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for you to say anything when
ready obedience speaks for itself.”
    “Yes, Master,” she said, the words
resonating through her.
    Always before she’d used Sir when playing,
saving this word for a man who could do to her what this one had managed with
his unseen presence alone, touch the very core of her, so all she wanted to do
was surrender control and by doing it, serve him, please him.
    She would have dropped her own clothing to
the floor without care. But the kimono was too beautiful to treat with such
disregard.
    Nervousness poured into her with his
scrutiny. She could tell the gentleness with which she handled the garment
bothered him.
    Aggravation pulsed off him, making her
trembling increase before becoming the shiver of anticipation at glancing
through her lashes to see his eyes darken and heat with desire as she removed
bra and panties, baring her body to him.
    His gaze was a hot stroke against her
flesh, lingering on each inch of skin and radiating possessiveness. He liked
what he saw and she was glad she’d been blessed with looks that pleased them.
    Ache intensified in her nipples, the small
rings in them an invitation for a master’s sensual torment.
    The silence in the room grew heavy, heat
taking on weight and imperious command. She sank to her knees, buttocks touched
to her heels, head down and arms behind her back, the pose thrusting her
breasts forward in a submissive’s hope of gaining praise, her body already
craving his physical demonstration of it.
    “Did I not order you to strip?”
    Confusion gripped her. She dared a glance
upward so he could see the question on her face though the hesitancy in her
voice conveyed it as well. “Yes, Master.”
    “Remove the necklace.”
    Her breath seized. Her heart skipped and
raced, a chill sweeping her flesh. Her hands opened and closed behind her back
in the phantom ringing of a bar cloth, habitual delay while she tried to find
the right words, finally managing to force them out. “I’m sorry, Master, but I
cannot.”
    Displeasure thinned his lips and tightened
his nostrils. She cringed inwardly, hating to be the source of it.
    “Cannot or will not?”
    “Cannot.” And because it was truth, she
added in a whisper, “It is not negotiable, Master.”
    Lowering her eyes, she stole a glance at
the front of his trousers, hoping he wouldn’t change his mind and return her to
the lobby. The thought of it caused near-panic, and not solely because of her
purpose in coming to the club.
    It felt as though her heart beat against
the jewelry she wore in her nipples and navel and hood, ratcheting up the
intensity of her worry and her awareness as she waited for him to either accept
the hard limit or end their night together.
    Jubal fumed. A man had given her the
necklace. He knew it with every fiber of his being.
    He wanted to roar, to rip the offending
collar from her neck, because that’s what it looked like to him, some male’s
claim of ownership. But if that was so, then what was she doing in this place?
Why had she come here?
    He didn’t like the answer the questions
elicited, that she sought entry tonight because the man she mistakenly believed
she belonged to was at the club.
    Jubal suppressed a growl, though sending
her fleeing, if it meant he could capture her outside the club, would have been
a welcome outcome.
    She wouldn’t leave. Wouldn’t go beyond the
lobby. It was there in the lines of her body along with her worry he might set
her free. As if!
    “Your safe word is Enos. Use it and we are
finished.” Period .
    One way or another he would remove her from
the club. Let the cursed sound of the wizard’s name signal an end to this
madness.
    She shivered, trembled, and it was a call
to comfort he couldn’t deny. He might be her master, but already the power of a
dragon’s mate exerted itself.
    He stroked her hair. It was long, like his,
reaching down to the middle of her back, and remarkably soft despite being
thick and kinky.
    Her tiny sigh