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“Uhm…” I say nervously.

“What aspect scares you?” Ryan asks.

“I’m not…”

“You’re shaking, Cass. What scares you?”

“I don’t want to be restrained,” I admit. “I can handle someone doing it by hand, but no cuffs or anything.”

“Julian?” he asks.

“Uh… Yeah. As long as when he lets go of me, I am free, I can handle it,” I say.

“Okay,” he says with a soft smile as he holds my face between his hands. “Where is your level of comfort?”

“About the same as yours,” I say, grinding my hips against his massive erection. He groans and a wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Let Eliza take you downstairs and get you ready and help you relax. We will be down shortly. Okay?”

“Okay,” I say sweetly. He pats my ass before standing me up. I look between Oscar, Gunner, and Collin to search for hesitance, but all I find is excitement. Eliza takes my hand and pulls me out of the living room and through the kitchen and down to the basement. When she turns the lights on, an entire sex dungeon is revealed. One wall is covered with toys, machines, impact tools, and baskets of smaller unknown items. There is aSaint Andrew’s Cross, chains and cuffs hanging from the ceiling, a complicated-looking sex swing, and two black leather tables with dark red stitching. Everything matches this same dark and gothic aesthetic, and it’s cozy. More than cozy, it’s welcoming. Off in one corner is a sectional couch and a large ottoman. There is a small refrigerator with a clear door to reveal water, sports drinks, small sodas, and cold snacks. In a basket on top are shelf stable snacks.

“Okay, girl. So, we’ll get you naked and show you how to present yourself. It sounds more formal than it is, but it’s just a show of respect to your dominant partner for the scene. Not all Doms want it, but they like it. Mainly because it’s an excuse to throat-fuck you. I’ll turn on some music and help you relax before they come down. That sound good?”

“Yeah,” I sigh.

“Ryan is good at what he does,” she reassures me. “He will take good care of you.”

“Anything I should be aware of?” I ask.

“Truthfully?” Eliza asks, and I nod. “Julian is going to push hard. After your scene with Ryan, he’s determined to break you.”

“What does that mean?” I ask.

“It means that he has every intention of playing with you in some way or another tonight. I don’t know how far, but far enoughto make a point. After the office ordeal, they noted that you warmed up to him a lot.”

“Enough to call him a princess bitch,” I laugh. Eliza smiles and gestures to my clothes, and I start stripping them off. She takes everything from me before walking around to fix my hair so that it is up in a bun. Next, she moves me to the end of one of the tables and brings us both down to our knees.

“Sit back on your heels with your knees apart. This helps you sit up straight but keep your head bowed and your hands clasped behind your back. Do not look up until he physically pulls your face up. No matter what is said or done. When you present yourself, it is you fully submitting to whoever your Dom is for that scene. If there are multiples, there will always be a lead. If Julian helps Ryan, then Ryan is still the lead. His word is final,” she explains. “Being a brat in a scene is a quick way to get punished.”

“Punished?” I squeak out.

“Their punishments are vastly different. It’s overwhelming, but it’s appropriate,” she says. If she is comfortable with that after having dealt with Trey, I should be too.

“Okay,” I say with a heavy sigh.

“Good. So, head down. Always refer to them as sir. Always. If they tell you something or ask a question, it’s yes sir, no sir, or whatever else. Master, if you want to be a smartass, but follow the rules,” she says with a grin.

“Noted,” I laugh.

I assume the position and present myself to Ryan. When I dip my head, I close my eyes. Eliza turns on music, and the soothing melody relaxes me. Over time, it starts to feel more natural to be on my knees.

“Good girl,” Ryan says to Eliza. “Any concerns?”

“No, sir. I think she will do well,” Eliza says.

“Go sit with the others. Julian, care to help?” Ryan asks.

“I’d love to,” Julian says.