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reaching subspace from his gentle strokes. I’d reached it a few times with Anthony, but that was after being bound and flogged, well before his abuse had begun. I hadn’t known reaching subspace through pleasure alone was even possible.
    “Alyssa?”
    I heard my name, but I couldn’t remember if he’d asked me a question. Maybe I was supposed to reply to his last comment. Or maybe I’d said something, done something, touched—
    “Alyssa, are you drifting?”
    “No, Sir.”
    His strokes through my hair slowed, then stopped. I whimpered and bit my bottom lip. I hadn’t wanted him to stop, and the absence of one hand from my scalp and the other from my neck was almost painful.
    “I think you were,” Dylan said as he rubbed one of my shoulders. “Look at me.”
    I raised my head to meet his gaze, and my breath caught. His eyes had the same intensity as before, but they were glassy. Glazed over. Was he crying? Doms don’t cry. “You were getting there,” he said, nodding to me. “When a sub, or even a Dom enters their equivalent of subspace, they almost get a look on their face like they’re daydreaming.”
    “You mean your glazed eyes?” I asked, unable to help but laugh.
    Dylan grinned. “Yes. That would be the beginnings of Domspace. It’s like subspace. It has the same kind of high, only I get it from gaining control over a sub, and even more so by earning her trust.”
    “So which is it?”
    “Which what?” He cocked his head.
    “Is it because of your control over me, or my trust?”
    “Your trust. I haven’t tried to control you just yet.”
    Could’ve fooled me. I certainly felt as though I was under his control. His hands moved from his lap and something jingled below my vision. The possibility of going down on him surged at the back of my mind. I didn’t look. If that was what he wanted, I’d wait for him to say so.
    He caressed the side of my face with a hand until I gazed back at him. “What are your hard limits?” He continued when I shrugged, “What won’t you do with me or another Dom? What do you not want someone doing to you?”
    I licked my lips and gave his question some thought. “Face slapping.” Just the thought of it caused a tremor to run down my spine.
    “Anything else? We can change things later, but when you get into a relationship with another Dom, these limits will be recorded in a contract. So, for practice, make sure you don’t want anything else added to that list.”
    “Needles and fire,” I added. “No breath play either.”
    “Okay, so your hard limits are face slapping, needle, fire and breath play. What about pet play?”
    “Pet play?”
    “Puppy play, pony play—that sort of thing. Dressing you up and treating you like a pet.”
    My throat tightened. Dylan’s description reminded me of what I had been through with Anthony, and there was no way in hell I’d go through that again. I opened my mouth to speak, but when the words didn’t come, I shook my head instead.
    Dylan’s eyebrows rose, but either out of respect or a lack of interest, he didn’t ask. “Fair enough. What about bondage?”
    I drew in a breath, held it, then released it. In through my nose. Out through my mouth. When the pounding in my ears had stopped, I spoke again. “I think I’d be okay with that.”
    “We’ll go slow in the beginning, so if there’s anything you don’t like, you just have to tell me when it happens. You need to let me know if you’re uncomfortable. I can read most of my subs, but only after I get to know their body language. So, until we reach that point, you need to tell me when something isn’t right, understood?”
    “Yes.”
    “There are two safe words I expect you to use. Yellow for me to slow down or if something feels off, and red if you want me to stop completely. No questions asked. Some Doms, such as myself, go as far as remembering red and not doing whatever caused it in the future. So if say, a Dom starts anal with you, and you have a