I rolled over onto my back. His form darkened the doorway, a large blue bottle in one hand.

“Akira said I’m not supposed to leave you alone or you might experience sub-drop.” His voice was nervous. “Can I come in?”

I scrambled to sit and pulled my knees up to my chest. “It’s your bedroom.”

“Please don’t be like that.” He watched me like I was an unpredictable, wild animal as he entered.

“What’s that?” My handcuffs rattled as I pointed to the bottle. He set it down on the nightstand and picked up a key.

“Truth serum.” He sat on the bed and undid the handcuffs. “We need to talk about why, after everything else, you would bust out the safe word then.”

He tossed the handcuffs aside, unscrewed the bottle top, and handed it to me. It was freezing.

“Drink up.”

His truth serum was vodka and I choked a few mouthfuls down. “Who’s Akira?” It was an attempt to deflect. “The man who was here?”

“Yeah. He’s a Master.”

I blinked and took another sip of the vodka that burned all the way down my throat. A Master at domination. “You said you would explain. So, explain.”

Dominic got into bed beside me, throwing the covers over his lap, and sat back against the headboard. “When you told me you wanted to try this, I started reading stuff on the internet and realized I was in, like, way over my head.” His expression was serious. “I didn’t want to hurt you, and everything I read said an inexperienced top can do a lot of damage. I needed to talk to someone, just to tell me where to start . . .” His cheeks flushed. “I found Akira through a message board. I met him last week during my lunch break, which was awkward as fuck, but, whatever. I told him what I needed help with.”

I took another sip of the vodka, and when I was done, Dominic tugged the bottle from my grasp.

“He was cool with me being a Gaijin. He’s taught other Doms and subs, and said I should train with someone in the room. And he offered.”

“You weren’t worried I was going to be pissed when I found out?”

He gave me a slight smile. “You, the exhibitionist? No, I wasn’t. And you weren’t supposed to find out, you know, not until after.”

I ran a hand through my hair and leaned back against the headboard. That was when I noticed the welts on my legs. I stretched one leg out, then the other. There were faint pink marks on my right leg where he’d used the band, but my left? I could see the two red, raised lines of puffy skin. It was weird. I felt a rush of heat at the sight. I liked Dominic’s marks on me.

He must have noticed what I was looking at.

“Do you want some ice, or Advil?” His voice was quiet and his eyes wouldn’t meet mine. I liked an embarrassed Dominic, but I didn’t like an ashamed Dominic at all.

“I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt.” It wasn’t a lie. The skin was irritated and hot, but not aching.

“Okay, that’s good.” He took a hesitant breath. “Can I be honest? I didn’t think I was going to like it.”

“What? Then, why did—?”

“Because you wanted to try it, and I wanted to give you . . . whatever you want.”

That affected me much more than it should have. “Okay, so you didn’t think you were going to like it. But, you did?”

He looked conflicted. “Yeah. I shouldn’t.”

“Why?”

The aqua eyes gave me a plain look. “I hit you.”

“You spanked me. There’s a difference. If you hit me, we wouldn’t be having a conversation right now. You’d be dead.” This whole thing was silly. “Don’t feel guilty about it. It’s good you liked it, because I really liked it, and I’m going to want to do it again.”

His arm went around my shoulder and pulled me against him. I felt weirdly clingy and needy, so I wrapped an arm around his waist.

“How was he as a teacher?” I stalled some more, worried the next time we lapsed into silence he was going to start digging. “What was it like?”

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