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recorded books. He was saying something about technique that sounded cold to her and lifeless and empty of passion. But his touch had been anything but cold.
    He returned to whisper in her ear. “Is that okay?”
    She hadn’t heard a word he’d said. Had no idea of what she’d be agreeing to. She hesitated.
    “You’ve been zoning out, haven’t you?”
    “Yes.”
    He ran the tip of a riding crop along her shoulder. “I’d like to see how you go with this. May I?”
    No, said her fear. But what came from her mouth was, “Yes.” She wanted to know how it would feel. She was sure she would hate it. She loved the feeling he’d given her, but she hated that he’d done it by flogging her. If he hurt her enough, she’d be able to push him away without a worry. Be able to mark the whole thing down as a bad experience and never go back again.
    It would be so easy to hate him. What kind of man wanted to whip women anyway? And yet Colby sounded like such a perfectly reasonable, even compassionate human being.
    “May I take your skirt off?” The microphone was back on, she noted.
    She shrugged. “Sure.”
    Her skirt was held on by elastic at the top. He caressed her sides and then slipped his hands under the band. He pushed down. His touch on her hips was electric. She wanted those hands on her ass. Or on her pussy. What am I thinking? He is so not my type.

Chapter Two
    Colby Brock knew what he liked in women. He wanted curves. He wanted lust. He wanted an ability to handle and eroticize pain. And he wanted to keep them at a reasonable distance.
    Dylan had tried to steer him to a slender redhead, and he wanted someone who had a bit more padding. When the man he presumed was Sophia’s boyfriend put her hand up, he figured she’d be perfect. She was already in the kind of relationship where she could be volunteered for things like this, for one thing, so he didn’t have to worry about emotional attraction. He shouldn’t, anyway, when he was just doing a demo, but it had happened before. And Sophia was the perfect shape—both for his own personal enjoyment and for taking what he had to give. She had a nice big ass that would cushion the blows, and her back was broad.
    He’d been careful not to show his surprise on finding out she was a complete novice. He’d have a talking-to with the boyfriend who thought it was smart to stick her hand up. But he was enjoying working with her. She was alive, vibrant, and fresh. It had been a long time since he’d played with a newbie. Due to his reputation in the BDSM scene, there generally wasn’t a lack of experienced subs who wanted to play with him. He preferred them because they were less likely to try to get involved with him; they wanted a hot scene and nothing more.
    In any case, he’d return Sophia to her boyfriend, give the man a few tips on how to play and how not to treat a sub, and hopefully they’d be off to a better life together.
    In the meantime, he was going to enjoy the feel of her skin.
    His hands lingered on her legs a moment longer than was strictly necessary to remove the skirt, and he smiled at discovering she wasn’t wearing any panties. He let the skirt drop to the ground and stooped to pick it up as she kicked it back.
    He wasn’t going to start her ass on the crop. Maybe with a very experienced masochist, but not with Sophia. He hadn’t been lying about her energy, and she’d taken everything he’d been dishing out remarkably well, but still. He picked up the flogger again and swished it against her backside. “We’ll start you off gentle,” he said.
    “Gee, thanks.”
    He suppressed a chuckle at her response. No Thank you, Sir from her.
    Despite his direction, she wasn’t perfectly still. She swayed from side to side as if hearing her own private music, and he took the rhythm of that and incorporated it into his flogging. He’d beaten so many asses he could do it by rote, so his gaze drifted over her body briefly. God, she was distracting.