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safety seriously here.”
    Just hearing his voice again caused Ronnie’s nipples to peak, and her breath to catch. He’d always had a deep voice, but it had gained some rasp over the years, and the growl was absolutely delicious.
    “Those of you who have played before, or who have knowledge of the lifestyle might notice a few things are different here. First off, we don’t make all the subs or bottoms use the labels Master or Mistress,” Adam said, snapping her attention back to center stage. “Sir, Ma’am, or even M’lady are titles most often used. You might hear a bottom calling a Top Master or Mistress, but if you do, that’s between them. It’s not a must here at Overwatch. As Ian said, what is a must here is respect. It doesn’t matter if you’re a Top or bottom, sub or Dom, voyeur or third in a party of three, everyone gets respect.”
    One of the flaws in Ronnie’s fantasy had always been having to call someone Master. She’d never been into it, and hearing that it wasn’t required was a huge relief.
    “You might also wonder what the club safe word is,” he said. “We use the stoplight system here. Red means stop; yellow, caution; and green, go. For those doing BDSM, those are the club safewords. In this club, there are also some who do not practice BDSM, so when not in a negotiated scene, it’s simple. No means no. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Some might call what we’re doing play, but it’s not. It’s real, and the consequences—emotional, psychological, and physical—are real. So be real. Role-playing can be exciting, and rough sex can be … intense. Cursing, swearing, screaming, and fighting back — it’s all good. We also understand that within the scene, ‘no’ is not used as a safeword. However, if the bottom or sub calls red, play stops immediately, and the scene is over — as in finished for the evening. The safeword is not to ever be ignored – under any circumstances. If you cannot wrap your head around that then this isn’t the club for you.”
    Adam prowled the stage as he spoke, and excitement pooled in Ronnie’s gut. This guy was for real. They were all for real. This club was for real. No more games, no more wannabes. She was in it for real now.
    At that thought, Ronnie’s gaze automatically swung back to Ian. He stood tall and confident next to the others, not overshadowed by Adam’s intensity in any way, despite being still and silent. The longer she looked at him, the more things started to fall into place in her mind, and heat crept up her neck.
    Ian had been her first crush, the guy who’d caused her first stirrings of desire when she was barely a teenager. It would make sense that her desire for a dominant man stemmed from her adolescent yearnings for him, the good-looking boy next door who’d always been there for her. He hadn’t laughed at her for wanting to play on the all-boys baseball team at school, or for fighting to be able to take shop class instead of home economics. He’d been her first friend when she’d moved out to California, and the first guy to ever kiss her.
    Unfortunately, he’d disappeared from her life after that kiss.

    Ian strode through the club, heading straight for Ronnie. She’d recognized him earlier. Her eyes had widened when he stepped onto the stage, and her cheeks had flushed when he caught her staring at him when one of the others was talking. But since the orientation part of the night was over and the class started mingling, she hadn’t even glanced his way.
    Almost every other person had made an effort to meet him; the Doms introduced themselves with a firm handshake, and the subs batted their lashes over eyes filled with desire. At this point, the desire wasn’t for him personally so much as an experienced Dom, and he didn’t take offense at it. The meet-and-greet portion of the night might seem purely social, but it was really the first step in teaching the attendees how to negotiate the world of the