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before swallowing.
    She leans backward and slouches down in the booth. “I’m going to be the forty-year-old woman who’s never been married, with a house full of cats to keep me company.”
    I move my glass, swirling the ice cubes through the liquid and watching the ripples splash against the sides. “How many cats do you have?” I ask before taking another sip.
    “None.” She laughs softly and covers her mouth. “I just see it in my future,” she mutters behind her palm.
    I start to laugh and choke on my scotch. “You’re funny.”
    She shrugs, dropping her hand, and begins to fidget with the glass. “I just don’t want to be the stereotypical old maid.”
    I place my hand on her forearm, rubbing her skin with my thumb. “You won’t be. You just need to be more selective about who you play with.”
    “And what about you?”
    “What about me?”
    “Why are you still single? You’re handsome, Ret.” She smiles sweetly, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.
    I smirk at the compliment. “You’re quite beautiful, Alese. Stop selling yourself short and playing with just anyone. Be selective.”
    She scoffs. “I’m not easy to deal with.”
    I chuckle softly and squeeze her arm. “None of us is.” She gives me a toothy grin, and I use the opportunity to rub her arm with my palm. “Let me ask you a question. I’ve heard you’re a switch and that you keep trying your hand at being a Domme. Why?”
    She sits up, keeping her arm under my hand, and props her elbow on the table before resting her head in her hand. “I tried for a while to be a submissive. After I got frustrated, I figured maybe I was wrong and really wanted to be the one in control. So I started training, going to workshops here, and learning everything I could. But then when I find someone to let me play with them, it turns into a total mess.”
    “How so?” I ask, watching her reactions carefully.
    “I just never know what to do next. Even after we have a lengthy discussion of their hard and soft limits, I freeze up when we’re alone.”
    “You’re not a Domme.”
    “I’m not?” She gapes at me, her head jerking back slightly.
    “You’re not a switch either.”
    “I think I am.” Her teeth dig into her bottom lip again, chewing on her tender flesh as her forehead wrinkles.
    “I hate to spoil your delusion, but you’re submissive through and through, Alese.”
    She purses her lips and narrows her eyes at me. “Then why can’t I find someone who makes me believe it?”
    “I can show you.”

Three

Alese
    H e said the words I wanted to hear. For months, I’ve been watching him and dreaming about what it would be like to spend a night with Ret.
    Whether he knows it or not, he’s the most wanted unattached Dom here. His large, 6’4” body, wide shoulders, and muscular legs are just the bonus to his handsome face.
    “You think you can turn me?”
    His full lips twitch. “I think I can make you realize exactly who you are.”
    “Hmm,” I mutter and tap my finger against my chin as if I have anything to think about.
    “But,” he says and turns his body to face me. “You need a break after tonight. No rough play or scenes for a while for you, piccola .”
    My chest tightens at the thought. “You think I’m traumatized?”
    “I think you’ve been through a bad experience, and he may have ruined your ability to really trust anyone, especially me, without taking time to build a foundation.”
    My eyebrows shoot up and my heart begins to race. “So you, like, want to have a relationship?”
    He pauses, staring deep into my eyes, and my mouth feels suddenly dry. “I think we need to take some time to explore your boundaries through a power exchange. We’ll start with simple things. After I feel you’re comfortable and trust me enough, we can take it further.”
    My throat tightens and I cough. “What are simple things?”
    “I won’t touch you until you beg me, but we’ll see how you follow commands. And