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rest and recalled the stormy eyes, chiseled cheekbones and soft lips of the man I’d just handed myself over to.
    God, I got lucky. I was willing to settle for several semi-attractive men with experience, instead I got an arrestingly handsome Mr. Thick Cock who seemed to have a wealth of knowledge. I clapped my hands together with glee.
    Here we go…

    Against my better judgment, I did as Rhys asked and threw out my bullet. I didn’t have toys, I had a toy. Now I mourned the loss of it, but saw a brighter future ahead, so I kept it short and sweet. There was no point in deleting my erotic romances, but I would refrain from reading them. I made an appointment the next morning for a full STD panel, blood work-up and to make sure I was doing well with keeping my birth control on track. Although I didn’t need birth control, that had been handled for me by my husband, it kept my periods regular and less painful. I spent six days thinking of the man whose grey eyes haunted me. Hours were spent picking out the perfect lingerie to wear to my kink debut. I cleaned my house frantically, to pass the time, and had even shown a listing or two. Being a part of the work force again felt good. I had pampered myself and even gone to lunch with a few girlfriends who had sworn me off after my endless months of hermit behavior. I’d begun to make peace with my circumstances, my failed marriage and my new arrangement—an arrangement that excited me to no end.
    By the time the day came, I was so worked up I had to drink a glass of wine to calm myself before I hit the shower. I scrubbed myself viscously and exited the shower, slathering on a new body tonic that smelled amazing. I had myself waxed the day before and was smooth as silk, already wet with thoughts of what this night may bring. I clasped my brand new silver see-through bra and put on the matching panties. I shadowed my hazel eyes with a dark bronze and tinted my lips a glossy nude. I pulled on my favorite black silk slink dress and matching do me heels and gave myself a ‘go get ‘em’ smile in the mirror.

    Arriving at The Rabbit Hole thirty minutes later, I smiled at the same bartender who took my order after she complimented my appearance. She was absolutely beautiful with a heart-shaped face, overly pouty lips and a small nose. She looked like a living doll, her bright red hair and colorful tattoos only made her more appealing. If I had a female type, she would be it. I asked her name.
    “Tara,” she said, delivering my martini with a smile.
    “Tara, nice to meet you. Call me Vi.” She nodded and shot down to the end of the bar to help others who were patiently waiting for their drink orders.
    “Red or green?” A man sat next to me on the stool and I took in his appearance. He was only marginally attractive and had a slightly large nose and thin lips.
    “Pardon?” I asked, completely clueless to his question.
    “Red or green,” he asked again, confused at my lack of knowledge until realization hit him. “Ahh, I get it. You are new.”
    “That I am …” I lingered, waiting for his name.
    “Paul,” he answered, making himself more comfortable on his stool, a little too comfortable as he invaded my personal space, making no attempt to mask the fact he was checking out my tits.
    “Paul, Vi, nice to meet you. So tell me, what does it mean?”
    “They are the levels of kink you are interested in for the evening. Red being the most extreme and anything goes type of night and green, well it’s not quite as intense.”
    I nodded, taking in his words, wanting further explanation but was interrupted from asking when Tara addressed me.
    “You can go back,” she said, turning to Paul, shaking her head no. I caught that I was off limits to Paul by order of Rhys and it made me feel wanted for the first time in months. I smiled and nodded to Paul who regarded me with the eyes of a man who had just lost his favorite toy.
    I walked the hall, adrenaline spiking to levels