Serena's Submission
her face, which was having a hypnotic effect on her, as was the piercing intensity of his dark eyes—eyes that seemed to be drilling into her soul.
    “He wanted to. He doesn’t know that I am here alone tonight.”
    Aaron raised his eyebrows. “He is going to be angry that you disobeyed him. I take it that he is a Dominant?”
    “He is just a friend with no right to be angry,” Serena snapped. “I guess he is a Dominant. I didn’t ask him for that much information about his personal involvement.”
    Serena watched Aaron warily as he continued to assess her.
    “Here is what we’ll do, angel. I will stay with you this evening and we will do nothing but watch. You can check out the scene and see if it’s something that you would like to explore further. For tonight I’ll be your protector, I’ll keep you safe as you explore those dark desires that are so intriguing to you.”
    His voice was seductive and so deep and powerful that Serena grew wet with arousal and the thought of him as her protector sent a thrill of excitement singing through her veins. She had to admit that she needed him. She hadn’t properly considered the potential risks of this endeavour, her excitement at the adventure had overcome her common sense and she could kick herself for her stupidity. Before she could respond, he continued with his proposal.
    “There are two rules,” he said, as he moved his hand from her face to caress her right arm. His soft touch sent a shiver through her, hardening her nipples until she feared they would jut visibly out of her dress.
    “Rule one—which your friend should have warned you about—what happens in the club stays in the club. No names mentioned outside, and if you see someone on the outside whom you recognise from here, you pretend you don’t know them. Rule two—if you like what you see tonight and you want to come back, I will train you and I will be your Dom.”
    Serena gasped. This was moving too fast. She had only just met this man and he was proposing to be her Dom—this was crazy. She was only here to look and research, not to participate. She stared at her lap and bit her lip in indecision. The look on her face must have betrayed her sudden anxiety. Aaron reached out and took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted her head up so she was looking into his eyes.
    “Don’t be scared, baby. I know you’re new to this and I wouldn’t do anything without preparing you first. We won’t do anything that you don’t want to do, angel, but I want to teach you, I want to be the man whom you submit to. I want you as mine,” he murmured in his low seductive voice.
    Serena’s mouth went dry. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to offer herself to him, to submit to him totally and to have him possess her. She closed her eyes briefly in an effort to regain some control over her raging hormones and her common sense finally kicked in.
    “We don’t know each other, Aaron, how can you propose to train me and be my Dom when we know nothing about each other?”
    “You want me to take you out on a date first?” he asked with a chuckle.
    “Well, is that so silly?”
    His eyes narrowed in contemplation. “No, it’s not silly,” he responded. “The most important aspect in a D/s relationship is trust and I have to remember that you are new to this—just a baby.”
    “I’ll have you know that I am twenty-four and as far from a baby as is possible.”
    Aaron smiled. “I meant a baby in the best sense—new, fresh and inexperienced. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let me show you things this evening and we’ll go from there. After tonight you decide if you want to come back.”
    “What about sex?” Serena asked suddenly. “Will we have to…?” She waved her hand in the air vaguely.
    It was an embarrassing question and her cheeks flushed with discomfiture, but she had to ask. She needed to know what Aaron’s expectations in that regard were. She held her breath, both

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