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a million fingers running down my spine as I glanced over my shoulder and discovered just how close he was. With my head at the angle it was, his lips were mere inches from my forehead.
    “You're new,” he clarified, his hands shifting my red hair behind me as his fingers lingered on the curve of my neck.
    “Just here with a friend.”
    “Which one?”
    I nodded toward Amber as his chest pressed against my back, closing the distance between us. There was a large part of me that screamed warnings – I didn't know him, he shouldn't be invading my space like that – but unfortunately, it was the other part of me that won. The one that melted against him, the one filled with curiosity as to why I was responding to him the way that I was.
    “She's not even half as submissive as you are, and yet, you have no idea what that means, do you?”
    I shook my head and sucked in a stuttering breath as I watched Amber's bound body being draped over a narrow table. Three men approached her, all of them clearly aroused.
    “It means you want to be taken. You want to give control to someone else. The thought of what's about to happen to your friend thrills you. All those hands, touching all the right places.” His hand moved to my stomach, every syllable bringing it closer to my mound, and I was powerless to stop him. “Don't let your mind conform to convention. Different isn't bad, little lamb. Give me the chance and I will show you a world of want and feeling.”
    My head fell back against his shoulder, all the breath falling from my lips as I tried to get past the sudden intoxication and fight the lusty haze that was making decisions for me. My body was more sensitive than it had ever been, every touch seemingly bringing it closer to something most men couldn't do even with their dicks inside me. I wasn't sure why or how he was doing it, but I clung to the feeling with both hands, unable to find anything wrong with the situation I'd suddenly found myself in.
    Master James delivered exactly what he promised to that night. He'd been as excited as I was, for entirely different reasons. Apparently, having a first timer and breaking her in was a huge turn on for him. He bound me, flogged me, and fucked me for so long that I couldn't walk the next morning.
    I was with him for three months. He taught me so much, but he also abused his power thoroughly. I had been so naïve. I’d gone into the relationship with him not fully understanding what it meant to be a submissive. I’d trusted him with a blind faith that had cost me dearly. There had been no safe word, he’d pushed my body beyond its capabilities, and there had been a minimal amount of aftercare that had left me questioning the choices I’d made. Master James had taken the word slave quite literally. I hadn’t known any better until I met one of his former subs whose Master was more than happy to liberate me from the union. James wasn't a bad man but he was a bad Dominant. He was selfish, and he had no fear of taking without giving in return. Once my friend’s Dom had convinced me this lifestyle didn't make me a bad person, he introduced me to a few of his friends, who were more than willing to take on a teaching role.
    I'd drifted after I left him. Amber and I frequented parties and clubs, occasionally picking up a Dom for a week or two before moving on. I was more satisfied sexually than I'd ever been, but there was now a gaping hole in my emotional fulfillment. I needed to feel cherished as well as used, loved as well as subservient, wanted as much as I craved them.
    It should have been easy. Good Dominants were natural caregivers. They wanted to look after subs and protect them. Of course, that meant sharing trust and developing a relationship that took time. I didn't naturally trust anyone, which only frustrated the Doms I chose to entertain.
    Then I met Mistress Kayla.
    I'd never thought about being with a woman before, nor had I had the inclination, so I hadn't been