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her, to have her for his own.
    An assertive woman. He wasn’t surprised that the sub, Joey, had assumed she was a Domme. From a distance, he would have assumed the same. But up close, when he touched her, she yielded completely, even when her reaction confused her.
    Everything about her appealed to him, from her lush little body to her logical mind…and the passion that kept breaking loose from her stringent control.
    And she was pushing his own control to the breaking point. So, let her wander some more. Think some more. All the choices needed to be hers, right up until she handed the right to him.
    Matthew stopped at one of the farther stations. A sub was tied down over a spanking bench. Her Dom had his cock shoved into her mouth, and she was crying, protesting.
    “One of the observers was worried,” the dungeon monitor said, “but the sub hasn’t used any safe word or gesture.”
    Zachary tilted his head, his eyes on the sobbing woman, letting her feelings slide into him. He grinned. “It’s part of the scene and her favorite activity. No worries.”
    Matthew clapped Zachary on the arm with a laugh. “Good enough. Damn, life is easier when you’re here, boss. Sorry if I interrupted something with that little newcomer.”

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    Cherise Sinclair
    Biting her lip, Jessica gazed after Sir. She’d been more turned on by kissing him than by having sex with someone else. How did he do that? Affect her like that? There was something about him…not just his words…even his walk was powerful. Controlled. Back in college, she’d been to a karate exhibition where some of the black belts had that aura, an unsettling mixture of danger and discipline. She wasn’t the only one who he affected, either.
    Club members moved out of his way; the women turned to watch after he passed.
    Just like her.
    And he’d called her little one. She frowned. If another man labeled her that, she’d cut him down to size, so why had her insides melted when Sir did it? Oh, she was in deep trouble here.
    After he disappeared into the crowd, she turned back to finish her drink. Trying to ignore the seductive music, she smiled at the two men who took seats beside her, exchanged introductions, and was soon in a heated conversation about tax laws.
    One of the men, Gabe, had a presence about him almost like Sir. His confidence and the commanding look in his eyes gave her a funny sinking feeling inside.
    The bartender’s gaze had that effect on her too, she realized, as Cullen wandered back to their area. He shook his head at Gabe. “Uh-uh. Z’s.”
    Gabe frowned. “Now there’s a pity. Well, Jessica, if you ever find yourself fancy-free, I’d enjoy getting to know you better.”
    “I --” Unable to think of a proper rejoinder, Jessica nodded politely and watched Gabe walk away. She turned to Cullen. “What is this ‘Z’s’ stuff? He’s not my owner, dammit.”
    His grin flickered so quickly she almost didn’t see it. “No, love, he’s not. I just thought I’d save Gabe some effort. I’ve seen you with Master Z; Gabe doesn’t stand a chance.”
    Jessica glared and turned her back on him. Like she was so obvious.
    She wasn’t, was she?

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    Of course not. Putting her chin up and Sir out of her mind, she smiled and opened conversations with the members around her. Strange conversations at times. One man had long chains fastened to his belt. In fishnet tops and latex shorts, two men, obviously gay -- or would that be bi? -- checked her out for a threesome. A woman, in skintight red latex and matching gloves to her elbows, owned a bookstore and was fun to talk with, but her heated gaze was disconcerting.
    When the woman moved away, Jessica glanced around the room. Her nerves had settled. She should continue exploring since her tame world sure didn’t include anything like this place. Why did she find some of this stuff so…arousing?
    Uncomfortable as the admission was, she needed an answer. She’d never been one to