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didn’t like either, but I really didn’t like being just a number and a contract.
    When the car dropped me at his home, I headed down the walkway. The instant I lifted my hand to knock, he appeared in the doorway. Seeing him sent a rush of heat through me and froze me in place. I always react to that first instant I see him, but for some reason it was more intense than usual. Maybe because I’d decided that I might walk away from what he’d been offering me.
    I searched his expression, but if he felt what I did, it didn’t show. His face was impassively beautiful, as usual, and I wondered how many times he’d had to calm a potential submissive. What number was I for him?
    He surprised me by taking my hand, touching me easily, when his touch always feels like a reward to be earned. Guiding me into the foyer, he shut the door and then turned to me, wasting no time answering my question from the earlier text. “The contract states exclusivity for both of us, with the option of bringing others into our play as I see fit.”
    My stomach knotted at the confirmation that he intended to invite others into our play, and I tried to pull my hand back.
    He held me easily and I found myself molded close to him, the hard length of him pressed to my body, our legs entwined. His hand had settled on my back, possessive and firm. “What did I say that upset you?”
    My fingers curled on his chest. “Exclusive and sharing. How do those two things go together?”
    “Everything we enjoy, we enjoy together. And ultimately, everything I do with you is about your pleasure.”
    “And if I don’t think sharing is pleasurable?”
    “How do you know if you don’t try?”
    “I know it bothers me.”
    “And I ask you to try everything once. If you don’t like it, we won’t repeat it.”
    Once ? I wasn’t sure I could say yes. I don’t think I would have, if things had been different, but I had no idea what I’d walked into.
    “If this is your worst fear,” he said, “then it’s better that we deal with it now, not later.” He released me, the warmth of his body leaving mine, his fingers twining with mine. I let him lead me to the bedroom when perhaps I shouldn’t have. It was there that I quickly learned what I had in store.
    There was another man there—tall and gorgeous, dark where my “Master” was light, wearing jeans and a T-shirt that molded a perfectly sculpted body. To say that my heart lurched is an understatement. I could barely breathe.
    My Master stepped behind me, his hands settling possessively at my waist, his lips lowering to my ear. “Try it once. Do this for me.”
    “I don’t know,” I whispered, surprising myself. I hadn’t said no—I’d said maybe.
    “You have your safe word,” he immediately replied. “Use it and we stop.”
    Thinking back now, the most profound moments of the night followed that promise from him. Everything had gone into slow motion. My Master’s hands on my body, caressing my sides, my breasts. The other man, whose name I still don’t know, watching me with a heated, anxious expression on his face.
    “One time,” my Master whispered. “I just ask for one time.”
    I remember wanting to please him, or telling myself that was what I wanted, and then saying yes.
    “Good girl,” he murmured, and the other man had smiled and stepped forward. Before I had time to back out, the stranger was sliding his hands to my waist, his thighs melded to mine. It seemed like in a blink of time all three of us were naked. I have these random memories. Me on my knees. My Master behind me, holding my breast. The stranger licking my nipples. The stranger pressing fingers inside me. Both men inside me at the same time. I’d never dreamed that was possible, or that it could be pleasurable. Those two men together . . .
    I can’t deny it was pleasurable, yet I’m still bothered by how easily my Master allowed another man to touch me. I can’t be special to him, or he’d want me all to