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anything.”
    “Did you purchase this dress for me or did it belong to…” Her voice drifted off as she waved a hand in the air but he knew what she was implying.
    “I purchased it especially for you, baby. I think I judged your size perfectly.”
    She smiled happily. “Thank you, Aaron, it is beautiful. I would never have chosen something so daring, in fact I would never have believed that I could pull an outfit like this off.”
    “Don’t underestimate your sex appeal, Serena,” he responded, cupping her chin and tilting her head up so her eyes met his. “In fact, right now I’m kicking myself for providing you with a dress that has every man in this place salivating for you. I have already had to warn off one man, I don’t want to have to warn off another—just remember that you belong to me,” he finished softly.
    He could tell that Serena was confused. It was time to re-establish the rules of a D/s relationship.
    “I realise that it wasn’t your doing, baby. I know you didn’t deliberately act to generate so much attention, but I’m just reminding you that as your Dom you act to please me and please me alone unless I tell you otherwise.” He kissed her gently to take the harshness off his words.
    He couldn’t quite believe his feelings of possessive jealousy. With his previous subs he had been a controlling dominant. Nevertheless, he had never had any qualms about sharing his subs provided that they had agreed, but, unusually for him, he didn’t want to share Serena. The other night with Jack had been a one-off to test her, but the thought of another man touching her sent him into a rage. He was going to take her to the Arena, however he had already decided that they wouldn’t stay long. After his run-in with Griff he did not want to put temptation in the way of any other Doms.
    * * * *
    Serena was excited. Aaron had mentioned the Arena briefly before and something underlying his words had made her think of something dangerous and forbidden.
    The Arena was exactly as its name suggested—a large, round platform-type stage equipped with all manner of BDSM apparatus. The area directly surrounding the Arena was furnished with spanking benches, crosses and bondage stocks and other equipment that Serena had never seen before. Further back were booths and seating for voyeurs of the BDSM play.
    It was busy. People dressed in leather and latex mingled and gathered around the BDSM equipment. A man was being bound to the main Saint Andrew’s cross by a sexily clad Domme. The man wore a wide black, leather collar around his neck. Attached to the collar were two chains which were clamped to his nipples. He wore nothing but a pair of black leather shorts. He was well-built and muscular which was at odds with his obviously submissive role.
    Serena watched enthralled as the woman picked up a flogger and started to flog the man’s back. He writhed against his restraints and grunted each time the flogger struck his flesh. Another woman stepped in, grabbed the man by the back of his head, thrust her breasts at him, compelling him to suck her nipples.
    There was a naked woman being spanked by her Dom. She wriggled on his lap and moaned in ecstasy each time his wide palm struck her substantial backside.
    Yet another man was bound, naked to a cross while a man dressed in a full black latex suit was dripping melted wax onto his chest.
    Everywhere Serena looked there was BDSM play taking place with men and women in various states of undress. It was overwhelming and assailing her senses.
    “Come,” Aaron demanded, taking her hand and tugging her in the direction of a booth where he sat and pulled Serena down next to him so she was seated by his side.
    He slung an arm around her shoulder and slipped a hand into her dress and started to caress her breast. Serena sighed and relaxed against him, allowing her body to press closely to his. As she gazed at the scenes playing out in the Arena, she noticed a tall, attractive man