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very new. A lot of Doms like control, so offering that control to them is a start. It can be over your career, your clothing, your meals or even your orgasms. Your vows will tell me what you’d like to give to me willingly. I expect trust to be on this list.” He placed a hand under my chin, holding it steady so I couldn’t look away from him. “What do you pledge?”
    I winced at the ache in my knees and shifted my weight. “As a sub to my Master…” I closed my eyes. “As a sub to my Master, I offer my trust and obedience. And if my Master would allow it”—I took a deep breath—”I promise not to come without Master’s permission. Not even when my Master’s at work. As a sub to my Master, this is what I pledge.”
    Dylan was silent for a long, strangling moment. My body quivered, I strained to hear his approval, and as his breath whispered against my cheek, I knew I’d earned it.
    “Good girl,” he purred, removing his hand from beneath my chin. “Very good girl.” He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Now… I want you to take off my pants.”

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    My ears were still ringing as I tried to comprehend what he’d just said. We’re going to do that? Here? Why the hell not? Anthony had had me do it plenty of times before. You trust Dylan, don’t you? Of course I did, but so fast? I swallowed and the scars on my back, hidden under my blouse, burned with red flame. He won’t see them.
    Tears stung my eyes.
    “Was I unclear?” Dylan asked, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling it so I’d look up at him.
    I yelped. “No, Master.” My words were slurred, and he released me.
    He reached for a pillow on the couch and dropped it to the floor. “Kneel on that.”
    His voice was firm, but just that command alone was proof enough he knew his subs. Even his new ones. I happily accepted the pillow and placed it under my knees. The pain quickly subsided, and I straightened my back.
    But when I moved my hands to unbuckle his belt, he stopped me. “Am I scaring you?”
    Breathe. “No, Master.”
    “Am I moving too fast?”
    My mouth watered at the thought of the erection hiding beneath the thin layer of fabric. “No, Master.”
    “Continue.”
    I bobbed my head and willed my hands not to shake as I traced his belt buckle with my fingers. The metal was cool and, once I remembered to breathe, the belt came undone, the worn leather sliding against his slacks.
    I wrapped my fingers around the fabric, fishing for the button, followed by the zipper, which unfastened without much resistance. My clit throbbed as my fingers brushed against his cock—just one more layer of fabric between him and my hungry lips. And even though I hadn’t tasted him yet, I could smell him.
    My hands couldn’t move fast enough after that. I wanted him. Needed him. I had to taste him. Right…now. Dylan flinched when one of my nails clawed at his stomach, and I winced.
    “Sorry, Master,” I said, steadying my fingers, afraid to try again.
    Dylan raised his hips from the couch, the tip of his cock pressing against my nails. “Mmm. You stopped.”
    “I didn’t want to hu—”
    “If you hurt me, I’ll tell you. Keep going.”
    You say that now… I sucked in a breath. He trusted me, but I didn’t trust myself. He lifted his hips again, hissing anytime one of my nails caught on his shaft. He did it again. You can’t be serious. Was he really enjoying this?
    I hooked my fingers so his next thrust would hit my knuckle, and he whimpered. He grabbed at the end of the cushion as he fixed his posture. Once I was sure he wouldn’t move, I pulled the waistband of his boxer briefs away from his skin, carefully removing the fabric from around him.
    Heat brushed my cheeks, and I rested my hands on his legs as I inspected him. He was completely bare. No hair, no stubble. Nothing. I’d never seen a man without pubic hair in my entire life, and up until now, I’d thought it was just a myth.
    Dylan’s laugh caught