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knew it wasn’t the best manners to shovel his food, but he couldn’t wait to get Carmen home.
    He noticed she barely picked at her food. “Is it okay?” He indicated the lobster tail and vegetables on her plate.
    “It’s fine. My appetite is… I don’t know.” She struggled to explain, but he knew exactly what she was feeling. Excitement, arousal, perhaps even some trepidation. He felt it too. The sparks between them electrified the air. In short order Natron asked for the check and a to-go box. Then he paid and ushered her to his waiting car, ignoring the prying eyes that followed them through the restaurant.
    He opened the car door for her and bent to kiss her. Tilting her heart-shaped face to his, he captured those velvet lips of hers into a long, sensuous kiss. As he explored her mouth, she met his ardor with a passion of her own. When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless. Carmen slid into the passenger seat and Natron hurried around to drive them to his place as quickly as possible.
    They fought to control themselves on the way home. Natron held her hand on his thigh, conscious not to let things go any farther until they got to his house. The last thing he needed was a sexually induced car accident. Once he’d parked the car in the garage, he practically pulled her out of the car and inside the house. Most of the lights were off, and he flicked a few hallway switches to illuminate their path to his bedroom.
    Carmen had never been in this part of his house. She looked around curiously.
    “Well, what do you think?” he asked. He’d hired fancy, big-name designers to decorate the place, and though he loved it, he realized he wanted her to like it too.
    “It’s beautiful,” she gushed.
    “Thanks. Now, I think it’s time to get down to business.” He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins already. His cock had joined the party, but his own pleasure would have to wait. Right now he needed to do some training to break in his new sub.
    They stood in the middle of the bedroom between his massive mahogany four-poster bed and the fireplace with a big screen television mounted above it. Two oversized chairs were positioned behind them, and Natron settled himself in one of them to watch. “Take off your clothes,” he said.
    “Right here?” she squeaked.
    “Right here,” he said, relishing her discomfort.
    “I’ll need help with my zipper, okay?”
    “Sure. Come here.”
    She walked toward him, turned and bent down so that he could reach the top of her dress.
    He unzipped her dress and pushed the straps off her shoulders so that the garment fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and bent to pick it up.
    “Leave it. Now the bra.”
    Her back was to him as she unfastened the lacy pink bra and dropped it on the floor.
    “Panties,” he said, his breath becoming slightly more labored.
    She pulled them down to the floor and stood awkwardly, shifting her weight from her left foot to her right, then back again.
    “Turn around.”
    Though he hated to lose the view of her juicy ass and curvaceous hips, he was deeply rewarded when he saw her bountiful breasts, nipples hard, jutting toward him and the small strip of brown fuzz hovering just above her pussy.
    “Lovely.”
    “Thank you,” she said, still fidgeting.
    “Try to be still. You don’t need to be nervous. You look beautiful,” he said, doing his best to reassure her. “When we play tonight, I’m going to explain some things. Instead of giving you a bunch of lectures, I’m just gonna talk as we go.”
    She nodded.
    “When you wanna talk to me, you should call me Daddy. If that’s too weird at first, you can say ‘sir.’ Make sense?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Good. You can have a safeword. Do you know what that is?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Okay, what’s your safeword going to be?”
    “I don’t know.” He could tell by the way she chewed on her bottom lip that she was nervous. It would be strange if she