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    “Virginal, is that a new kink?”
    “If it is, he hasn’t told me, but I’m beginning to wonder.”
    At that moment Ivor came into the room carrying two bottles of wine. He set about filling everyone’s glasses and a discussion about the age of the merlot started. It seemed Lottie was quite the wine expert.
    “What do you think of Lottie?” Tia asked out of the corner of her mouth.
    “Well…” Melody hesitated for a moment. “If it wasn’t for the collar, I’d never guess she was into the lifestyle.”
    “What do you mean?” Tia frowned. “It’s impossible to tell who is and who isn’t. We’ve always said that.”
    “I know, but…” She glanced at Lottie. She was smiling, small dimples dented her cheeks and her lips held only the tiniest hint of a sheen. “She actually looks quite… virginal.”
    Fuck. What had she just said? Virginal. There was a new sub in their house who had the exact look Ivor was kinking on.
    She glanced at her husband. He was pouring Lottie’s wine and studying her.
    Melody shifted on her chair. She knew that jealousy sometimes stabbed her, sharp little dagger-jabs, and she wanted to control it. Really she did.
    It was hard though, when Lottie sat there all pretty and sweet.
    “You know I was a virgin on our wedding night,” Melody said quietly.
    “Yes,” Tia said, “you told me that once before. I remembered.”
    “You did?”
    “Yes.” Tia leaned in closer. “Because I’m envious, to tell you the truth. I would love it if Kyle had been my first.”
    “Well, as you know, it’s not like I haven’t done club stuff with other doms, but, yes, Ivor is the only man to ever fuck me.”
    “And do you remember your first time with him?”
    “Of course, it was amazing.” She reached for her wine. “Though perfectly vanilla. Back then we hadn’t even heard of BDSM.”
    “Which is why…” Ivor said, appearing behind her and pressing his hands on Melody’s shoulders. “It’s easy to stay excited by each other.”
    “What do you mean?” Rupert asked, joining in the conversation.
    “Well,” Ivor said. “When you’re with one person for years it’s easy to see how vanilla sex would get dull. Missionary, under the duvet, for the rest of your life. Who wants that?” He pressed a kiss to the top of Melody’s head.
    Melody’s bubble of jealousy evaporated, just like that. A simple kiss, just letting her know she was his and he was hers no matter what else happened.
    “Yes,” Kyle agreed. “A bit like being told that you can only eat tofu till the end of your days.”
    “Yuk,” Melody said with a giggle. “I hate tofu.”
    “Me too,” Kyle said. “Revolting stuff.”
    Ivor stepped away.
    “Shall I help, Sir?” Melody asked.
    “Yes, please.”
    He disappeared toward the kitchen and Melody followed.
    She reached the salad from the fridge and set it on the side.
    Ivor turned the hob on to heat the potatoes.
    “What else shall I do,” she asked, glancing at the counters. The beef was cooked and ready to serve.
    Ivor turned and studied her.
    “I heard you talking to Tia about being a virgin.”
    “Yes.” She hesitated. “But that was a long time ago.”
    “And I took your virginity.”
    “Yes, Sir, you know you did.” Where was he going with this?
    He smiled, a lopsided sexy smile that told her he was delving into his memories. “It may have been vanilla but our wedding night was hot.”
    “Yes. But it’s always hot with you. You’re my one and only, my lover, my best friend, and my master.”
    “That’s good to hear.” He stepped up close and placed his hands on her shoulders.
    Applying gentle pressure, he backed her up against the wall.
    “Do you remember,” he said, his lips a whisper from hers, “the sexual tension that had grown between us, the frustration, the build-up of desire, as we’d waited for that night?”
    “Yes.” She looked up into his dark eyes and saw the familiar heat of his passion lurking there. “I