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of aftercare tips and two mild painkillers. But it doesn’t look like she'll need any of it.
    "Um, Sir?"
    "Yes?" I turn to Brayden and move my arm from the back of the booth to his shoulders. He hesitates to speak, so I rub my fingers over his neck, letting him know he has my attention. "Take your time, but remember that no question is stupid."
    He looks down. Under the blankets, Evangeline reaches out to grasp his hand. The evidence of their solid bond actually comforts me. These two won't face this alone; they'll do it together. Hell, I remember when I was nineteen and started looking for more than vanilla…the internet sure as hell wasn’t there to help me.
    Eventually, Brayden stops fidgeting and asks his question. "Have you had male subs before?"
    Oh. Not the question I expected, but all right. "Yes." I dip my chin. "I've never been in a relationship with a male sub, but I've played with a few." I think this is something that's bothering him. Playing with a man is most likely new to him and has maybe never even entered his mind before—at least not playing on a sexual level. A scene doesn’t have to be sexual, after all. "Brayden, would you prefer to scene with a Mistress instead?" I do a mental count of the Dommes who are regulars at the club. Judy sometimes invites a man to play with her and her little Elysia. Mistress Meredith loves taking on newbies; she also works here as a DM sometimes. But…I'm not sure where that would leave Evangeline.
    "No. No," he says softly, shaking his head while keeping his eyes downcast. "I liked it—I mean, I didn’t mind when you—" He gulps and his cheeks turn a shade darker. I will my cock to stay down. Not that it's easy. With his vulnerability and Evangeline literally sitting on my cock…fuck. "When Lina and I discussed all this and talked about asking someone for help, it was kind of implied that we'd turn to a male Dom." He shrugs with one shoulder.
    "What else have you discussed?" I'm curious. Something about this submissive couple pulls me in. There's a challenge, and I haven't had one in a long time. I need to be sharp, focused on two people at the same time, and pay attention to everything.
    Like right this very moment, for instance, when Evangeline is subtly tilting her head toward Nicholas and Kayla. She can hear them—hear that Kayla's got her Daddy hard again , that she's sucking him off for all she's worth—and Evangeline wants to see. I feel it in her body, too. The way she shifts, the way her breathing has picked up slightly, and the way she presses her thighs together. Perhaps there's a voyeur in my kitten.
    "Focus right here, subbie," I murmur to her; then I nod for Brayden to answer.
    "We 've talked about limits and stuff," he replies and bites his lip. I can tell he's aware of my hand cupping his neck. "We don’t like edgeplay, and—"
    "Subjective definition," I comment with a little smirk.
    There are gray areas within the entire lifestyle. What's considered edgeplay for one couple might be tame for another. Rules and limits apply to the couple who agrees on them, no one else. That said, there are a few activities involving more danger than others, such as blood play, fire play, and breath play. Nicholas won't allow blood play—which I understand—and he doesn’t have permits for this club to allow fire play, but breath play is now okay as long as a DM is present for the scene.
    Even more difficult to categorize are specific implements. Little Kayla would scream "Danger, danger!" and run for her life at the sight of a cane. Dante's sub would kneel down and propose.
    "Can you tell me what edgeplay means for you?"
    "Too much pain," Evange line chimes in, and Brayden agrees. "We don’t like that. We're not masochists."
    "Ah." I nod. "But edgeplay and masochism are two different things. One describes something you might be, and one is a category of acts involving greater risks." I pause. "For example, have you heard of fire flogging?"
    Brayden gulps;