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that I never thought I would be introduced to in a million years.
    “What the fuck?” Are the first and only words I can manage.
    “This is my lifestyle, my preference for sexual expression.”
    “Is this normal?”
    “What is normal? What’s normal for one may be abnormal for another.”
    “Maybe I chose the wrong words. Is this shit healthy?”
    Tristan looks as if I’ve struck him. “Sexual expression between consenting adults becomes unhealthy only when it’s repressed.”
    “You might have a point,” I concede. “But I don’t have any repressed sexual expressions that I’m just dying to experience right now.” I move further into the room.
    “Do you have any questions?” He asks, following me in and closing the door.
    “So, you’re a sadist, and this is the proposition? You want to bring me in here, and do God knows what to me?”
    “No, I’m not a sadist, although I have some leanings in that direction. I’m so much more. I’m a Dominant in search of a submissive and I believe you are she.”
    “Is that what I would be called? Or is it ‘slave’?” I turn on him with righteous indignation. “How can you approach me about something like this? I’m a black woman with too much pride in my heritage to step back into history two-hundred fucking years. Last I heard, Abraham Lincoln abolished slavery in case you don’t remember that little detail.”
    “Keisha, this scene isn’t meant to be demeaning to you or your ethnicity. A Dom/sub relationship is predicated on trust, and the goal is pleasure not punishment. I’d like you to do it for our mutual pleasure.”
    “Say what?” I massage my temples with my first two fingers on both hands. “How is this supposed to benefit me?”
    “I’m prepared to front all the money for Kente Studio Records with a hefty bonus, in exchange for your agreement to be my submissive.”
    “And here I thought you just wanted to have regular sex with me.”
    “I do want to have regular sex with you, but not just vanilla all the time.”
    “It comes in flavors?”
    “In my world, there’s plain old vanilla and then everything else.”
    “Then you buy that whole Descartes thing that pain and pleasure are part of a continuum?”
    “I do.”
    “I don’t. Maybe rich people who have everything they could ever dream of have a need to conquer this one final frontier. Well, I’m not the Starship Enterprise, and I don’t want any part of this kinky shit.” I wave my arms around the room. Then my eye lands on a vibrator that looks damned appealing. “Well, maybe this,” I say. “I think I have one like it.”
    Tristan flashes me a weary smile. “I had you pegged as adventurous, fearless, a risk-taker. Was I wrong about you?”
    He looks so disappointed, I kind of want to fuck him right now, and show him there are no hard feelings. Reverse pun intended.
    For some inexplicable reason, I can’t bear the thought that I’ve let this beautiful man down.
    “I want you, Keisha.”
    Those four words are my undoing. I crash into him. His arms go around me, and our mouths connect, followed by hips fusing, and my legs winding around him. There are definitely hard feelings now. Throbbing, hard feelings, touching me right there.
    He finds the bed without looking, and we fall, our lips still locked, bodies writhing, hungry to create the glorious friction we experienced for a few seconds last week. We kiss forever, while our hands explore as much as they can of each other with clothes impeding our progress.
    Tristan hauls us both further up onto the bed, and kneeling, we lock lips again while anxious fingers begin to remove clothing. We only stop kissing long enough to raise arms and remove tops, then we fall onto the bed again. I can feel the heaviness of his need pressing against my belly, but only for a few fleeting seconds. Immediately, his pants and boxers are gone, and I’m eager to be naked myself, because if he doesn’t enter me soon, I fear I’m going to