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bed. And she likes it when I spank her."
    I tense my jaw and let my hands fall to my sides. "Did you ever use a safeword at home?"
    "We trust each other—"
    "Not what I asked, Brayden." Under my glare, he shrinks visibly and lowers his gaze as he whispers a no. Deep breaths . I return to Evangeline, ready to teach them something important. But first I need to calm down and make sure they're comfortable. "Will you allow me to do a scene with you?" I ask. "I will only use a flogger."
    " Yes , Sir." She's almost pleading.
    Turning to Brayden, I wait for his response. He's part of this, too.
    "Yes, Sir." He nods quickly. "Please."
    Well, then.
    "I want you to sit down over there." I point to the black leather ottoman in the corner near the curtain. Next I walk behind the cross and pick one of the softer floggers, wishing I could run out and get my own suede one. "And, Brayden?" I speak over my shoulder. "Clothes off." He won't be treated any differently than Evangeline.
    "All of them?" he blurts out.
    I turn to him and stare.
    He gulps. "I mean…yes, Sir."
    "Good pet." With the flogger's handle stuck down into the back pocket of my jeans, I step in front of Evangeline once more. She has her eyes on her undressing boyfriend, but when I snap my fingers, her wide-eyed gaze meets mine. "So beautiful." I touch her cheek. "Are you comfortable?" She replies that she is, and I push the tip of my thumb into her mouth. "Suck." I clench my teeth together, my pants feeling tighter, as she swirls her tongue around my thumb and starts to suck. Seductive little subbie. "Now…" I force myself to create some distance. "Something we take very seriously is 'safe, sane, and consensual'—same goes for honesty. If we're not honest with each other, there won't be any trust. Understand?"
    "Yes, Sir," Evangeline answers, and I look to my side and hear Brayden say the same words , also confirming that they've read about that. As instructed, he's sitting naked on the ottoman, hands gripping the edge of the leather cushion, and a semi-hard cock between his thighs.
    Okay, maybe he's more than "handsome."
    I'm attracted to him, too.
    "But there's more." I go on and face Evangeline as I pull out the flogger. "A lot more." I run the black ends of the flogger over my hand, between my fingers, pleased at the little kitten's reaction. Definitely aroused. "For instance, always use a safeword—even if you've been in a relationship for years." That said, I flick my wrist and let the leather strands make impact on Evangeline's left thigh.
    "Fuck!" she cries out.
    Brayden's breathing picks up.
    Evangeline's chest heaves with each breath, a blush creeping forward, pupils dilating again, and hands balling into fists in her restraints. She's more than all right. It's written all over her gorgeous body.
    "Another rule: don’t cut off any senses when restrained." I flog her again, this time her other thigh, and she cries out once more. "Not when you're new," I amend. "You might not think that gagging is anything serious, but it is if you can't move and you suddenly have a panic attack."
    There are hand signals, squeeze toys, bells…anything to substitute a safeword—it's fucking vital. The next time the flogger's strands whip through the air, they come down on her hip, a couple stray ones landing over the bare mound of her pussy.
    Evangeline chokes on a moan; Brayden groans under his breath. One glance at him tells me he's struggling to keep his hands off his straining cock. Good boy . He obviously knows he needs my permission to touch himself.
    Several lashes later, they're both panting. Evangeline's skin has reddened; I know she's very sensitive now. By the look of her wet pussy and constricted nipples, I also know she's desperate for an orgasm. She keeps trying to rub her thighs together, but with her restrained ankles, that’s impossible.
    "Mark?" Damn. Simon . On the other side of the curtain.
    " What ?" I wipe my brow, hoping he'll disappear quickly. I hate