns—lent layers of soft glow to the already warm scene. Where the walls weren’t paneled in more highly polished wood, they were painted a deep
    raspberry-rose color. Throw pillows of cream and pale yellow and pink. It was—
    “Holy crap. It’s so freaking pretty ,” Mara said, startling Delia from her stunned observation of the room.
    Well, that was certainly one way to put it.
    “It does not look like BDSM as I know it,” Delia agreed.
    “Thank God,” Daniel added. “Because for a second there I was seriously confused. I
    thought it was just me. Jeez, are those couches or benches?” He pressed his hands on one of the wide, backless platforms, testing the amount of spring.
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    “Lounges, I guess,” Delia suggested. “Since they only have arms and no backs?”
    Mara had ventured deeper into the room to investigate the drawers.
    “Aha! Here’s the good stuff.”
    She turned around, brandishing a set of leather cuffs. Delia gasped at the
    coincidence. White leather, not black. Her favorite. What else was in there?
    Before she could move forward, Daniel stopped her with a firm grip on her
    shoulder.
    “Hold up. Where do you think you’re going, missy?”
    “Oh. Um, sorry, Master.” She aimed a sheepish grin his way and then dropped her
    head, trying to look penitent. She was so eager to root around in the drawers full of goodies that she’d forgotten herself.
    “Maybe later, if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you play with some of the toys. But for right now I need you to kneel here and wait.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    She had worn a very short leather skirt, and he’d told her not to wear anything
    under it. Delia knew that kneeling in it with her knees spread, as Daniel preferred, was pretty much going to put an end to any modesty she had. She wondered if the pretty
    pixie girl would notice. Or care. She knew Daniel would.
    But he wasn’t really looking. He walked over to stare into the drawer with Mara,
    pulling things out and examining them. His broad shoulders blocked them all from
    Delia’s view.
    “You’re here to answer questions, right?”
    “Yes, Sir. Dru said you were relatively new to the lifestyle.”
    “Cool.” He had opened another drawer, and now Delia could see him pointing to
    something. “So what the hell is that ?”
    “Oh, nice choice, Sir,” Mara replied instantly. “That’s a—”
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    She turned and looked at Delia, then up at Daniel. And then resumed her
    explanation in a low murmur, so Delia could only catch a word here and there.
    “ Murmur murmur murmer very, very safe. Pyrex, actually. Murmur murmur .”
    “ Murmur murmur murmer too hot?”
    “Not if you’re careful. But if you’re anxious, you