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friends. This is the first time anyone not
connected to BDSM in some way has been here for the two years since we pitched
in together and bought the island.”
    “That would be different.” Terry took a deep breath, because
she wasn’t entirely sure it would be that different. The backseat of a
car was about as public as she’d ever gotten, or imagined herself getting. And
yet damn it all if the thought didn’t have her tingling. She remembered
wondering what sex would be like on the hood of the car rather than the
backseat. She hadn’t said anything back then because another car drove up. She
fixed her gaze on him. The fact that he was willing to negotiate some had drawn
her in. “And no tying me up in private.”
    “You know, that’s a very sensible rule, in general, and
you’re a very sensible girl.”
    “So, agreed?” she pressed.
    “No.”
    “No? Why no?” I should tell him to take it or leave it. But
she wanted to know.
    “Because it’s a sensible rule in the city, but it’s not a
sensible rule here. You’re on an island. There’s a boat, granted, but I have
the keys. It’s a hundred and fifty kilometers to the mainland with tons of
jellyfish, and I don’t care how good a swimmer you are, you could never make
it. So you’re trapped, from the start. You’re not any less or more trapped if
you’re tied up. If I’m the kind of person that’s going to go crazy because you
can’t run, scream, what have you— Well, you’re fucked from the start, aren’t
you?”
    She hadn’t thought of it that way. And now that he’d said
it, she wished she hadn’t. “There’s Gallagher. He’s here.”
    “And he’d protect you? From me?” He laughed.
    “He’s bigger than you.”
    “I’m meaner. And I’ve had years of training I very much
doubt he has.”
    “I don’t know what training he has. And neither do you.”
    He shook his head. “There’s a way people carry themselves
when they know how to fight. Especially when they’re challenged, as he was at
the dinner table. He should have been trying to figure out how he was going to
get up and set himself, but instead he was trying to decide if he could sit
there and hope I wouldn’t do anything. He decided to run. Like it or not,
Terry, all the power here is mine, and you are a very captive audience. But,”
he spread his palms, “I would never take advantage of that without you agreeing
to it. I’d give you a safe word. You know what a safe word is?”
    “It’s a word that if I said it, you’re supposed to stop.”
    “I knew you weren’t too innocent.” He grinned at her.
    “I’m not exactly a slut either.”
    “But you can be with me. You will be. Or,” he shrugged, “you
can go enjoy the toys in your bedroom by yourself. There’s enough to keep you
busy for a week. As far as I’m concerned, you’re Roger’s guest. I never wanted
you here to begin with. I’m perfectly happy being alone.”
    She was only there for a week. Admittedly that week could
get very uncomfortable alone—or almost alone—on an island if things didn’t turn
out well. But she’d most likely never see him again after it was all said and
done. She didn’t stick around on the set once everything was set up, usually.
She didn’t intend to this time. She had an assignment in Berlin she was looking
forward to and she planned to get started on it a week early.
    In any case, if he thought of her as a slut for the week and
for the rest of his life, it wasn’t going to change anything in her life. She
could let herself go this once. It was so tempting.
    “Still,” she said, “no ropes. I can always safe word them.”
    “Negotiation is a good thing.” He cut a piece of his steak
and popped it into his mouth.
    “That’s a yes?”
    He waited until he finished chewing. “Some subs seem to
think negotiation is where they get all of what they want, because when they
play the Dom will be in charge and get all of what he wants. But negotiation is
actually for