Page 36 of Worth the Risk

“Yes, sir, but it doesn’t start for three more weeks.”

“They stay full,” Dex confirmed. “But that’s fine, since you’ll be in the capable hands of an experienced dom. And who better to teach you the ways of our club than one of our DMs? You won’t be allowed in the playroom without him until you graduate the class, however.”

“That isn’t a problem,” Dan assured him while Bella shook her head emphatically.

“I’m not going in alone! No way.”

Dex chuckled. “That settles that. Do you have a collar, Dan?”

He patted his pocket. “Right here.”

“Excellent. Then all I need is Bella’s signature, and you can head on in.”

Dex passed her the clipboard. “This is our member’s agreement, Bella. It covers our house rules and states you agree to abide by them while you are here. Read it over carefully and sign the last page.”

She flipped through the six single-spaced front and back pages. Both men stood by silently, their arms crossed similarly while waiting.

“You mean now?” she asked.

“If you’d like time to study it, that’s fine, but you’re limited to the bar and lounge until it’s returned.”

More time might make her more anxious. She was here, dressed for the dungeon, and she didn’t want to disappoint Dan. She skimmed the first page, which identified the parties and defined some of the terminology. It seemed fairly straightforward, even with its legalese.

“It might take me a few minutes,” she warned him.

Dan’s hand slid under her hair, his skin warm against the back of her neck, his fingers giving an encouraging squeeze. “Take all the time you need, Bella.”

The two men chatted quietly as she pored over the contract. Words like obedience, punishment, and public chastisement—yikes—leaped off the page, made her stomach clench in a mini freak-out. But the two pages dedicated to safety and respecting safewords made her feel somewhat better. She just hoped Dan didn’t mind her screaming red, loud enough to be heard back in Jersey.

Ten minutes later, she picked up a pen from his desk and signed.

“No questions?” Dan and Dex asked simultaneously.

“A bazillion, but I trust my dom to teach me everything I need to know.”

Dan tugged on her hair until she was looking up at him. “Fucking brilliant answer, baby,” he murmured, before he kissed her hard and wet and thoroughly.

When he released her, Dex was beaming at them. “You two have made remarkable progress in a short amount of time.” He rose and exchanged the clipboard she held with another stack of papers. “This is your limit list. It needs to be completed for your file. Since you’re obviously with Dan, we don’t need it immediately to help find you a play partner or for interested doms.”

“Damn straight,” her dom exclaimed.

His amused gaze shifted to Dan. “Return it once she has it completed. You’ll help her with that, I assume.”

He nodded, but then seemed to reconsider and took the checklist from her hands. After flipping through the pages, he ripped off the last two and gave them back to Dex. “We’ll start with the beginner’s list and go from there.”

It was his not-so-subtle way of saying he didn’t want the more advanced stuff to freak her out. Smart guy.

“Welcome to the club, Bella.” He crossed to a cabinet and filed her folder in a drawer then turned back to them. “I don’t mean to rush off, but I’m meeting Elena for a rare night where we’re both here, but she’s not due on stage. If you’ll excuse me.”

Master Dex’s long strides took him quickly out the door, leaving her and Dan alone.

Bella gazed up at him. “I guess this means I’m yours, sir.”

The blue in his eyes darkened as he replied, “You were mine before signing on the dotted line, beautiful.”

Was he for real saying things like that? She wanted to kick herself for limiting her dating pool to guys her age. He was confident and romantic and unbelievably good in bed—multiple orgasms good—and she didn’t even mind the bossiness.

Of course, all of that, which made her heart melt and her panties damp, could be exclusive to Dan.

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