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his body but never touching.
    What would he deny her? He knew he’d never be able to keep his hands or mouth off her breasts. And he wanted her on her hands and knees in front of him so he could hold on to her ass while he fucked her. Clint gripped his cock and began to stroke himself. So many choices. So many wonderful ways he would have her. He’d make her wait for her orgasm. Wait until she thought she would go mad.
    “Yeah,” he said, slowing his hand down, denying himself the way he was going to deny her. He should get himself off. Otherwise, it might go too fast tonight. He was going to enjoy exploring her kinks. Did she want him to spank her? He could tie her up and fuck her with a ball gag in her mouth.
    The thought sent a jolt of sensation into his quivering prick.
    Or did he leave her mouth free so she would wrap those luscious lips around his cock while he placed clothespins on her nipples?
    “Fuck,” he ground out. She made him feel like a teenager. Clint couldn’t understand it. He was practically drowning in pussy, but it was getting boring. He found himself looking at Anya’s eyes, her smile, and yes, to be honest, her gorgeous rack.
    His hand sped up and Clint decided to make himself come so he wouldn’t embarrass himself tonight.
    She was funny, and he was more than a little obsessed with her. Maybe she would bore him after a few weeks. But it would be a fun few weeks. He wondered what her touch would be like. Would it be caring? Or grabby and greedy? Clint found himself hoping that she would take her time and enjoy him.
    The fact that he wanted to dance for her surprised him. Dancing had become a way to earn money. Another way to control submissives.
    “You want this?” he would ask them. “You can’t have it.” Seeing their wants and desires in their eyes got him off. He had the control. If they behaved, he let them come. If they displeased him, he let them suffer a bit.
    Clint didn’t know if he could let Anya wait for her orgasm. He wanted to feel her come against him. Hell, he needed it. Maybe she was the challenge he needed to get out of the doldrums he was in. Warmth coated his hand and stomach. Groaning in release, Clint played with himself for a few more tugs. Sticky and unsatisfied, he cleaned up.
    Feeling a little sheepish about jerking off instead of working it off in the dungeon, Clint concentrated on putting the dojo back in order. He thought about going to the yoga class Anya participated in and hanging out in the back to do his workout. But he figured that might be a little too stalkerish.
    He had five text messages waiting for him. Two of them were from Tricky Ricky’s and three were from subs looking for a scene. He called back the venue that was guaranteed to make him a grand a night.
    “Where the hell have you been?” Marta snarled.
    The hostess and owner of Tricky Ricky’s all-male revue was in a fine mood this morning.
    “It’s ten o’clock in the morning,” he said. “I have a day job.”
And a night job and a middle-of-the-day job.
Not that he was complaining too much. Every little bit would help him put a down payment on his bar.
    “I need you tonight.”
    He winced. That would put a damper on his plans with Anya. “What time?”
    “Eight.”
    “Eight? Are you kidding me? The joint doesn’t heat up until at least eleven.” It would have to be a quick dinner and then he’d have to tell Anya he had an emergency so she didn’t think he was a “wham, bam, thank you, ma’am” sort of guy.
    “You want next Friday off? You be here at eight p.m. sharp. I’ve got two bridal parties, and one of them asked specifically for you and your fireman hose.” Marta gave a short guffaw.
    Eight o’clock wouldn’t even get him appetizers with Anya. He’d have to reschedule. Clint’s eyes closed, and he fought a groan. He could tell Marta to take a hike. But two bachelorette parties and a command performance? He could make three thousand dollars tonight alone. But