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until she realized all the studying in the world wouldn’t be enough. She needed to know what her limits were before she approached Sawyer.
    She’d needed to experience it.
    Mistress Kay had taught her about those things that couldn’t be learned through books. For an exorbitant fee, the professional Dominatrix had not only dominated her, but for a month, had become her teacher, her psychologist, her priest, and her closest friend.
    Surprisingly, that first week all they did was talk. She learned that BDSM wasn’t about sex. It was a power exchange in which the relationship between Dom and sub was one of trust, and honesty and communication were paramount. For someone like Lisa, who had spent her entire life lying, both came difficult for her.
    Because of Annaliese’s past, her Domme had introduced impact play cautiously. To Annaliese’s shock, she loved the pain brought by the blow of a flogger and the whack of a cane. Craved the feel of her Mistress’s hand slapping her thigh or face. It didn’t make sense to Annaliese. How could she enjoy being hit after suffering her father’s abuse?
    Mistress Kay had explained that when Annaliese submitted, she consented to the acts that resulted in pain, giving her a power she hadn’t had with her father. Annaliese’s masochistic tendencies had nothing to do with her abusive past.
    By the end of the month, Annaliese had a much better understanding of both BDSM and her sexuality. But would it be enough to win Sawyer’s trust and, eventually, his love?
    Today she’d find out.
    Taking a deep breath, she pulled open the door to the club and went inside. Checking the room, she was surprised to find it looked like any other dive. A long bar spanned the back of the space, with a few middle-aged men sitting on bar stools and watching a basketball game on the television. The few tables sat unoccupied, half-drunk beers and wineglasses littering them. This didn’t fit her idea of what a sex club would look like.
    She casually glanced around the room again in an attempt to locate Sawyer, but she didn’t see him. He’d walked in this place not ten minutes ago. Where had he gone? “You’re new,” said a husky voice behind her, a voice she’d only heard from across the gym.
    How had he gotten behind her without her knowing?
    She turned around slowly, tilting her head up to get her first good look at Sawyer Hayes. Her heart increased its tempo, and a soft gasp spilled from her lips.
    After studying his photographs and seeing him from a distance, she’d thought she would be immune to his sexiness, but seeing him up close was like going outside on a sunny day after being in the dark. With his shoulder-length blond hair and twinkling brown eyes, he radiated an overwhelming sensuality and masculinity that she’d never before encountered, causing her nipples to bead and her pussy to clench. “Yes. How could you tell?”
    â€œWell, for one,” he said, stepping so close his chest brushed against her breasts, “I’m here enough, so I’ve met everyone already.”
    She shuddered from the contact. “And two?”
    â€œAll the regulars know that the good room is downstairs. You did come here for the sex club, right?”
    The basement. So that’s where he’d disappeared to earlier. She gave him a smile. “You’re right. I’ve never been here before, but that’s why I’m here.”
    â€œI’ve seen you before.” His brow furrowed, the lines of his forehead grooved deep in concentration. “You work out at my gym.”
    She reared back. No one had ever recognized her before. How had he even known she was the same woman?
    â€œI’m not sure. What gym do you go to?” she said, playing coy.
    â€œYou know exactly what gym, darlin’. You’ve been watching me, and now you just happened to show up here. I’m supposed to believe it’s