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Dmitri do to me?”
    Cora hesitated. “To be honest, I don’t know. He’ll decide the scene for you, but once you set your limits, he won’t exceed them. He might use a flogger, maybe bondage or a spank or two.” She shrugged, as if discussing toppings on a pizza. “The options are endless.”
    Presley noticed the heaviness pooling low in her belly at those choices, though it was hard to imagine actually doing a scene. As much as she tried to place herself in the situations that she discovered in her books, she couldn’t. More so, she couldn’t imagine acting out those fantasies; her confidence had been wavering all day. “What if I screw up and do something wrong?”
    “He’ll punish you,” Cora replied flatly.
    Presley’s blood became ice-cold. Even in her books, punishment never looked enjoyable. While Dmitri had disciplined her, she doubted his punishments would be to send her to her knees. Some of the punishments in her books were brutal. “What will his punishment look like?”
    “No clue.” Cora smiled, her eyes glinting. “Doms are creative buggers, so it’ll be something sucky. But you’re new to the lifestyle, and Dmitri will be softer on you than he would be on me.”
    Didn’t that bring up an interesting thought? Part of Presley didn’t want to ask her next question because it seemed icky, but the other part of her—the curious part—couldn’t hold back. “Have you played with Dmitri before?”
    “Never.”
    Presley considered, trying to think up a good reason for that—even if it pleased her to no end that her friend hadn’t slept with Dmitri—but she came up short. “You’ve played with Aidan, Kyler, and some of the others, so why not him?”
    “Not sure why.” Cora tucked her legs underneath her. “I did offer myself to him a couple of years ago, and he was sweet about it when he refused me.”
    That didn’t surprise her. Dmitri seemed to have a sweetness under all his dominant touches and commanding voice. Heck, even Mary appeared indebted to him, and only someone of high quality could have that effect on others. “What did he do?”
    Cora grinned, her eyes glossing over in a memory. “He spent a few minutes giving me some of the best compliments I’ve ever heard in my life. But he also said that because of external reasons, it wasn’t right for him to take me into a scene.”
    “What external reasons?”
    Cora blinked to awareness. “I have no idea, and he never went into more detail, but it didn’t matter. He was sweet enough, that’s all I focused on.”
    Presley chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I would, too.” Nibbling her lip, she glanced down to her hands, which she was twining in her lap. “It’s hard to imagine anyone giving nice compliments over a few minutes.”
    “That’s because you were with an asshole.” She snorted softly, dragging Presley’s attention to her. Cora’s eyes blazed. “You haven’t been treated right, is all, but don’t let Steven leave that impression on you. You’re amazing and sweet, such a good friend, and Dmitri will see those qualities in you.” She grinned. “And reward you for it.”
    Presley laughed, though tension filled her chest. Cora might see those things, but the truth was, maybe she saw stuff others didn’t. If she’d been all those things, Steven wouldn’t have strayed, right?
    At the same time, she realized that the agreement with Dmitri came as a blessing. The rules were clear, his role even more obvious, and there was freedom in that. The perfect recipe for her new life: no messy emotions and all kinky sex.
    Cora turned on the couch, pressed her back against the armrest and pulling her legs up underneath her. “So, what else is worrying you?”
    A thousand things . Presley figured it best to oust them rather than fret. She needed to be prepared, even if she doubted she’d ever be prepared for what awaited her tonight in the dungeon. “What if I don’t like what he’s doing?”
    Cora gathered her hair over