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instruction? It’s not the only boundary I plan to push tonight.”
    Darcy stared into his deep brown eyes. She recognized sincerity, affection, and a firmness she craved. Silence stretched between them, and she knew he would wait an eternity for her answer. She realized he would never force her to hurry an important thought. The habit of biting her lips manifested when she was nervous or stressed, and it showed up quite brutally. She frequently ended up with bruised or bleeding lips. This habit didn’t bring lasting comfort, and she guessed he knew that.
    Finally, and without biting her lip, she nodded. “No, Sir. I’m not in the habit of pinching myself. Last night was the first and only time that will ever happen. And I will try to stop biting my lip.”
    From the stony expression hardening the planes of his face, she knew her answer didn’t quite satisfy him. “You’ll do more than try. Every time I catch you biting your lip, I will subtract one stroke from tomorrow’s flogging. I expect perfect behavior, Darcy.”
    Oh, but he was already proving to be an exacting Dom. Darcy wasn’t used to this kind of rigidity, but it found a response deep within her heart. “Yes, Sir.”
    His smile finally returned. Pivoting, he turned to stand next to her. He tucked her arm under his and pressed her palm against his bicep. “When we walk together, you will hold on to me like this. I prefer to have your body closer to mine, but I won’t force the issue tonight.”
    Her body had already drifted closer to his. She liked the feel of heat penetrating his shirt and pressing against her shoulder. Linked together like lovers, they strolled the length of two blocks. The pose elicited soft smiles from strangers, and Darcy relaxed into the romanticism of the position and Theo’s authority.
    No thumping or ambient noise announced the dance club, but the neon lights blazing from the outside of the brick building made it hard to miss. Theo paused and placed his hand over hers. “No speaking to anyone without my permission.”
    Though familiar with this common directive, she wasn’t used to having it imposed on her. She accepted it mostly because she hated speaking to strangers anyway. “Yes, Sir.”
    He rewarded her with a chaste peck on the cheek and opened the door. She released his arm long enough to precede him into the building, and then she slipped her arm back through his. It all seemed natural and right.
    The strains of Latin music drifted into the lobby. She glanced up at Theo, who acknowledged her surprise with another quick kiss. He didn’t explain his choice of club, and she didn’t share with him that she had no idea how to dance to salsa rhythms. Up until now, she’d only shaken her ass to techno beats and participated in line dances at a country music joint Scott had liked.
    He paid their cover and led her inside. Immediately she felt overdressed. Though warm for April, the spring air still harbored a bite, and she had dressed accordingly. Most of the patrons in the club wore shorts or short skirts. Even the men sported long cargo shorts that left half their legs bare.
    Nobody looked at them as Theo led her to a small space on the dance floor. Rhythm was a cornerstone to both flogging and fucking. This would familiarize her with all his rhythms.
    As he turned to face her, she let her hand slide around his arm until it came to rest once again on his bicep. The satisfaction lighting his brown eyes conveyed his approval. He lifted her other hand and put it on his other bicep.
    “When you’re facing me like this, you’re to keep your hands on my arms at all times. You can slide them up to my shoulders, but you may not rest them on top of my shoulders.”
    Darcy tested this weird boundary. Her natural inclination urged her to round the curve of his shoulder to rest her hands on the horizontal part, but she fought it.
    “You are allowed to slide your hands all the way down to the crook of my arms, but no