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face. A few minutes ago you were looking like you were going to do a runner, but now the time is up you’re upset because your chance to be a bad girl has been taken away from you.”
    Erica opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. What was she upset about? She smiled, realising she was off the hook now, although the relief was kind of hollow. “I guess it is kind of funny.”
    “Oh yeah, but not to worry. Now I get to choose your punishment.”
    She shrugged. So what could be worse than kissing a stranger? “You’re just glad you don’t have to entertain my brother.”
    “Well there is that.” She smiled. “But truly, I can’t wait to get started planning my winning side of the wager.”
    “Should I be worried?”
    Nicole just smiled at her.
    Oh crap.

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    How had she let herself get talked into this? It’s not like she couldn’t have got out of it. Nicole would have been disappointed if she hadn’t followed through, but she would have forgiven her. Eventually. So why was it that she was still there, sitting in a cab on her way to a remote retreat? Not just a retreat, apparently, she thought while re-reading the invitation in her hand. ‘ Dangerous Liaisons is a retreat for singles or couples wanting to learn more about BDSM’. Her invitation informed her that she was to spend the weekend training in submission. Holy hell! What had she been thinking when she’d agreed to this?
    Her heart was pounding at the thought of what lay ahead of her. She’d broken down just that one time when she’d told Nicole about her relationship with her ex-boyfriend. He’d liked a little bit of bondage with their sex and, despite feeling that it was a bit too kinky to be normal, she’d liked it. A lot. They’d drifted apart, but he’d showed her a side of herself that scared her. Normal people didn’t get off on being under the complete control of another, did they? She had to admit that her strict Catholic upbringing probably played a big part in her complete rejection of the idea. That didn’t stop her from being there in the cab. It also didn’t account for how wet she’d been ever since she’d realised Nicole’s idea of a punishment involved bondage, and a lot of spanking. Nicole had told her she needed to explore her feelings to find out what she really wanted. She’d also explained that it was high time she stopped feeling guilty about something that was a part of who she was and just enjoy it.
    Who would have thought her friend was a regular member of the local BDSM community? She’d never once hinted to her, but then again, Erica had hidden away in her own world for a while so Nic hadn’t had much of a chance to tell her. It was Nicole’s membership that had enabled her to get Erica a booking on such short notice. It certainly looked like the gods were conspiring to get her involved in BDSM in some way. She was terrified, but if she was honest, she was so aroused that it wouldn’t take more than a slide of a finger over her clit for her to climax hard. In fact if she’d crossed her legs and rubbed them together right then that might just have done it.
    The taxi pulled into a long driveway and drove towards a large two-storey dwelling which put an end to that idea. The oak trees lining the driveway formed a leafy canopy over the road, making a tunnel effect. The house stood directly at the end of the road and resembled a Victorian mansion with lacework balconies on both the ground and first storeys.
    The sun was setting over the hills behind the building, the brilliance of the light making it difficult to make out the details of the front entrance. As the car stopped Erica’s heart jumped. The door was opened by a tall man wearing a tuxedo, his face covered by a black satin hood. Erica hesitated, struck dumb at how the reality of her predicament had finally caught up with her.
    “Miss Neilson?”
    Maybe it was just her nervousness, but his voice compelled her to move. She