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spilled across her shoulders, the silky abandon painfully touchable. Her coat was unfamiliar, a swingy salt and pepper tweed barely longer than her dress’s hem. As if he were compelled, his gaze slid past it and kept going. The shoes Hillary Sweets had chosen did unbelievably appealing things to Mia’s legs and ankles.
    “Is this all right?” Mia asked. “Hillary brought the coat when she stopped by to do my face and hair.”
    Jake’s hands had curled into fists. “It’s good.” His voice sounded strangely distant to his own ears. “You look like you’re supposed to.”
    Maybe it was just as well Mia wasn’t listening closely. Her eyes went round as she saw the car behind him. “You hired a limo?”
    “I did. We have ground rules to set on the way over.”
    A growl he couldn’t quite control darkened the assertion. When Mia’s soft red mouth parted in surprise he wanted to cover it with his. Though it went against his baser instincts, he opened the limo door for her instead.
    “Ground rules,” she repeated. “Right.”
    The part of him that was a natural master loved her slight nervousness. She slid into the back seat ahead of him, her hosiery hissing on the dark brown leather. The window between them and the driver was snugly shut. Jake tapped the glass to let the man know he could pull out. The little light on the ceiling enabled him and Mia to see each other.
    When she turned toward him, her knees were pressed together.
    “Here’s the deal,” he said, his cock gone partially erect just from her obedient schoolgirl pose. “Damien Call is a creature of habit. Every Thursday at nine sharp, he shows up at Audition. Maybe one visit out of four he zeroes in on someone who interests him. If that someone passes muster, he brings them to Diogenes. The club keeps expert doms on staff. Call selects one to handle his latest charge. Then he watches what happens. Whoever he’s brought from Audition has to agree to everything. Nothing can be done to him or her without permission.”
    Mia rolled her lips worriedly. Jake didn’t think the him or her reference registered. “Are the doms on staff trustworthy?”
    “They are, but it’s not my intention to let anyone lay a finger on you but me.”
    She flushed and his dick surged to full hardness. “I kind of figured. Do you have a plan for ensuring that?”
    Rather than answer, he stroked a fallen lock back around her ear. Her hair was cool and silky, her cheek hot and velvety. He’d never touched her like this before, and Mia sucked in a startled breath. Her responsiveness delighted him. He was willing to bet it would delight Damien Call as well.
    With his heart rate rising, Jake leaned closer. “My plan is for you to leave the plan to me. Be yourself. React the way you react. As long as you surrender your trust to me, everything will turn out right.”
    “Have you … done this before?” she asked, her deliciously breathy voice breaking.
    “Many times,” he assured her.
    “Why?” she blurted, reminding him she sometimes lacked an internal editor. He smiled, actually liking that about her.
    “Why does anyone do anything? It gives me a special buzz.”
    “Has it always?”
    Mia’s eyes were huge, her thick spiky lashes untouched by mascara. A pulse beat crazily in her neck. Jake wet his lips and answered without editing himself. “The first non-ignorable boner I remember getting was from watching a girl be tied up in a movie. I was so excited I had to jack off in the theater john before the film ended. I didn’t care that my friends teased me for leaving in the middle. I literally could not control myself until I took care of it.”
    “So it’s bondage that gets you.”
    “Among other things.” He touched the beating hollow between her clavicles, the stroke of his fingertip feather light. The wheels bumped across a pothole but kept rolling.
    Mia shivered a tiny bit. “You don’t seem out of control tonight.”
    “I’ve learned to keep myself