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dreams filled with dark demands.
    After trying so diligently to stay away from what he wanted and being woefully unsuccessful, Noah decided to go the other direction. Noah would wallow in perversion. He gorged on BDSM websites and books, and then he discovered the chat rooms. Realizing he wasn’t alone was initially empowering but then frightening. The fact that there were others who would be more than happy to give him what he wanted meant that Noah no longer had any excuse not to act. Oh, he’d told himself it was too dangerous. Strangers off the Internet simply couldn’t be trusted. God only knew what they would do to him. But he’d learned enough to know how to be safe. He grasped that they didn’t just meet and beat one another up. It was a dance with clearly defined limits and negotiated surrender. Safe, sane, and consensual. Once he realized it wasn’t a free-for-all, he felt marginally better. Still, he had debated the issue for months, and then he’d finally chatted online with another submissive who raved about a Dom named Ronan.
    In short order, Ronan the Dom became an obsession.
    Noah read everything the sub wrote about Ronan with envy and longing. When another submissive mentioned the same Dom, Noah quickly pumped his new source dry of information. Using the search feature on the chat room logs, Noah found nothing but gushing compliments about Master Ronan. As far as Noah could tell, he’d never left a submissive unsatisfied. Excitement had coiled through Noah, sparking new fantasies that were so intense he often came in his sleep.
    After much agonizing, Noah finally contacted one of the subs privately, hoping to be connected with Master Ronan. Sadly, he said Ronan wasn’t around anymore. Crushed, Noah thought he’d waited too long. He was furious with himself for his hesitation. If only he’d acted rather than agonized. But then he’d met Tony. Noah had been chatting with a fellow sub about outfits when Tony popped in to talk about leather, which was his specialty. Tony made custom-fitted leather outfits for motorcycle riders and BDSM enthusiasts. After a long night of sharing secrets, Noah won Tony’s confidence, and Tony admitted that he knew Ronan personally.
    Noah had been so excited he could barely contain himself. He had to meet Tony and get Ronan’s information from him. To that end, Noah said he wanted to buy custom leathers. As a professional, Tony was happy to meet with him. For the three days before their get-together, Noah had been nothing but raw nerves. He couldn’t sleep and couldn’t eat. About all he could think about was that he was going to meet a pervert in real life. This was no casual Internet chat where Noah could hide behind the name Blue-Eyed Surrender. What if Tony tried to molest him right out in public? Sure, he’d read about negotiating a scene, but that didn’t mean everyone followed the rules. Noah had purchased a can of pepper spray and kept it ready in his suit pocket.
    Determined to be as safe as he could, Noah had arranged to meet Tony in a local sport-themed restaurant and bar. The suggestion had been to protect him from Tony touching him during the meeting or following him once he left. The place was on the other side of town from where Noah worked as an accountant. Also, the place was the type of establishment he never frequented. No one would recognize him there, and the place would be filled with lunch-hour people and therefore safe.
    Noah had gotten to the bar an hour early so he could order a drink and try to calm down. He ended up feel horribly nauseated and almost barfed up his banana daiquiri. Girl drinks were supposed to taste like candy, but that didn’t mean they stayed down once they were down. When Tony came in wearing the leather hat he said he’d be sporting, Noah realized he wasn’t a drooling pervert slouching around in a trench coat. Tony was just an average, everyday kind of man. He appeared to be somewhere in his forties. He had a