Dante gives the boys a nod and I see the entire demeanor of the group change. One minute they’re joking, and the next they’ve all gone silent. They’re eyeing me critically, and I gulp.
One of them—a tall blonde—breaks the silence. “I’ll try her first,” he says. I’m standing in front of the table, and he makes his way towards me.
“Your safeword is leather?” The way he asks sends a chill up my spine. This man looks extremely strong and practically towers over me. There’s nothing kind in his face, but beneath my jitters I can feel small butterflies in my stomach.
I nod at him, and he immediately picks me up from behind. He lifts me effortlessly, which scares me as much as it turns me on. He only lifts me a few feet—back to the table of men—before setting me down.
“Bend over,” he says.
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