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other two people that don’t agree on politics or religion.”
    She smiled slightly at that, although she wasn’t sure it was so simple. You could try to draw the parallels. Lots of people thought their prayers changed outcomes. Heck, she agreed with them. She didn’t think it was all that different from magic either, but she didn’t expect to get equal treatment from anyone, including the man in front of her. She wasn’t prepared to give up, either. At least the turn of subject had eased the ache in her pussy and the tightness in her nipples. Just sitting there that turned on would have been hard.
    “There was something about you, though, that indicated that you might be a sexual submissive. The way you objected to being called ma’am and Ms. Clarke indicated to me you probably weren’t a domme. The way you looked away when I said I didn’t mind being called sir suggested to me it might be more than that. So I thought I’d take a chance and see if maybe we had something in common by being different. Two sides of the same coin, if you will. Because I am a dominant. I like to be in control in the bedroom and sometimes outside it too. And I thought it was very possible that we two would fit together.”
    So much for relaxing and getting less aroused. But her heart had quit pounding so hard at least. His frankness let her anxiety subside.
    “Have you ever submitted to anyone before?” he asked.
    She thought of asking him what made him think she was going to submit now, but she already had the moment she knelt and offered him the wine. The answer to his question was clear enough. “No.”
    “Then I’m going to go very slow and be very explicit.” He glanced at the watch on his left wrist. “I want you to submit to me for an hour. During that time, I will expect you to do what I say and to let me do to you what I want to do. If you feel at any time that I’ve gone too far, you will say your safe word. Do you know what a safe word is?”
    “It’s a word that when I say it, you stop and don’t play with me anymore.” Her heartbeat quickened again. She didn’t want to say the word, whatever it was. This might be her only chance, although she supposed she could work on that profile on the networking site and maybe even try to contact a dom herself.
    “Correct.”
    She remembered a scene from a book she read. “But to stop me from saying it, you won’t ever play with me again, so I have to mean it.”
    He frowned, and for a moment she thought he was cross with her. “Um, no. If you say it, I will stop doing whatever I’m doing, release you from any bondage, make sure you are physically okay, then make sure that you are emotionally okay. And then we will talk, out of role, no ‘Sir’ or anything like that. If you wish, we’ll continue from that point, perhaps with modifications that we’ve negotiated. If you wish me to leave your house, that would be your decision. If you want me to stay and hold you, I’ll do that too.”
    “Sounds like I have a lot of power.” She wasn’t sure whether she liked that better or not. But muscles in her arms and shoulders she hadn’t even realized were tight were starting to relax.
    “You do have power. But giving it all up, especially your first time, is like trying your first trapeze act without a net. You need that power, Marisa. Trust me. I’ll take plenty. I’m not going to ask you what your limits are, because you probably don’t know yet. Instead, we’re going to take it relatively easy, and I’ll tell you the things I might do, and you can tell me if anything is objectionable. I’m not going to bind you this time, but I might hold your wrists behind your back with my hand. I’ll certainly want to remove some of your clothes.”
    “Nothing you haven’t seen already, I suppose,” she said, trying to sound as if she’d done this a hundred times, which was silly because he already knew she hadn’t.
    He nodded. “I’ll take that as permission. I will