Shield's Submissive by Trina Lane Page B

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    scene. The books offered a wealth of research material.
    In the next couple days, he was definitely going to talk to her about his role in the scene and find out whether she had ever tried it or was open to exploring the possibilities. Strong physical connection aside, he enjoyed the soft comforting kisses they shared and holding her in his arms while watching the movie. They worked in the same field, and he had a lot of respect for her dedication and talent. Any conversation between them was relaxed and open.
    He even enjoyed just sitting with her in quiet. What it really boiled down to was that for the first time he felt that he could be honest and show a woman he cared for the real him.

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    Mark sat in his office contemplating the swirling dervishes of his screen saver as he reminisced about the weekend and contemplated how he wanted to approach the topic of a D/s relationship. Their time together over the weekend had gone better then he’d hoped for.
    After their meal Saturday night, they had relaxed by the fireplace. He’d taken her upstairs, given her a sensual massage and proceeded to make Erica scream herself hoarse. Every time they came together, he experienced new heights of pleasure. They had collapsed in exhaustion as the sun rose Sunday morning and spent the rest of the day lazing about the cabin. He’d lost to her in a competitive game of Scrabble. That afternoon they went back to the National Park, and he’d taught her to fish in Sprague Lake. They’d cooked the rainbow trout over a campfire and eaten it for dinner.
    By the time they’d reached the Denver city limits, it was getting late, so he had not taken an opportunity to discuss his desire to enhance their relationship with certain BDSM
    elements. He had sensed Erica’s passionate nature from the time they’d met. She was passionate about her work, her friends, and her health. Logically, she would embrace similar characteristics in her sensuality.

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    He knew many of the players in the scene were high level executives who embraced their need to submit in the bedroom, however, how to discuss that with someone not already involved was a conundrum. That was why he’d wanted their initial encounter to play out without introducing any other elements. So he still questioned if she recognised her behaviours for what they were and, perhaps, didn’t want to advertise the need immediately.
    Or were the behaviours inherent? Would she be open to further exploring and fostering them as a trained sub?
    He had been involved in the scene for several years. His first sexual encounter had happened just after he’d turned sixteen. While there was some of the expected awkward fumbling, he’d clearly sensed the desire to control the experience. At the time, he hadn’t recognised the behaviours for what they were but had understood the need was a requirement for him to fully enjoy sex. He’d been fortunate that his high school girlfriend had been a sweet-natured girl who’d essentially allowed him to have his way.
    Unbeknownst to him, his father had seen them having sex one summer night. He’d recognised Mark’s behaviours for what they were. Pulling him aside one evening, his dad had explained what a sexual dominant was and how it was crucial to remember that an acting dominant had the responsibility to not only be concerned about his or her own pleasure but the safety, health and pleasure of their partner. He must always make it clear that any activities between partners were safe and consensual.
    He remember sitting in his father’s study feeling in part embarrassed to be talking about such things and in part relieved because he’d now be able to explain why he felt the way he did. Over the years, he’d continued to explore and foster this nature.
    When he’d started his third year at university, he’d ventured into a BDSM club and met Gene, another Dom. Gene had immediately recognised Mark’s