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whore didn’t appeal to me either, but I’d been willing to put up with them as part of the process.
    “Have you had an STD panel since your last partner?” he asked.
    His bluntness surprised me. “Yes—as part of my annual physical—and I haven’t been sexually active in almost a year.”
    “I’ve been tested too and I’m negative. I prefer no condoms.”
    “I’m on the Pill.” To be honest, I wanted him to fill me with his cum—wet, hot and sticky—dripping down my leg. “No condoms is fine with me.”
    “Good. And you need to pick safe words. One that means ease up but don’t stop and one that means stop now.”
    Our chosen pseudonyms flashed through my mind. “Scarlet for slow and midnight for stop.”
    “You will spend the next weekend with me. Here is my address.” He handed me a cream-colored business card with raised gold lettering. “Feel free to tell family members or friends that this is where you will be next Friday, Saturday and Sunday.”
    I nodded. He’d allayed some of my concern that he was a serial killer, trolling for victims at the local kinkster munch. Perhaps I watched too many TV crime dramas.
    “Thanks.”
    “If we’re a good fit, I’ll let you know if I want you to stay. I’m not talking TPE, but we’ll need to make more permanent living arrangements.”
    What in the world did that mean? “TPE?”
    “Total power exchange. Not my thing, really. I don’t want you chained in the basement or at my beck and call…outside of playtime anyway.” A devilish grin lit up his face.
    “Ah. Well, that’s a good thing. I’m thinking of this as a sexual experiment myself, not a lifestyle choice.”
    “Any more questions?”
    I shook my head.
    “Then we’re all set to play.”
    I glanced around the restaurant. “Here?”
    “Here.” He gave a curt nod. “Are you wearing panties?”
    “Yeah.” I furrowed my brow.
    “Take them off and give them to me.”
    Excited that the training had begun, I rose to head to the bathroom, but he grabbed my wrist, forcing me to sit.
    “Take them off here.”
    “At the table?” I looked around. The restaurant was packed. No way in hell was I going to strip off my undies right here, right now.
    “Was I unclear?” His grip on my arm tightened.
    I couldn’t do this, could I? Frozen by my inhibitions, I couldn’t have complied even if I’d wanted to. But I didn’t want to…did I? Was I the kind of woman who could do something so brazen in a public place?
    Staring at me, he didn’t blink nor did his expression change. His grip on my arm didn’t let up. Get on with it , he conveyed without words.
    My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth and I had to peel it off before I could speak. “I…I don’t feel comfortable.”
    Digging his fingers into my skin, he tightened his grasp on my wrist, twisting a little. I gasped, half surprised and half aroused. He was going to force me to do this.
    “I shouldn’t have to tell you twice.” He didn’t raise his voice and he didn’t seem angry, but all the same I was intimidated by his demeanor. His expression darkened, his mouth firmly set in a line, and then there was that penetrating stare.
    “I want to do what you’re telling me to do, but I can’t. I really can’t.”
    Releasing my arm, he slipped his hands beneath the tablecloth. A tremor passed through me as he hitched my skirt up my thighs. One yank and he’d tugged my panties to my knees. My throat clenched, my cheeks burning almost as hotly as my pussy. My pulse quickened and I struggled to catch my breath.
    “Slip them to the floor, step out of them and give them to me.”
    I did as I was told, passing them to Black under the table. Using his napkin as cover, he held the silky garment to his nose and inhaled.
    “Your cunt smells delicious.” He closed his eyes as if savoring the moment.
    Tracing my lips, he tucked the panties into his pocket. “Aside from your initial disobedience, you did well. I expect you to comply more