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Once his socks are off, I place them over with his other clothes and order him to lie face down

between the linens. Those that came out for my class lean forward, anxious to hear what I’m going to

say. I’ve never taught BDSM classes before. Mine are typically one on one with a client and their

spouse or for fellow therapists coming into our spa.

It’s a lot more nerve-wracking with all these people staring at me, waiting to hear what I have to

say. Will I give them everything they need to be safe while doing these techniques?

Partners rub each other all the time with no ill effects, so this shouldn’t be that different. Placing

my hands on Master Aiden’s back, I take in a deep breath and look out over the crowd. “First, we’re

going to talk about safety. I’m going to show you areas that you do not need to massage and other

areas where caution is needed. Let’s begin.”

CHAPTER 6

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THE MINUTES ZIP BY LIKE SECONDS. EVEN AS I SET DOWN THE GUA SHA TOOLS, I WRACK MY BRAIN TO

see if there was something I missed. I’m pretty sure I covered everything, and if not, they’ll ask if they

have any questions.

Leaning down, I place my hands on Master Aiden’s back and whisper into his ear. “Thank you so

much for being my demo bottom today. How are you feeling?”

Just touching him like this, laying my hands on him, sends a flutter of arousal through my body. I

can only imagine what it’s like on his end. If his erection is anything to go by, he definitely enjoyed it.

Lucky for him, though, he didn’t ask for me to relieve him of it. I’m pretty sure he’d be kicked out of

Black Light for good if he was that stupid.

He leans up, his mouth curling into a grin. “Like a champ. Ready to hurt me?”

Even though he winks, showing me that he’s teasing, my gut clenches as dread floods my system.

Deep down, I was hoping he’d forget. I don’t want to hurt him, and yet, he’s begging me to, goading

me even. It goes against everything I know as a therapist, but I can’t seem to find it in me to tell him

no. I want to make him happy. I want to please him. And for some reason, this cockamamie plan

seems to bring him joy.

“I can’t let you back on my table away from others, but we could possibly use the ones over to the

side?”

“Sounds like a plan to me. Need help getting this packed up?”