As the biggest one, Kincaid, looked at Luke and grinned, a dark feeling of foreboding and suspicion started to rise in Luke’s chest.

“This is Master Brian,” said Olivia, stepping back and introducing the tall, leanly muscled man. He smiled at the subbies, looking almost non-threatening for the moment, which made her lips twitch. They’d be in for a surprise if they made the same mistake Sharon had in thinking he was easy going.

“Master Mitch.” Grinning, Mitch winked at the women, his gaze lingering on Rae, causing a little round of giggles. Interestingly enough, Rae wouldn’t meet his eyes and she was the only one who didn’t giggle at his wink. That pairing should be fun to watch this evening.

“Master Zach.” Zach gave them a little hello wave of his hand, although his expression remained sternly composed. The small group of submissive women had definitely brought out his more dominant side. Olivia gave him a small smile of approval.

“And Master Kincaid.” With his arms crossed over his chest, Kincaid was definitely the most imposing of the dominants, and the smiles faded as all the women shifted nervously. Olivia definitely approved.

Stepping forward again, Olivia gestured at the table of women. “I know all of your names already, but let’s go ahead and have introductions for the class at large. Tell us your name, or what you would like to be called, and any experience you have or where you heard about BDSM and Stronghold if you don’t have any hands-on experience. We’ll start with you.”

Under Olivia’s eye the curvy blonde, Samantha, sat a little straighter, rubbing her hands on her thighs. “My name is Samantha. I went to a club in LA when I was visiting a friend last year and... um, after that I haven’t been back but I, um, experimented with my boyfriend at the time. After we broke up I started looking around online and I found Stronghold and put in an application.”

She looked unsure if she should say more, but Olivia just nodded and turned her gaze to the redhead, Morgan. Morgan’s hair was a deep rich red, even darker red than Olivia’s, and hung in waves nearly to her waist. She straightened up, her shoulders going back and thrusting her breasts forward, emphasizing the creamy cleavage revealed by her v-neck sweater.