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exasperation in the big Dom’s voice. He expected her total focus, so she gave it to him.
    “I wanted to ask you a couple of questions. I note that one of your hard boundaries is no intercourse, but you aren’t eschewing anal sex.”
    There was no questioning inflection in his voice, simply a statement of fact, but Fiona hurried to answer. “I really thought about all those questions and preferences and boundaries, Sir. But I find I can’t imagine having sexual relations with someone I’m not personally involved with.”
    “Anal sex is intensely personal, Miss Lambert. It’s often considered a form of claiming. Considering your explanation, I’m changing that to anal play.”
    Fiona found herself nodding. She hadn’t thought about it that way, but the information she’d read made it sound really sexy and pleasurable when she would never have imagined it. Once again her ability to open her mind had given her insight into opportunities that she might never have considered before. She secretly thought she was kind of a pervert, and the opportunity to explore that side of herself in safety was too much to pass up, even if it was going to cost her all of her savings for a membership. And anal sex had sounded dirty enough to punish her for even considering it and far enough removed from the act of love her parents spoke so highly of. Fiona staunchly told that little voice in her head that she wasn’t doing this to become the perfect submissive to Dave’s perfect Dom. She also convinced herself that her fantasy of walking into Alistair’s Club on the arm of some wonderful Dom and showing Dave what he had thrown away wasn’t something she thought about at all.
    “Miss Lambert? Fiona?” Crap, she was crying, and right in front of Andrew Wright. She scrabbled frantically in the depths of her bag for some tissues and suddenly found herself cuddled onto his lap, her head tucked beneath his chin, the steady beat of his heart calming her. He handed her a bunch of tissues, and she mopped her face and blew her nose, dropping the soiled wad into the garbage can he kicked out from beneath his desk for her.
    “I’m sorry.” She didn’t know what else to say.
    “You are accepted here as a member, Fiona. There is nothing in the paperwork to exclude you. But you need to tell me the real reason you came, and do not lie to me, or you won’t like the consequence.”
    Fiona gulped and tried to gather her thoughts even as her belly cramped at the silky threat in his voice. “I’m intrigued by the lifestyle. I read about it in some of my romance novels, ‘erotica,’ I guess you’d call it. I want to be mastered. It feels right. I don’t know about outside of the bedroom, although I want a strong, capable man there, too, but one who listens to me and considers my opinion.”
    She stopped there, hoping it would be enough for this perceptive man, but he just held her and waited. The fact that he wasn’t looking into her face made her wonder how prescient he was, and then she realized he was as adept at reading body language as actually reading facial expressions, and reading between the spoken lines. She tried to tell him. “I thought I’d found that man. He let me say it, that I loved him, and he just stood there and looked at me like I’d said something totally stupid. Better he slapped me. He had changed, and I hadn’t, and I guess I am stupid.”
    Fiona found herself upended, her nose about a foot from the lovely Oriental carpet in the Dom’s office. He trapped her legs between his even as he pulled her little flirty skirt up to her waist. Fiona opened her mouth to scream and tell him to stop whatever it was he was doing or ask him what the heck he was doing. Something. Anything. Then his hand came down on her buttocks, nearly covering them with the size and heat of his palm. It stung like fury, and the accompanying smacking sound echoed in the room. She shrieked, and he spanked her again and again. Fiona cried a whole