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while the ring would make their union legal, it was the collar that would mean the most to Devon.

And if you think you're going to uncollar me and let me go over this—yes, I heard what Ian said to you—then you've got another think coming.

“Thing.”

She looked at him in confusion. “What?”

“You said ‘another think coming.’ It’s another thing.”

“Really, Devon? You’re going to argue with an English major? Google it sometime. It’s another think coming.”

they're not call signs . . . they're nicknames—plain and simple. Call signs are for missions.

Of course, when someone doesn't like their nickname, it pretty much becomes permanent.

I may not always like or agree with your answers, but I will not allow you to lie to me. Understood?

When I ask you a question, I expect an answer worthy of your intelligence. 'It wasn't anything important' was not an intelligent answer. If I wanted you to give me a non-answer, I wouldn't have bothered to ask the question in the first place.

John had wanted to follow Ian into the Navy. Since he couldn't, I guess I thought I should go in his place. Whatever the reason, it was the best decision I ever made, and I've never regretted it. The Navy gave me a purpose and a way to control the guilt I felt.

there were a few times we weren't as careful as we thought which resulted in getting grounded. When that happened, Mom would give the housekeeper a few days off, with pay, and we had to clean the house for her while completely hung over.

We were Irish twins, though, since he was eleven months younger than me.

His torso was sculpted perfection. If he'd lived in the time of Michelangelo, the statue would be called Devon instead of David.

“Beau, pfui, fuss,”

“What did you say to him?”

“Beau is his name. The other two words are 'no' and 'heel' in German. Ian … had him trained by guy specializing in protection and security dogs, and his commands are given in German, so bad guys can’t give him a command. He only knows few words in English from being around us, and they're all harmless.”

(Unless the “bad guys” are German …)

She'd read somewhere the smell of citrus fruit could be an aphrodisiac, and now she understood why. It complemented the scents of leather and sex without being overbearing.

Kristen's twenty-six years,

“You don't know him. How can you say you hate him?”

“Any man who would cheat on, disrespect, and leave a beautiful woman like you deserves to be despised and degraded by the rest of his gender.”

“Why would a submissive not use their safeword when it's obvious to a monitor they should?”

“People who cut themselves … feel compelled to cut themselves, for whatever reason, causing damage to their bodies, and usually can't stop without psychological help. It's what sub who doesn't use safeword when they should, is doing—damaging themselves in order to feel whatever it is they are trying to feel.

“What's difference between Dungeon Masters and security officers?”

“Dungeon Masters are experienced Doms who keep eye on scenes going on thru out club. … They ensure all play at club is safe, and keep subs from getting injured, in case Dom overlooks something, such as restraint too tight or sub not using safeword when they should. security officers keep eye on everything else and are club’s bouncers.”

We don't do it because we're sexist or think they can't care for themselves. We do it because it pleases us in a way you can't imagine. We crave it beyond the basic human instinct and need to have sex. The lifestyle is so much more than kinky sex and giving up or taking control. And all we Doms expect from our subs in return is respect and obedience . . . well, that and their orgasms.

I've never allowed woman to pay for dinner, and I won’t start now.

Isn't that little sexist?

Doms … demand to be in charge when it comes to certain things. Aside from sexual aspect, we ensure sub's safety & comfort. To treat them as if they are most precious thing on earth. I know Doms who will tell you their favorite part of scene is aftercare because it's when subs need them most…when they connect most.

Dad was a cop, but he’d never delivered a baby before. He did fine until the ambulance got there. After he let the EMTs in, though, he passed out, hit his head on a table, and needed ten stitches. He always said that’s why I was an only child.

Although there were only two place settings at the table, it could seat four people, which Kristen was happy about. She hated tables for two because there was never enough room, and she always seemed to knock over a glass of wine or water. The last thing she wanted tonight was to look like a klutz.

she loved how the ruching at the waist gave her size-twelve body an hourglass figure.

“We don't advertise because most people don't understand BDSM and tend to be negative about it.”

after they try one of their yellow soft limits, they tend to move it to the green, okay activity column, or the red, hard limit column.

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starred activities are not allowed in the club at all.

“Such as fire-play and anything involving blood, urine, or feces, among a few other extreme activities.”

hard limits are something a submissive has no desire to try, things which are a total turn-off for them. Soft limits are things they're curious about and might be willing to try, but they've never done them before, or if they have, they haven't made up their mind on whether they want to do it again.

the motto of the BDSM community was “safe, sane, and consensual.”

Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL training, otherwise known as BUD/s,

twenty-seven-year-old Ian introduced him to the BDSM lifestyle at the age of twenty-four.

(So big bro Ian is three years older than Devon.)

Seriously? The guy had to be in his mid-thirties, and here he was, hitting on a girl who was just over the jail-bait age. Well, no one said perverts had to be ugly.