Free Writes of Submission by Cassidy Browning

and released and filled her with his cum just as liege had just done with her face. Kane stole a look at Nikki, who was even redder. The notebook was clutched in one hand while the other rubbed up and down the outside of her hip. It looked as if she was unsure what to do and was fighting for control just as he was.
    Karl and Brad untied allie and carried her to a couch. As they wrapped her in a blanket and sat next to her, she cuddled closely against them. Kane turned to the others to suggest that they go back to the house and found that Nikki had already slipped away. He and Dante followed her example in a companionable silence.

Chapter 7
     
    Nikki tiptoed down the stairs, listening carefully to see if anyone was around. The house was silent, which was good. Allie had said that breakfast would be available from eight until nine, so Nikki was counting on the fact that Allie would be alone in the kitchen at seven-thirty, getting prepared.
    That was exactly the case. Allie looked up from something she was mixing to give Nikki a friendly smile. “Morning. Coffee?”
    “Yes, please.” Nikki felt her face going hot at the sight of Allie, even though what had happened the night before didn’t seem to be bothering her at all. These people were even stranger than she’d thought.
    “Can I help with anything?” Nikki’s first impulse was to take the coffee and scurry back up to her room, but she knew it would be rude of her. She was here to learn about this stuff, and Allie had very graciously offered herself as the—what did they call it? A demo bottom? She had to keep in mind that if it weren’t for Allie, she would probably have been the one expected to get naked and let herself be tied up on a table.
    “No, thanks.” Allie handed her a mug of coffee and pointed to a tray of condiments on the table. “But you’re welcome to sit and chat while I cook.”
    “Okay.” Nikki took a seat and reached for the cream and sugar.
    “What did you think about last night?”
    Nikki jumped a little. It seemed almost crude to be talking about sex in a kitchen first thing in the morning, but she supposed that wasn’t something that would bother Allie. Or Kane. If she was going to be a romance writer, she’d probably better get used to it.
    “It wasn’t quite what I was expecting,” she admitted finally, staring into her coffee mug.
    Allie laughed. “I imagine not. You haven’t been to any dungeon parties or anything like that, right?”
    “No.”
    Allie poured her concoction into a baking pan and popped it into the oven. Then she picked up her own coffee and came over to sit across from Nikki. “Let’s talk a little bit about dungeons, then. Am I right in thinking you’d be more comfortable discussing this with me to start with?”
    Nikki’s head jerked up. She hadn’t quite considered that. “Yes, please,” she said. The more Allie explained to her, the less she’d have to ask Kane. She wasn’t at all sure about sitting down with Kane and talking about sex. How had she not thought about all this before?
    Because, of course, she’d been expecting Candee Appelbaum to be a comfortable, middle-aged woman who used her imagination for the hot, spicy scenes she wrote. Not a gorgeous hunk of a guy who would expect her to go to public dungeons and watch people having sex. Or worse.
    “All right, then.” Allie reached over and patted her hand. “You really need to relax, okay? I know this stuff is a bit of an acquired taste, but if you’re going to write about it, you should know how it’s really practiced. Misconceptions about our lifestyle can really hurt the people who actually live it.”
    Nikki’s coffee cup paused halfway to her mouth. “Really? How?”
    “Well, for one thing, people who don’t know better tend to assume that polyamory is no different than cheating, that BDSM is just abuse, and that power exchange is manipulative and preys on weak people. So if a single mother is ‘outed’ as being kinky,