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mind. This is about your
preferences. Doesn't matter if they are your Dom likes and dislikes, your answers will give me some clues to you as a person."
    His smile faded.
He wasn't sure this was a good idea, afraid he would give too much away. "Are
you sure you're not a closet psychologist?"
    " Treyyy !"
    "Okay,
okay. Flogging." Yup. He sure preferred to give a
flogging over a spanking any day. Spanking was too intimate, and he didn't like
the sound of flesh on flesh. His face tightened. Do not go there , he told himself.
    "Bench
or Cross?"
    He shrugged.
"Both." That wasn't an issue.
    "Cuffs
or rope?"
    On the other
hand, that was. There was no way he was going to be restrained by her, or
anyone else, come to that. "Neither."
    Olivia seemed
startled by this answer. "Sorry?"
    He had to say something,
so he spat out an answer. "Tape!"
    This seemed to
appease her. "Don't you think it's easy to get out of that?"
    Trey smirked.
"Aren't your dominance skills up to it?"
    She leaned
forward, her breasts pressing together to provide wonderful cleavage above the
low cut vivid green top she wore. He worked hard to avoid dipping his eyes to
enjoy the view. Olivia continued to move in until her face was only a few
inches away. Trey snorted at this show of strength, but he didn't shift back as
many might have done in the face of a big woman entering their personal space.
    "I don't
need to restrain my subs. I trust them to keep their hands on the handles,
bars, whatever."
    He leered.
"Well, if you reward them with those gorgeous tits I'm not
surprised."
    That flustered
her, and she sat down with a thump, a startled expression on her face.
    She tried to get
him back to the matter in hand. “Um, safe words.”
    “What about
them?” He was still amused by her distraction.
    Olivia tapped
her pen impatiently against the file. “I need to know your safe word in the
event of you being unable to continue during your training.”
    Trey was aware
of how thorough Olivia was and could see why Sean thought she would be a good
trainer, but he was determined not to let her get under his skin. He leaned an
arm over his chair, and considered this. There might, of course, be a
possibility that he’d get under hers. That
would be interesting. He relished the forthcoming confrontation. “My safe
word is woody.”

Chapter Three
     
    Olivia walked slowly around
Trey as he stood in the middle of the training room.
    Click. Click.
    The noise of her heels on
the wooden floor was unusually loud. The only other sound was Trey’s breathing,
which seemed to be getting heavier with her every step.
    It reminded her of her first
time in a BDSM club with her late husband, Rodney.
They had been young and eager, and nervous as hell.
    Shaking her head she dispelled
those memories. They were too painful. She stopped walking. Fortunately, she
was behind Trey, and he couldn’t see her expression or think her weak.
    He had stipulated that their
first session take place in private, and Olivia had readily agreed. She knew he
didn’t want others to see him being embarrassed in public, but equally she
didn’t want the members around in case Trey tried to
dominate her. That would be disastrous. She also took care to cover her chest this
time, not wanting any more comments about her breasts, and wore a black leather
jacket, which she zipped up to her shoulders.
    Returning to her study of
his body she said, “Hmm.”
    Olivia chuckled to herself as
he stiffened. She had given an occasional comment as she walked. But really
what she really wanted to say was “yum”. Trey looked good in the black shirt,
which moulded to his brawny torso, and black trousers, which outlined a lovely,
firm butt.
    Pretending nonchalance when
he had arrived, he had arrogantly led the way into the room, but after her
demand to stand in the middle as she did her tour of his black-clad body it was
clear that he wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended. She guessed he’d had time
to think about what might