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Olivia pointed to a box of glasses. “Those need to be washed and stacked. And while you do that, you can tell me all about Peter.”

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CARRIE was halfway through filling drawers in one of the playrooms with new toys and safer-sex supplies, when Peter stepped into the room and she caught him watching her.

She stopped mid task and stared at him. He’d changed from his suit into faded denim jeans that hugged his hips, and a skin-tight black t-shirt that showed off every inch of rigid muscle beneath it. She wanted to lock the door and peel him out of it.

“Undressing me with your eyes. I like it. That bodes well for our conversation.”

She brushed a strand of hair from her face. “What conversation would that be?”

“The one where we talk about you belonging to me for a few days.”

She swallowed as he closed the distance between them. He plucked a pack of condoms out of her hand, setting them aside.

“Oh. That.”

He leaned down and kissed her tenderly. “Yep. That. Still game?”

She blew out a breath. “Yeah. I’m down for it. But I’m not sure where to begin.”

“Maybe we start with you telling me what scares you most about the idea of submission.”

She bit her lip. “What makes you think it’s fear and not a lack of desire?”

He cupped her cheek. “So defensive, little one. Relax. If your reactions to my dominance during our adventure with Darci the other night are any indication, I don’t think there’s a lack of desire there.”

He wasn’t wrong, damn it.

“I’m scared of ruining a good thing. I like what we have. What if I’m not the right sub for you? I’m a control freak, Peter. And you are too. That seems like a recipe for disaster.”

He fisted a hand into her messy ponytail, loosening the elastic and sending her heart rate soaring as he backed her against the wall. He separated her thighs with his knee and dipped a hand into her jeans.

“Your wet little cunt tells me a completely different story. I think she’ll make you be such a good girl for me that you can’t imagine anything else once you’ve discovered all the ways I can make you come if you just say, ‘Yes, Sir.’”

She dragged in a shaky breath as his finger found her clit and rubbed in circles.

There was no doubt in her mind he was right, but she had to get control again. She couldn’t let him prove to be right this quickly.

“Stop. Please.” It came out needier than she wanted it to, but his hand was back in view the instant the words left her mouth.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

She rested her forehead on his chest.

“No. It’s not that. That was hot. But… I need to understand some things. I… What about punishment?”

His face distorted in confusion. “What do you mean, little one?”

“Isn’t discipline a major part of D/s?”

Peter glanced around the small play room and took her hand and led her to a small love seat in the corner.

“It can be. But it doesn’t have to be.”

“Where does it fall for you?”

He slipped an arm around her. “I get the sense that this is a big deal for you, so I want to handle with care.”

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