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good girl you are, Belle.”
    Pleasure curled through her. Claire found it almost unbelievable that his praise meant so much to her. Yes, there was satisfaction in doing well, but there was also sexual titillation. Her body thrummed with growing need. Her nipples poked against the soft material of her dress and her pussy clenched.
    And he hadn’t even touched her.
    “Would you like some champagne, Belle?”
    Claire nodded. He lifted the flute to her lips and she sipped the bubbly, sweet liquid. “Thank you, Master.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    He finished off the drink. Then he said, “Spread your legs.”
    Her pulse stuttered, but she did as he asked. She nearly swallowed her tongue when he reached between her thighs and stroked one finger up one side of her labia and down the other.
    “You’re wet,” he said. His voice went low and hot. “I bet you taste good.”
    Why don’t you find out? But she didn’t dare utter those words. In this world, she belonged to him. She was not the aggressor. She needed only to relax and he would care for her.
    His finger delved between her folds, teasing the sensitive flesh. Her palms tingled as she kept them pressed against the table; her hands started to sweat. Even so, she didn’t move them lest her disobedience cause her Master to stop touching her.
    She wanted to squirm and to moan and to beg, but she said nothing and kept her ass planted against the vinyl. He didn’t look at her, but she knew she had his attention. God knew that he had hers.
    Moisture beaded her forehead and she bit her lower lip as a moan threatened to escape from her throat.
    “You will not come,” he said as his finger diddled her clit. “Not until I tell you.”
    She wanted to protest the very idea of being brought to orgasm in the middle of a crowded bar, but she couldn’t get words to form.
    Excitement built in her pussy as he stroked her faster and faster. She sucked in a breath and her eyes fluttered closed.
    “Open your eyes,” he said. “Look at me.”
    She turned dazed eyes to him.
    “You are so beautiful,” he said. “I can’t wait to see you come.”
    Her breath quickened and her heart pounded furiously. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. She could let go at any second.
    “Put your arms around me.”
    Claire gladly lifted her palms off the table and wrapped her arms around her Master. Doing so shifted her position slightly, but it didn’t affect her Master’s expert pleasuring of her clit.
    He moved closer as if accepting her hug. She was startled when he leaned down and lightly bit her left nipple through her dress. Whoa! Pleasure-pain zapped straight to her cunt.
    He nuzzled his way up her neck. “Look at me.”
    She drew back far enough so she could lock eyes with him. Her entire body thrummed with need. Oh, God. She teetered on the edge. She wanted to beg for release, but even more, she wanted his permission.
    Oh, hell. It was true. She craved his dominion. She wanted to submit to him. It felt right. And oh-so-good.
    “Belle,” he whispered, keeping his gaze on hers, “I want you to come.”
    He leaned down and bit her nipple again. The intensity of that action pushed her over.
    Endless waves of bliss crashed through her. Her arms tightened around his shoulders as she swallowed her cries of completion. Her whole body shuddered as he cupped her mound; her pussy convulsed and wept against his hand.
    He gave her a few moments to recover, but he had made her shatter in more ways than one. She felt swallowed up by the emotions rioting through her still trembling body. She felt so vulnerable right now, and more than a little worried about her ease with this stranger.
    “Come here,” he said as he pulled her onto his lap. He kissed her—a sweet, brief press against her lips. “How do you feel?”
    “Incredible.” Orgasmic tremors still rocked her pussy. “Thank you, Master.”
    He smiled. “Ma fleur, we have only begun our journey together.” He pushed her hair behind