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protocol. Surrendered his orgasms to her. She was very stingy with the orgasms at first, but less so now.
    Once he was feeling more secure in the relationship the alpha male in him had come back with a vengeance. After Bren had run into Barton Ellis, he questioned her and found out the circumstances of how Stacy came to witness his initiation. Bren had always thought that Stace found out from the high-school mean girls.
    Stacy had agreed with Brendan that doing anything to Barton Ellis would come back to his mother and maybe even Mary and Sarge. Not that Sarge gave a rat’s ass about the Ellises.
    But Brendan swore that Bart would get his comeuppance for his cruelty. Stacy preferred to believe in karma. Potato, potahto. Except she suspected Bren might engineer the karma. If he could get away with it, who was she to argue? This was one situation in which she refused to take the high ground.
    Every day her connection to Brendan was growing stronger. She came to accept the fact that they were both products of their childhoods in Cutters Creek. He with an overbearing mother with high expectations, and her growing up with the opposite.
    This weekend was the first time she’d allowed him to come visit. His flight was arriving in a few hours. Excitement jangled in her stomach. Arousal too. She craved Brendan.
    He was trying to get work in California. Barring that, he wanted to set up roots here and get a place. Oilfield work kept him away from home for long periods of time. Consequently, he had longer break periods and reasoned he could easily set up home here.
    Privately, Stacy was pleased but didn’t want to get her hopes up for their future. They might not even be sexually compatible in person.
    Goddess knew they were very compatible on the phone. The rush she got controlling Bren on the phone sent her into an adrenaline high which happened during a good scene. Stacy could count on one cat-o’-nine-tails the amount of times that had happened sceneing at the club. With Brendan, it happened often.
    West brought her back into the present. “Planning your scene tonight? Are you taking him to the club or at your flat?”
    “I think, for tonight, the club.”
    “Still cautious, Stace?” Tim asked.
    “Your birthday present is languishing at your place. It needs to be used or it won’t feel loved,” West mock-reproached. West and Tim had transformed her spare room into a dungeon. St Andrew’s cross, spanking bench, the works.
    “It’s only going to be used with someone who I’m committed to. You know that.”
    West sighed melodramatically. “It is such a pain in the ass to raise a Domme. Take a chance, lovey. You know he’s earned it.”
    Stacy had volunteered information from time to time. The couple had revealed to her that a major schism had happened between them at the beginning of their relationship and they had gotten through it. Looking at their domestic bliss, it gave her hope for the future.
    “He’s never been to a club. Montana has very limited BDSM activity. So it’s gatherings at someone’s house.”
    “Sarge said Idaho has lots of perverts like us, though,” Tim added.
    Stacy leaned against Tim’s huge chest, loving the way he made her feel petite. Brendan had filled out a bit, but although he was taller, she would never feel tiny around him. Of course people Tim’s size were rare.
    He leaned down. “Bring him for Sunday lunch, okay, Stace?”
    She turned around for an all-encompassing hug, looked up and nodded. Sundays were family time. Tim and West would give Brendan the third degree. Ultimately they would leave the decision up to her.
    Tim continued. “If you want his first experience to be positive, think again about taking him to your house. I think it would be better for both of you. Less daunting. He’s not trained yet. I hope you’re going to make his first time more casual.”
    Stacy kept turning Tim’s words in her mind for the rest of the day. By the time she was driving to the