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lot of different kind of tears then, although the sensation when he rubbed that big hand against the silk of her panties distracted her somewhat and awoke something deep in her core.
    Andrew pulled her up and stood her on her feet directly in front of him, her skirt falling to decorously cover her again. He held her until she was steady before releasing his hold. “That’s what a sub gets for self-deprecating comments, Fiona. Your love interest may have changed his mind. I wouldn’t know. But you didn’t, and you were hurt by his actions. You are not stupid. You are a loving, courageous woman who took a chance to seek what you needed. Am I making myself clear?”
    Fiona nodded and then hastened to answer out loud. “Yes. Sir. Clear.”
    “Very good. Now, I was going to assign you a house Dom, but I’ve changed my mind.”
    Fiona’s heart sank. He wasn’t going to accept her after all. She had screwed it up. There were other Clubs, but this one seemed the best choice for her, and this man seemed more like a father figure, although without any weird, sick stuff attached to such a role.
    “You’re overthinking, Fiona.”
    She looked at him, startled. He just kept reading her. “I’m sorry.”
    “You may well be. I’m going to train you, little one, and I’m an excellent Dom. My wife is pregnant again, and we don’t play while she’s in that condition. I assure you I do not cheat on my spouse, and seeing as you’re not consenting to either vaginal or anal intercourse, it seems a good match. There will be no oral sex either.”
    A sense of calm came over Fiona. She had resigned herself to learning how to give blow jobs because it seemed they were something every man wanted, but she’d rather learn with someone she cared about. And having the anal sex off the table was now a relief, too. She didn’t know what kind of a submissive she would turn out to be, but she was happy to put herself in this man’s capable hands. There would be no sex to nurture with love and commitment, but the other experiences might make up for the lack. She certainly wasn’t doing this for Dave or because of him. She was doing this for herself. And if she said it often enough, it would make it come true.
    “I don’t think you really know what you want, Fiona, or what you think this process will give you, but I believe I’ll be able to help you sort it out. I’ll expect you here tomorrow night at eight. Be prompt.”
    Fiona ducked her head. “Yes, Sir.”
    He placed a hand in the small of her back and eased her out the door he opened for her. And she was on a very different path if she didn’t chicken out before tomorrow night. At eight.
     
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    Unleashed felt different than Alistair’s Club, although she hadn’t been past the front area she’d naively thought was some kind of group-therapy room. She choked back a giggle at the thought, full of both excitement and anxiety. She’d had no idea what to wear for her first night in training. Her secretarial job’s wardrobe hadn’t offered any inspiration, so Fiona had made a hasty shopping trip to the local mall. She picked out some nice panties in a pretty shade of blue and covered them with a short leather skirt she found on a remainder rack. It barely covered her bottom, but it seemed to fit the ambiance of a BDSM club. The top she found was like one she’d seen a woman wearing as she served beer in a tavern that hearkened back to the 1800s. Its wide neckline fell off her shoulders, and the strapless bra with the heavy-duty boning pushed her small breasts up and against the silky fabric with its intricate lacing. All in all, Fiona felt she didn’t stand out like a sore thumb amongst the other members.
    Most of the men wore leathers, although there were some wearing far less, and she studiously avoided looking at male parts that weren’t covered. Those guys were with other men or women who had that Andrew look about them, and she realized the guys being displayed