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muscle in his body tensed. What if she decided that the time they’d spent together had been a mistake? What did he do then? As someone who was an out and out Dom, uncertainty was an unfamiliar sensation for him.
    But then she smiled, a curve of the lips that was a seductive combination of submission and impudence, and he knew it would be all right.
    She wet her bottom lip with her tongue, a gesture that made his balls ache. “It will be my pleasure to serve you, Sir. All night.”
    Jesus!
    Forcing a control he didn’t feel, he stepped away from the bar. “Follow me, girl. I have a room already reserved.”
    He’d made his arrangements very carefully, letting Simon know specifically how he wanted the room set up. During their sessions he’d learned just how much spanking turned her on. How much she loved being restrained and, while her skin was still on fire, being fucked in the ass. How she’d urged him, in a sub voice that almost bordered on impudence, to tighten the nipple clamps even more. One night hadn’t begun to let him know how and what she could tolerate.
    He unlocked the door to the room with the key card Simon had given him and walked in ahead of her. When he turned, he saw she had stopped behind him, hands clasped behind her back, waiting for his commands. He had to swallow a grin. It was normal procedure for a sub in this situation to stand with her gaze lowered, but he’d felt right from the beginning that Megan was nothing like all the other subs he’d been with. The battle raging within her between lustful desire and the need to retain some portion of herself was evident in every line of her body, every gesture, every expression on her face.
    He wanted the sex tonight to be mind-blowing, but he also wanted her to acknowledge the connection. And to give him her trust beyond the boundaries of this room.
    Then you’d better be prepared to give her yours, asshole.
    Beau realized Megan was looking at him expectantly so he mentally shook himself out of his trance.
    “Safe word,” he said. “Not the one you use for everyone. A word that you pick just for us.”
    For a moment he saw confusion in her eyes, but then she blinked and it was gone. Her mouth curved in that sassy smile again.
    “Alpha.”
    Beau lifted an eyebrow. “Alpha? That’s a weird choice.”
    “My Master is an alpha male,” she told him. “I wish to honor you that way.”
    Was she sending him signals? Was he reading too much into it?
    “Alpha it is.” He took a step back. “Strip. And do it very slowly. Present yourself to me after you remove each item of clothing.”
    He was pleased to note the slight trembling of her fingers as she undid the button at the top of the halter and opened the tie at the back. When the garment fell to the floor she moved forward to him, waiting, arms at her sides. Beau sucked in his breath at the sight of her full breasts and the rosy nipples. Taking each one between thumb and forefinger, he squeezed, slowly exerting pressure, feeling the flesh harden beneath his touch. He saw first a flash of pain then a blaze of heat in her eyes and rolled the hard buds between thumb and forefinger again.
    “I can’t wait to see these decorated with clamps again. Simon assured me the kind I want are stocked in this room.” He bent and licked each one with a swipe of his tongue. “Have you ever thought of piercing them?”
    Megan sucked in a tiny breath and the pulse beating at the hollow of her throat accelerated.
    “Not—” She shook her head. “No.”
    He bit each pebbled tip lightly “If this goes somewhere between us, we’ll discuss it.”
    Her eyes widened at his words, but she said nothing.
    He released his hold on her and walked to the cupboard built into the wall. Opening the doors, he pulled out the top drawer and searched through the trays of items until he found what he wanted.
    Megan was standing exactly the way he’d left her, a properly obedient sub. He sucked each hardened nipple until