Free How to Reprimand Your Rock Star (DommeNation #2) by Mina Vaughn Page A

react to the name. Discretion must be part of this secret club or otherwise everyone would know each other’s kinky secrets out there in the regular world.
    “He’s a submissive, or a sub. Although by the sound of his personality, he may be a switch. He may want to top you at one point.”
    “I’m always going to be on top?” I asked. This BDSM stuff was hard. I didn’t know I’d go into it with a position in mind. Oh dear, I was thinking about sexual positions now. Then again, what else should I expect from my thoughts while I was in a sex shop. A kinky one at that.
    She giggled and rifled through her desk. “No, top is your position of power. He’s a bottom, but what I think may happen is that he may want to turn the tables on you at some point. He sounds complicated, and sometimes that means they want things and then they want something else entirely. Does that interest you, switching?”
    I shook my head. “I like feeling in control.”
    She handed me a book but kept our eyes locked. “Then if he ever brings it up, tell him so. You should buy this and read it. It explains all the basics of our world.”
    Our world . The words tingled in my mind. I did feel like I was entering a new world after I passed through that curtain. One of leather and whips and tops and bottoms, nothing familiar but all enticing.
    “Thank you,” I said sincerely. “Can I come back? Maybe after I see him? Or possibly before, considering our next date is in a couple of weeks.”
    “Of course. I think you’re going to enjoy yourself, but you still have a lot to learn. Come see me anytime. In fact,” she said, pulling out a card, “text me if you have any questions in the meantime.”
    I was suspicious for a moment—she was being almost too nice. I paid for my kinky wares and took her card.
    I picked up my bag of goodies and stuffed it into my backpack, a reminder of my ordinary world . . . one of books and basketball. Shit, some awful practices coming up. Chapel Hill means more than just Keaton, I had to remind myself. Basketball was my entire raison d’être.
    Scarlett let out a throaty laugh at my discretion. “Go get ‘em!”

Before heading back to my dorm, I took a quick detour to the gym for some extra reps in the weight room. I had been working out with the team regularly, but a few additional sets wouldn’t hurt. I had to be in top form. Maybe tonight I’d try for some extra sleep, too. And skip the late-night pizza we order all too often.
    When I arrived back at the dorm room, Callie was all dolled up in snakeskin-print skinny jeans and a tight black top.
    “Where are you going?” I asked, curious that she’d be slathering on lipstick instead of preparing for the game.
    “The real question is why aren’t you dressed yet?” she asked incredulously, eyeing my casual gear. I dropped my book bag and its secret cargo and shrugged.
    “What’s going on?”
    Callie tsked at me. “Do you only check your phone when your rockstar boyfriend is calling?”
    I shooshed her and pulled out my phone. Five missed texts.
    “Seriously,” I said, eyes narrowed. “Why would the boys’ team be throwing a party for us tonight?”
    Callie pulled on some black boots. “Because they’re our counterparts and they want to celebrate our success in moving on in the tournament?”
    I shook my head at her. “This is some sort of trap. They’re trying to get us tired and hungover so we suck at practice and Coach gets mad. And you know they want to get further than us in the tournament since we always top them.”
    Yup, definitely blushed at saying top them .
    “You’re overanalyzing.”
    “You’re naïve.”
    She poked her finger at my chest. “You’re the one who’s naïve! I’ve had to explain a lot of sex stuff to you in the past few days, woman. Now, if you’d only just borrow my Kindle, we wouldn’t have to have uncomfortable conversations about anal beads.”
    “We have never talked about anal beads, and we never