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Mandy started to stand. Zane stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
    “Stay there.” That was a command. An order.
    “I think it would be better—”
    “I said, stay there. ” Zane bent over her shoulder. His breath puffed in her ear. Her body tingled. “Watch.”
    She thought about telling him to fuck off and leave. If the guy kneeling in front of her hadn’t been Andrew Clark, she probably would have. She was so not liking this bossy asshole dom thing. But she decided it would be a good thing if she played along for now. If Zane invited her into another one of these private sessions with Clark, she’d have another shot at getting her pictures. The trick would be concealing the camera better.
    She gnawed on her lower lip and settled into a comfortable position on the floor.
    “Look at her,” Zane said to his slave as he straightened up. “She’s watching you. She’s hungry for your cock.”
    Andrew’s dilated eyes found hers. His lips parted slightly, his breathing visibly speeding up.
    “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Zane circled around the back of Andrew.
    “Yes, master.”
    Zane bent over his slave, leaning close to him. Zane’s eyes found Mandy’s. His lips curled into a seductive smile. “You want her to suck your cock down her throat.” A very different image flashed in Mandy’s mind, of Zane standing nude before her, his cock thrusting into her mouth.
    Andrew visibly trembled. “Oh, yeah.”
    Zane flogged him again. “You want to shoot your cum down her throat.”
    Andrew licked his lips. His eyelids were heavy, the deep red stain coloring his neck creeping up to his face. “Yeah.”
    Zane struck him again, and Andrew shuddered. “You want to grab her hair and fuck her mouth.”
    Was that what Zane wanted? Mandy’s empty pussy clenched as a wave of warmth surged through her body.
    “Oh, yeah.” Andrew’s teeth gritted. His skin shimmered as a coating of sweat slicked his shoulders, his back, his stomach. He was going to cum. Just from being flogged? “More, please. More.”
    Zane’s wrist flicked again, again. And with each strike, Andrew’s body became tenser, hotter, his cock harder. And, thanks to Zane’s sharp-eyed gaze catching her reaction every time, Mandy became more breathless, dizzy, and tight all over. “Come now!” Zane demanded. “Catch it in your hand.”
    Andrew closed his fist over the head of his cock. His head fell back. His whole body quaked and then spasmed. He roared as his fist filled with his come.
    On the verge of coming herself, Mandy watched. At Zane’s dark look of satisfaction, a flood of slick warmth soaked her panties. That was nothing like she’d expected. It was strange and unsettling and bizarre. And freaking hotter than hell.
    Zane pushed Andrew’s head to the side and dragged his tongue up the length of his neck. “Very good. You have pleased me.” He walked around them, stopping directly behind her. He leaned over her shoulder. Painfully aware of his heat, Mandy shivered. “Did you enjoy that, Amanda?”
    “Y-yes,” she said, her pussy warm, her panties sodden, her senses überalert. She inhaled deeply, smelling Zane and Andrew. Man and cum and sex. God, it wouldn’t take more than a stroke or two to send her over the edge.
    Where was her rabbit when she needed it?
    “Very good. I’m not finished with you.” Zane helped her to her feet, and she staggered back to the couch. Meanwhile, Zane and Andrew sat and talked quietly. She drained her glass and stood, prepared to leave them alone. Zane gave her a don’t-go look and held up an index finger.
    Andrew nodded, said one last thing, then gathered his clothes and left.
    Now she was alone with Zane. All alone. And he’d said he wasn’t done with her.
    What did he have in mind?
    He sauntered over to her with a loose-hipped swagger. He didn’t sit. “Who’s your client?”
    Okay, so that wasn’t what she’d expected. She threw one leg over the other and crossed her arms.