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assume the submissive role. When we are out of the club, if there is no risk or little risk of being seen, you will assume the role. If I choose to invite you to my home, from the moment you enter until you leave, you will submit to me as your Dom. Is this agreeable?”
    He watched her carefully. It wasn’t much, a slight upward twitch of her lips, but it was there. “Yes, Sir.”
    “You’ve noted red, yellow, and green as your safewords. Please tell me what each means to you.”
    “Red means stop. It is for when a scene needs to end. If a hard limit is approached, it is to be used before it being reached,” she said. “Yellow means a discussion is needed. It means I’m not comfortable with something, and I may need to put a stop to it, but it is still negotiable if we can come to an understanding we find mutually agreeable. Green means all is good, and play can continue, Sir.”
    “I want you to come to trust me in all things, and sometimes, I may push your limits, but I will not cross them. If however, you feel the need to use your safewords, I will respect them and act accordingly.” The scent of her arousal was making it difficult to concentrate. Her nipples were poking against the thin fabric of her dress. He had to get through this so they could move on to more pleasurable tasks.
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “You’ve noted breath, fire, and knife play are all hard limits. Is there any room for negotiation for any of those?” He watched her squirm a little but waited for her response.
    She took a breath, then another and lowered her gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry, Sir, those are hard limits. I will not negotiate those.”
    “Good. That’s what I needed to hear.” He reached over and lifted her chin so she could look at him. “Never allow anyone to cross them.”
    She gave a little nod. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Now, let’s finish this so we can get to the fun stuff, shall we?”
    ***
    Joy let the air she’d been holding out of her lungs out in a whoosh. She couldn’t believe it. Black Velvet was a BDSM club, and Warren would be her new Master. Being placed in a submissive role in front of the pack had been her only real point of contention, but when he didn’t balk at her request to keep it in the club or in private, the rest of her reservations melted away. Now all that was needed was the new copy of the contract, with all the amendments added in, which Warren had stepped out to get, and they were free to play.
    When he entered the room minutes later without the documents, her heart sank. Maybe they wouldn’t be playing tonight after all. “There seems to be a technical issue preventing us from printing the new contracts,” he said, and her heart plummeted further. “If, however, you are willing to give verbal consent to everything we discussed, we can proceed. Otherwise, we will have to wait for another day.”
    “Who do I need to speak to, Sir?” she said as she rose to her feet. After more than seven months of having no one to please her but herself, she was more than ready to get things rolling.
    He smiled approvingly at her, and her heart started racing. Being Warren’s sub was what she and her wolf needed. “No one. All you have to do is turn to the camera and voice your willingness to move forward before the actual signing of the agreement.”
    She looked up at the camera. “I would like to proceed prior to signing the contract, provided all the stipulations and amendments we discussed are respected,” she said in a clear voice.
    “Good girl. Now come.” He led her from the room down a long hallway to a huge set of double doors with two guards posted in front. “Unless I tell you otherwise, I expect you to walk next to me on my left side. If once we’ve entered the club, you see something you do not wish to see, you will let me know in a calm and courteous manner that will not be offensive to anyone around us. Also, until I get to know your preferences, if you would like to stop and