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relive the tension, or at least make it bearable enough that she didn’t scream
for him to fuck her right there in the chair. She was trying to be cool despite
the battle waging inside her.
    “Stop,” the woman said with a tone so commanding even
Miranda’s spine straightened to attention. “Good. Now let me see your hands and
place them on the arms of the chair.”
    His fingers shimmered with pussy cream as he gripped the
leather upholstery, but he kept his head buried in her groin.
    “Make me come with only your mouth, Army,” she ordered.
    Miranda squeezed her thighs together and bit back a whimper.
Cripes, even she was ready to crawl across the floor to do as this woman
commanded.
    “This is Jasmina and her newest trainee, Army. Aren’t they
beautiful together?” Jorges asked in hushed tones, as if they were in the
middle of a wildlife preserve and he didn’t want to spook the animals they were
there to observe in their natural state.
    She nodded, then her eyes widened. “What do you mean,
trainee?”
    “Army wishes to be subservient, it’s his natural
inclination. His job allows him the freedom to follow orders, but outside he’s
expected to be the leader. Jasmina is teaching him how to embrace his
submissive side while outside of uniform.”
    “Uniform? Is that why he’s called Army?”
    “Yep. He’ll earn his name back when he’s completed his
training.”
    “That sounds so…emotionally wretched.”
    “It can be. You’re torn down to the marrow then rebuilt into
someone stronger.”
    She turned to face him. “Are you a Dominant? Have you gone
through something like this?”
    “Me?” He smiled. “Nah. I don’t swing one way or the other.
It only works for those who truly identify with either side, or are struggling
to find that missing part of them that can make them secure. I can’t say happy,
because even if you discover your true self, happiness is not a guarantee.”
    “True. Unfortunate, but true.”
    He nuzzled her cheek. “But I want you to watch them for
another reason. See, Army doesn’t follow her orders because he was told he’s
supposed to but because he wants to. She commands him, and he in turn wants to please
her. Understand?”
    She wanted to say yes, really, but she couldn’t. “No.
Sorry.”
    “Don’t be sorry. I want you to see that you don’t have to be
a size four, or strip naked to command attention. It’s in the tone of her
voice, her demeanor. Jasmina believes she’s the bomb.”
    “But she is.”
    “And you can be too.”
    Was it possible? Could she reign over her own dominion?
    In her imagination she pictured herself in the chair with
Jorges’ bare back glistening under the lights as he licked at her pouty pussy
lips. In her head she heard herself voicing her desires in a low, steady tone
filled with confidence and spoken by a woman who knew what she wanted and was
not going to stop until it was in her possession.
    “Do you want to stay and keep watching?”
    She turned her head and found Jorges watching her with
sex-drowsy eyes. The firm line of his upper lip beckoned her to trace the edge
with the tip of her finger. The soft puff of his breath as he sighed tickled
her hand. Despite all the distractions competing for her attention, the world
faded away until there was only Jorges and his smoldering sensuality waiting
for her to respond.
    “I want you,” she answered, proud of the conviction ringing
in her words.
    “You want me…to do what?”
    “Whatever I want.”
    Any doubt she may have harbored was snuffed out as he
smothered her lips with a hot kiss. “That’s my girl.”

Chapter Four
     
    Tomorrow Miranda could claim the confident, sexy woman
inhabiting her body was beckoned forth by alcohol, or pheromones pumped into
the air, or hypnosis caused by the seductive cadence of Jorges’ baritone. For
now she was going to pretend she had this scenario planned the entire time.
    At least that was the idea until she entered a room draped
with