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typical politician, liked to
talk. “If it will take some of your pain away. You’re our only
witness to the serial killer, Brandilynn. Your welfare is
paramount.” He pulled me against his chest.
    “How kind of you to make such a
sacrifice.” My sarcasm got lost in the breathiness of my voice.
He’d taken control, something I’ve always been very responsive to.
Despite everything, I softened against his power.
    “You’re a sub, aren’t you my
dear?”
    My knees turned to water. Oh darn, oh
darn, oh darn. “Yes Sir,” I whispered, automatically identifying
him as a Dom. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Some kinds
of trouble couldn’t be gotten out of.
    “A sub?” Dan stood behind me, his hands
closing on my waist.

    Tristan’s eyes never left mine. He held
me pinned to the spot with his gaze. “A submissive. Have you ever
tried BDSM, Dan?”
    “Drugs were never my thing.”
    Tristan barked laughter. “Oh my,
Brandilynn. We have a vanilla on our hands.”
    I could hear the slow anger creeping
into Dan’s voice. “English, Tristan.”
    “Don’t be insulted, my friend.
Brandilynn, tell us your kink.”
    I wondered what Dan would think. Maybe
I wouldn’t have two men at once after all. Too bad. “My needs are
of the lighter variety. I like bondage and being
spanked.”
    I liked other things too, but I thought
we’d start with the easy stuff.
    “Mmm-hmm,” Tristan said, his eyes
evaluating me with a kind of glee. “That will work for me. I’m not
a sadist. Are you a well-behaved sub or a brat?”
    “I am what my Master wishes,” I said.
My insides turned warm and melty with anticipation.
    “I’m feeling like being obeyed to the
letter today. What do you think, Dan?”
    “Are we talking about tying her up? Is
that the kind of thing you have going here?”
    “You can tie her up if you wish. Or
simply order her around.”
    “And you don’t mind that,
Brandilynn?”
    Bless his heart, I heard the concern in
Dan’s voice. “May I turn around, Sir?” I asked Tristan, my head –
my entire body – already into the scene.
    “Yes. Tell Dan what he needs to
know.”
    I faced Dan, delighted to see he’d
pitched a tent in his pants. Maybe he had dominant tendencies. A
girl could hope.
    “I am a submissive, Sir. In my case
that means I derive sexual satisfaction out of being controlled by
my Dominant. You can tie me, cuff me, or restrain me in order to
take whatever pleasure you wish from my body. If I misbehave, you
can punish me with a spanking or by tormenting me
sexually.”
    “Tormenting?” The bulge in his pants
looked as if it would burst through the seams.
    “Getting me excited but not allowing me
to orgasm.” I shivered. “I will obey your every order. I’m yours to
command to bring you every sexual pleasure you desire.”
    “What if I want something you
don’t?”
    “Then I’ll use my safeword. If I say
the word ‘sharkbait’, you know you’ve gone beyond my limits.
Everything stops immediately.”
    He snorted laughter.
“Sharkbait?”
    I grinned. “As in, ‘if you don’t stop
now, I’ll be on you like Jaws chomping on a naked
swimmer.’”
    Tristan chimed in. “Her submission is a
gift, Dan. She’s giving you control over her, for your pleasure and
hers.”
    Dan’s eyes widened. He licked his lips.
“And you’re okay with that, Brandilynn? Really?”

    “Yes Sir. I’m very okay with
that.”
    He blew out a long breath.
“Damn.”
    I winced. I hate profanity, but I had
gone to that place in my head where it wasn’t my place to protest.
I had handed all control to the two men. Dan and I would discuss
how a man should talk around a lady after playtime
ended.
    Tristan’s voice was as smooth as
butter, yet as commanding as a five-star general. “I’ll start so
you can get an idea of what it’s all about. Join in when you’re
comfortable. Brandilynn, think about being naked.”
    I did as he told me, and just like that
I didn’t have a stitch of clothes