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out the storm with, regardless of any outcome, because they were together. And she’d only known him a week. Tears pricked her eyes, and she swallowed against them. Enough. This was the here and now.
    Andrew drew her up, and she waited patiently while he fitted the soft-as-butter leather hood over her head. It was more of a mask than a hood, because he understood she needed the bottom half of her face uncovered, but it laced up the back in the manner of a full hood, and it spoke to her like most fetish wear did. The brief moment of disorientation passed, and he set his big arm around her shoulders, his strength apparent even through the silk of the robe, and guided her along. She felt the changes in flooring beneath her feet and gave over to the moment, pretending it was Dave who eased her with him so gently and lovingly, totally trustworthy. She could never feel for Andrew what she still felt for Dave, but it was okay to fantasize a little. Or a lot.
    She could hear the soft comments of women and the lower rumblings of men, and the temperature dropped. Andrew kept these rooms a bit cooler despite the nudity that would be prevalent because everyone got hot when a correction scene was underway. She was the star of the scene, and already she was totally hot, although she felt the change in the air more when he slipped her robe off. Andrew checked to make sure her brain had equalized from the lack of movement and that she wasn’t anxious. Nervous was okay, but he wouldn’t want her terrified. Fiona successfully fought the urge to cover herself. If she had learned anything, it was that she’d come to accept her body and was very comfortable in her own skin.
    He bound her wrists while another pair of hands held her to steady her, and then a length of something was wrapped around her waist to help her stand unsupported while her ankles were secured. Fiona held the moment in her mind’s eye. She was stretched tightly, presented before a myriad of gazes, about to be corrected for a very real infraction of the rules, and she welcomed it. He appeared to have forgotten the plug, but Andrew didn’t forget anything, so Fiona accepted his decision. Then she understood. She quite liked anal play and how it enhanced her climax, so Andrew had taken it from her to evoke his mastery even as he’d allowed her the hood. She took a breath, only to gasp on it as Andrew murmured in her ear.
    “We have two visiting Doms, little one. I have bestowed the honor of your correction on one of them. You will count the twenty.”
    Fiona opened her mouth to scream her safe word, but her brain choked off her emotions. Andrew had pushed her hard all this time and told her often that she was an apt pupil, one of his best. He cared about her as he would a member of his family, and she found she couldn’t add another disappointment to the one earlier in the week. Her mouth snapped shut, and she set her teeth. He wouldn’t allow her to come to harm, and the experience would probably be enlightening. She would pretend it was Dave. She felt Andrew step away, the warmth of him fading. She couldn’t help a shiver.
     
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    Dave admired the lovely little form of Andrew’s sub as she was secured onto the Cross. She reminded him of Fiona, although he’d never seen all of Fiona. He had felt her and longed to strip her down and examine her from head to toe with his tongue, but had had to be content with furtive, teenage-like gropings on the front porch or on the couch when her parents weren’t home. It should have been juvenile, even in retrospect, but it hadn’t been. It had been like starting over. Getting his head screwed on straight, healing, and sharing his life with a beautiful woman, inside and out. One who loved him as he loved her, and goddamn it all to hell, he needed to drive to Lansdown and see her again. They must be home by now, and she was avoiding him, and he was going to say he was sorry and then spank her if she got uppity and was