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Right on time. Two points for her, he thought sourly. Annoyance burned in his gut at Antonio calling in his favor in this manner. Or someone screwing with the trainee program. Normally he and Z selected trainees from long-standing members of the club, submissives who wanted to immerse themselves deeper into the lifestyle as well as meet unattached Doms.

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Right on time. Two points for her, he thought sourly. Annoyance burned in his gut at Antonio calling in his favor in this manner. Or someone screwing with the trainee program. Normally he and Z selected trainees from long-standing members of the club, submissives who wanted to immerse themselves deeper into the lifestyle as well as meet unattached Doms.

In fact, he might just help her along a bit. The woman stepped into the clubroom and stopped, probably letting her eyes adjust to the dim, candlelike light cast by the wrought-iron sconces. After a second, she strode forward. Tall, muscular woman. He leaned an arm on his bartop and watched her approach. Tight latex pants — very nice over those long legs. Subtle makeup. Only a small crucifix for jewelry. Arrogant posture, chin up.

What the hell kind of sub had Antonio coerced him into taking? Just on first sight, he felt like kicking her out. Most subs would lower their eyes but not this one. Instead her lips tightened slightly, and her chin raised another notch. She slid onto the bar stool and leaned her forearms on the counter. Another aggressive posture. Domme or sub?

Easy enough to find out. Taking his time, he walked out from the bar to stand in front of her — to loom over her. The flash in her eyes said she wanted to rise and put them on a more equal level. He put a finger under her chin and tilted her face up. Her muscles tightened, and she tried to pull away. Pleasure ran through him. Nothing appealed to a Dom more than that instinctive surrender of a body under his hands.

He gripped her hair and held her in place as he stroked one finger over a high cheekbone, across a velvety lip, and down her vulnerable throat…and felt the telling quiver that ran through her. Very nice. He ran his fingers down to the zipper of her biker jacket. Now what might she hide under it? The big, golden brown eyes held trepidation, and her hands clenched despite the papers she held.

She was trying. It took guts to face a strange club and a strange Dom all at once. He felt a twinge of pity, so now half of him wanted to boot her ass out the door, and the other half wanted to cuddle and reassure her.

But neither side would get what it wanted. With a sigh, he released her hair and stepped back. He flattened everything out and started with the medical form — disease free, healthy, on birth control. No problems there. He turned to the next page. Then the trainee rules. He gave her a nod of approval. His good opinion did matter, even if she refused to show it. And why not? He studied her for a moment. Stiff posture, chin up, hands clamped together.

When he reached the negotiation checklist, she stiffened, and her cheeks flushed with obvious embarrassment. Amusement trickled through him, lightening his mood. He might enjoy getting her past that bashfulness. When he met her big eyes, she swallowed. He kept his gaze on hers for a minute. What would those eyes look like glazed with passion, mindless with need? If she stayed.

Male Doms only. That would disappoint Olivia. Next he ran a finger down the questions that focused on pain. Would she whimper or moan?

He studied her face. He smothered a smile. Having more and more trouble staying detached, little sub? But unacceptable. He gave her a level look.

Her gaze dropped instantly. Damn, she was cute. He pulled out a set of trainee cuffs from under the bar. Picking one up, he showed it to her. Even white teeth closed on her lower lip showing how her fears warred with her desires. Her fingers trembled as she laid her wrist in his open palm. The first tentative gift of trust. He smiled at the solid feel of her arm. The firm muscle overlaid a tender pulse hammering away.

He buckled the first cuff on. When her whiskey-colored eyes met his, the unexpectedly vulnerable expression brought his protective Dom instincts roaring to the fore. Did all that crusty posturing of hers hide a little marshmallow inside? The wash of satisfaction at putting her in cuffs surprised him, and he forced himself back to business. Red would indicate you enjoy serious pain such as a hard whipping.

Yellow is for mild. The yellow ribbon simply indicates we can be more creative. Green for sex. A trainee wearing a green ribbon might be given to any Dom here, for either reward…or punishment. Definitely intrigued at the idea.

As was he. What would her expression show when he chained her arms over her head with her legs opened and restrained, baring her to his sight and touch. Would her body quiver? Her eyes dilate? Her pussy turn hot and slick? Her eyes were wide and vulnerable now as he pinned her gaze with his. Do you understand, Andrea? If at any time you wish to leave, you just let me know.

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