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Cara leaned closer to the person standing next her; a woman wearing a red vinyl, form-fitting, one-piece outfit with a matching mask. “Is he supposed to be a dog?”

The dark-haired woman shook her head and shouted over the music, “Slave!”

Slave?Was that term even acceptable? It seemed wrong. But then, maybe it wasn’t in this scenario?

“She walks him like a dog.” Of course, she just pointed out the obvious like an idiot.

When the woman turned toward her, the eyes behind the mask slowly traveled from Cara’s head all the way to her toes and back. “You must be new.” Her bright red lips curled. “He has a humiliation kink.”

She wasn’t sure all the fiction she read had prepared her for this reality. Not even close. “What’s that around his…”

“Cock?”

Cara nodded.

“It’s a cage.”

“It has a lock.” She silently groaned. She kept mentioning the obvious!

“Of course.”

Cara frowned. “There’s not enough room for him to…grow.”

“That’s exactly the point. He needs to have enough discipline so he doesn’t get hard. If he does, then…” She shrugged.

Not that she should be staring, but…the colorful lights were catching something sparkly tucked between his bare ass cheeks. She narrowed her eyes. “Is that a jewel?”

The woman’s grin grew into a blinding smile and she laughed softly. “You are definitely new. That’s an anal plug.”

She knew what an anal plug was. She read about them, she’d just never seen one. In person, anyway.

She should’ve watched tons of porn before she came. For educational purposes, of course. At least she might have some basics under her belt instead of feeling like such a novice.

With a quick thank you to the very sexy lady in red, she continued toward the sign at the back, and above the crowd, that saidrestrooms.

No telling what she’d find in there.

Damn.She was so out of her element. Once again, her gut was telling her that this “vacation” might have been a mistake. Maybe sheshouldcheck out and drive?—

No. She would not wimp out. She spent a fortune on the reservation and the website clearly stated refunds wouldn’t be given to guests ending their stay early.

She’d saved up for this and not taking advantage of what she already paid for would be a financial hit. Plus, after what she paid, she certainly couldn’t afford to stay anywhere else. She would need to drive back home and take the loss.

You don’t have to do anything with anyone, she reminded herself.

She could do what Mr. Sexy Voice said on the phone. Simply relax, take advantage of their spa—since the pampering was included—or lounge by the pool, enjoying a complimentary cocktail.

She could eat until she was as stuffed as a Thanksgiving turkey. Some of the online reviews—which she scoured before making her reservation—mentioned how delicious and fresh the food was since they tried to locally source as much as possible. A few stated that, unlike most resorts, the meals were far from cafeteria or diner quality.

She could also be active and head out on a trail ride. She could hike. Paddle around the serene lake. Sit around the bonfire. Take one of the ATVs out to explore. Feed the goats…

Damn it.None of those activities were the reason she came.None.

Once she entered the restroom, she breathed a sigh of relief when she found nothing kinky going on. Only two women chatting while they washed their hands.

After a quick nod in greeting, she stopped in front of thelarge mirror to take in the damage. Snagging a few paper towels, she blotted the large wet spot. It wasn’t helping.

“Looks like someone got wet,” came from the woman remaining at the sink next to her.