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private place, on acres of land, was so different from her humble reality.
    Again she wondered what she’d got herself into by travelling to Master Rafael’s home.
    He reached above her head and flicked the door closed, sealing out the cool mountain air.
    “We’ll talk in the great room,” Master Rafael said. “I have your signed copy of the rules.”
    She nodded. The man was thorough. They’d talked and talked on the phone, and before she’d sent him a copy of the signed rules, they’d gone over the simple statements one by one, several times.
    “I printed out your contract.”
    “That’s something different than the rules?”
    He nodded. “Your contract discusses your limits. It also discusses our mutual agreement that you’ll be here from Friday afternoon to Sunday evening. It states you’re free to leave anytime. The contract includes your safe word and everything else we’ve talked about. I want you to read it carefully and be certain it includes everything you want it to. Once you’re certain everything is in order we can begin.”
    Because of his attention to detail, she’d already trusted him with secrets no one else knew. In a way, though, that unnerved her. “What should I do with my bag?”
    “Leave it there. You won’t need it.”
    Her mouth dried. He sounded serious. Did they intend to keep her naked all weekend?
    “Place your car keys there.” He pointed to a row of brass hooks. “They will be accessible if you decide to leave.”
    She hung her rental car key on an empty hook and then placed her handbag on top of her suitcase. It felt as if she were entering an alternate universe.
    Master Eric led the way to the great room. Master Rafael followed her, leaving her sandwiched between the two hunks.
    Lindsey resisted the impulse to look back at the door and the possibility of a retreat.
    Lindsey squared her shoulders. She’d already decided that, no matter what happened, she wouldn’t leave early. She had paid dearly for this experience. She would endure and enjoy every moment of it.
    Like the rest of the home, the space was spectacular.
    Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased tall pines and mountaintops dusted with snow. A stone fireplace served as the room’s focal point. A settee, a couple of end tables and two leather armchairs were arranged in a semicircle in front of the hearth.
    “Kneel with your back to the fireplace. Not on the rug. You haven’t earned that comfort.”
    Earned? She had to earn the privilege of kneeling on a rug?
    She felt awkward, but tried to make her motions graceful as she lowered herself to the polished hardwood floor. Both men stood in front of her, and her eyes were even with their crotches.
    Her heart raced. She’d played BDSM games before. They generally weren’t accompanied by such an attack of nerves. Then again, she was usually at a club where it seemed natural. Either that, or she was with an established lover and the play was an extension of their sex play.
    Both men regarded her. She was unsure how to act. Where would they expect her to put her hands? On her thighs? Behind her neck? Behind her back?
    She knew enough to cast her gaze downward and remain silent unless responding to a question.
    She spread her legs a bit and leaned slightly back. She put her hands palm up on her thighs. Her previous boyfriend hadn’t ever given specific instructions, so she’d adopted this position. It felt as comfortable and natural as kneeling could.
    The men allowed the silence to stretch and drag. Testing her?
    Finally, Master Rafael spoke. “We went over the reasons you bid on a weekend with me, but I want you to tell us both about your expectations. What do you want from the weekend?”
    Unsure of proper protocol, she took a chance and looked up to meet his gaze. She’d always had a thing for men with thick, long dark hair. She imagined having her fingers laced in the strands as she screamed his name during an orgasm.
    “I…” She trailed off. A sudden