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“A little primal play, fear play, kidnapping, interrogation, rape fantasy, gang bang, prison scenes,” Jason rattled off. “Oh baby. We’re going to have so much fun together.”

I could only lick my lips in anticipation.

“Next we have service and restrictive behavior. I don’t really like these terms and your answers were mostly maybes. Following orders is a given. You will be our sub and listen during a scene. We’ll have rules to follow and we’ll talk about that in a bit. Forced servitude? No one is making you do twenty-four seven d/s relationship. We’re busy people and don’t have time for that. Restrictive rules on behavior? Not really our style, but it could fall under club rules and again, we’ll get to that in a minute. Wash room restrictions, you wrote no and we agree, that’s not something we’re into. Kneeling, yes. Agreed. Begging, maybe.” He nodded thoughtfully.

“The rituals, standing in the corner—again not really our style,” Marcos said. “But some of this, the rituals and protocols that might come up are regarding the club—if you ever visit there with us. We’ll discuss those before we go, they’re mostly safety precautions.”

“But the learned postures are something we—I like. We’ll go through them later. There will be kneeling involved. Are you OK with that?” Jason asked.

“Maybe. When we get there, we can discuss,” I agreed.

“Massage, given.” Jason continued reading my answers. “Alright, onto voyeurism and exhibition. Forced nudity in private yes, around others no. Exhibitionism in front of friends is no, but strangers is a maybe. Modeling for erotic photos or filming is a hard, no?”

“My job is important to me. I don’t want my career put in jeopardy because of leaked videos or photos.”

“Can we keep one or two of you on our phone?” Nico asked.

“Maybe one or two,” she sighed. “I don’t really like the idea.”

“That’s fair,” Marcos agreed.

“Voyeurism goes with exhibitionism. Thoughts on someone watching us fuck you?” Jason asked.

“What do you think of, when you think about that?” I asked.

“I dunno, maybe fucking you on the pool table in the middle of the clubhouse during a party?” Marcos asked. “There’s usuallyother people fucking all over the room, it wouldn’t be unusual and no one else would touch you but us.”

My mouth dropped open in shock as heat pooled in my lower belly. “Um.”

Jason laughed. “Not completely opposed. Alright.” He continued with the papers. “Then watersports was a no, which completely valid. Well, that’s the checklist. It doesn’t cover everything, so we’re going to go a little off the cuff here. Let us know if you’re uncomfortable.”

I nodded slowly. I had a feeling the easy part was over and now they were onto the really nitty gritty of our relationship, things I might not like.

“One of my hard limits,” Marcos started slowly, his eyes watching me carefully. “Something that really is a hard no for me: you can’t tell Kara about the club.”

My mouth opened, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth. “Never?”

Marcos shook his head. “No. One day, she might find out, but it will not be from you, understand?”

“She’s my best friend, Marcos. You can’t expect to me to outright lie to her.” I shifted on Nico’s lap.

“I’m not telling you to lie to her. I’m saying don’t talk about it. If she has any inkling or suspicion, you avoid the conversation. If she outright asks you a question, and you have no other choice butto lie, then I’ll understand if you have to tell her. But Maya, don’t let the conversation get to that point.”

I swallowed thickly. I don’t like how serious the conversation had suddenly become. Nor did I like the idea of keeping something from my best friend.

“It’s not likely to come up,” Marcos said, shaking his head. He tried to smile. “We’re used to keeping the club life away from Kara. She’s planning on being a lawyer. She doesn’t need to know the kinds of things her brother gets up to.”

I nodded slowly. “OK,” I finally agreed.

“OK.” Marcos nodded.

“Changing the subject back to the checklist. A couple things not on this particular list… how do you feel about somnophilia?” Nico asked.

I frowned, my mind struggling to keep up with the conversation. Going from Marcos’s intensity to Nico’s question, almost seemed comical. “Like fucking me while I’m sleeping, you mean?”

“Yes.” Jason nodded.

I shrugged. “I guess? I never thought about. I really don’t like my sleep fucked with though, especially on work nights. So if you can do it without waking me up? I guess sure.”