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she’d just been with.
    She glanced up. He stood there, holding an uncapped bottle of water.
    Somewhere along the line, he’d removed the cowboy hat. Now that she saw his whole face, he looked even more implacable. His short, dark hair was swept back from his deeply lined forehead. His rich brown eyes were penetrating, as if they saw into her, past the outer façade that almost everyone, including her family, knew, and into the inner depths she revealed to no one.
    “Drink some of this.” He extended the bottle.
    Her hand shook as she accepted. Several drops of water splashed over the side. After managing a few sips, she offered it back and swiped her hand across her mouth before resuming the correct position.
    “Parsley?” he asked.
    “No chance, Sir. I hate the stuff.”
    “There’s no shame in stopping this,” he said. “Many people find they want something lighter, that they’re not cut out for anything other than an occasional scene. That’s a perfectly viable option.”
    “Even if people rarely indulge, aren’t there still expectations?”
    “There are. But not all Doms are as firm as I am about inspections and impeccable service. As long as you’re somewhat well behaved, you’ll satisfy most people you play with.”
    “But right now I will not satisfy the most discerning Doms, Sir.” Like Master Evan C .
    “True. But not everyone expects perfection. Many people who play are satisfied with the illusion. They want to beat someone and get their cock sucked or pussy licked.”
    While they’d been talking, her heart rate had returned to normal. Sweat had dried on her body. And she’d mostly managed to corral her thoughts.
    “So you want to continue on?”
    “I may be a slow learner, Sir, but I am learning. You won’t have to repeat that lesson. Yes, please, I’d like to continue on. Thank you for the water, and for the two inspection examples.”
    “If you had more experience, girl, I wouldn’t have gone so easy on you.”
    “Easy, Sir?”
    “It could have involved a cane, perhaps an oversized plug or dildo in your anus, clamps on your cunt to hold the labia apart, having your mouth opened with a dental gag and maybe being washed out with soap. You could have been manhandled considerably worse.”
    No doubt what he said was true. She shivered, despite the blanket. “Thank you, thank you, thank you for going easy on me, Sir.”
    “You still have the chance to back out.”
    “Thank you, Sir.” She was resolved. She’d shown up here tonight hoping for exactly this. In her life she’d often found that things that seemed easy at first turned out to be more difficult than she could have imagined. But she’d also discovered the things she worked hardest for were the most rewarding in the end.
    “In that case, lie down on that table for a supine inspection.” He removed the blanket from her and said, “Hands at your sides. Feet flat on the surface about shoulder-width apart. Knees upraised. Some Doms may do this on the floor, or a bed, or a table top. A kitchen table is perfect if he or she has company.”
    She blinked. For some reason, when she thought of this, she assumed the Dom would be male.
    “It can be enjoyable to either watch someone else use the sub or to have others see him do the inspection. A bit of voyeurism. For now, we’ll keep it between us.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    This time she knew what to expect, so that had to make things easier.
    As she’d seen Brandy do, Chelsea took a few deep breaths to centre herself. It surprised her that she was able to relax while knowing he was watching.
    Master Alexander squeezed and kneaded her breasts and she moaned. Instead of releasing her, he changed his grip so that he could flatten her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. It felt as if he’d trapped her in a vice. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered. Knowing what to expect hadn’t made it easier. Even though he was doing essentially the same things, he was doing them