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safe to be around. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir. Can it be any word at all?”
    “I would suggest you keep away from words like no, or stop. It can cause confusion, especially when a submissive is having a really intense orgasm.”
    Jacob grinned again, and Megan lowered her eyes in embarrassment. It was hard to believe she was having this conversation, let alone actually agreeing to let this man take control of her.
    Jacob lifted her chin back up with his index finger. “What’s your favorite color, Megan?”
    She frowned in thought. “Purple.”
    He said nothing.
    “Purple, Sir.”
    “Then we’ll use purple as your safeword. Now, come here, sub.”
    His voice was soft and deep, and Megan felt goose bumps on her arms as she rose from her chair and walked around the table, coming to a stop in front of him.
    Oh shit, she couldn’t do this. He was going to spank her or something, and then she’d freak out and…
    Jacob stood silently, right in her personal space, and raised his hand. Megan jumped, instinctively taking a step back.
    “Stand still, Megan,” he said firmly.
    She froze in place.
    His hand moved behind her head and pulled the hair tie from her long hair and the curls bounced free. He stroked the coppery strands and then gathered a handful, pulling her head gently back. He bent towards her and brushed her lips with his own.
    She responded, opening her mouth when his tongue pushed inquisitively, and when the kiss became more intense, he moved even closer, her breasts pushing up against his chest.
    When her hands came up, one on each side of his chest, he released her mouth.
    “Put your arms back by your sides, sub.”
    It was an order, she knew, but if she let go, then she couldn’t control how close he was; couldn’t push him away if she needed some space.
    Jacob released her hair, caught hold of her hands and moved them behind her back. One of his large hands easily held both her wrists behind her, while the other caught hold of her hair once more.
    He seemed huge, standing so close to her, his dark eyes penetrating hers. “The next time you fail to do as you’re told, you’ll be punished, Megan.”
    Oh, this was just great, failure at the first hurdle. She lowered her head, angry at herself. When he released her, her shoulders slumped. Well, that was that. He obviously thought she was useless.
    When she looked up, Jacob was sitting at their table again. He shook his head at her. “Don’t look so despondent, Megan. It isn’t easy to just release control out of nowhere, even if it’s something you really want to do. And if you disobey me again, I get to spank your ass, so it can’t all be bad.”
    The grin he gave her lit up his face, and she couldn’t help but smile.
    His face turned serious, and again, he beckoned to her. “Come and stand in front of me, sweetheart.”
    The endearment made her feel warm inside, and, pulse picking up again, she walked around the table. As she reached him, he opened his legs and gestured for her to stand between them. Not hesitating this time, she did as he asked.
    “Undo your shirt, sub,” he commanded.
    She surprised herself, her fingers going straight to the buttons, her heart thumping so hard she thought he’d see it as he sat calmly watching her.
    When she was finished, she put her arms to her sides. Jacob reached out and pulled the fabric back to expose her pretty, lacy white bra. Smiling, he ran his fingers over the front fastening. “How convenient,” he commented, and using just two fingers, he snapped it open, letting her breasts spill out of the garment.
    A blush rose up Megan’s cheeks. This was so much more personal than stripping in front of a whole crowd of people. Her hands started to move up towards her breasts, but with great self-control, she managed to put them back at her sides. She needed to show him that she could, at least do that one small thing.
    “Good girl,” Jacob said, noting her hands balling into fists as she