"Be quiet and observe. If you find you can't manage anything, face me
and we'll leave quietly. And, Lois? If you ever give your Dom a look like
you gave me, especially in front of another Dom, your ass would get
paddled red. And maybe not in private."
Holy crap. Respect. No bratty behavior. Lots to remember. Surely getting
aroused at the very thought was twisted. The fictitious Dom she imagined
paddling her ass closely resembled Master Trevor. She might be getting
ahead of herself, but she felt considerably attracted to him. Probably the
ambience. She nodded her understanding, and Graham straightened. She
really wasn't sure about this scene thing. She understood, intellectually,
about erotic pain releasing a mixture of endorphins and enhancing
pleasure. She reacted sexually to the idea of being restrained and at the
sensual mercy of a trusted man. Or two. Yessir, two. Lois Wright obviously
was making up for lost time.
