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crazy.” He turned to Lisette. “It was lovely to meet you, and I hope to see you again.”
    “Thank you, sir. It was a pleasure to meet both you and Callie.”
    They left, and Lisette turned to face Ryan. “What now, sir?”
    “You give me your phone number, and we figure out when we can play again.”
    He grinned, and she couldn’t help but smile. Jack seemed like a pretty serious guy, but Ryan had a sense of humor. She appreciated that in a Dom.
    She jerked her head toward his bag. “Do you have a pen and paper in that bag o’ tricks?”
    “No, actually, I don’t. But if you’re a good girl, I might have a treat for you.”
    Is he trying to kill me? Fuck, I want him . She smiled. Yeah, I want him to fuck me.
    Ryan continued. “I guess you’d better go ask the bartender for paper and pen, then. I’ll wait here.” Leaning back, he plopped his ankle on his opposite knee, a lazy smile playing over his features.
    Lisette rose. “Yes, sir.” He probably thought she would be uncomfortable walking through the club naked, but she’d been submissive long enough and at the club often enough that it didn’t bother her. He was her master for the night, and if he wanted to enjoy her body, it was her duty to allow him to.
    She was waiting for the bartender when she felt fingertips run up her back from her ass to her neck. Glancing behind her, Lisette stiffened when she didn’t recognize the man.
    “Aren’t you a pretty thing?” he remarked with a leer.
    Lisette saw a blur, and then Ryan was standing next to her, his arm possessively around her shoulders.
    “Problem?”
    The man looked from Lisette to Ryan, and Lisette watched as Ryan merely raised an eyebrow at the interloper. Before she knew what she was doing, her body moved. She leaned into Ryan, who plunged his hand into her hair, pulling her head back. He smashed his lips into hers, and Lisette gave herself fully to him, opening without a beat of hesitation when the tip of his tongue ran over her lips. By the time he let her up for air, the other man was long gone.
    “Wow.”
    Ryan chuckled. “Yeah. Um, I just wanted it clear you were with me.”
    “Pretty sure that’s clear now, sir.” He laughed. “Anyway…” She faced the bar once more, and he moved in behind her. Where had all the oxygen in the room gone? Lisette could feel his hard cock making itself at home between her ass cheeks, and couldn’t help but push back a little.
    “You little tease. If you don’t stop doing stuff like that, you might find out how much of a Dom I can be.” He took her earlobe into his mouth, pulling at it with his teeth. “I’ve never had intercourse up against a bar, and I’ll admit, I’ve never had anal sex, but if you don’t behave…”
    Ryan left the “threat” hanging, and again Lisette found her knees buckling. If he hadn’t been crowding her into the bar, they surely would’ve given out by now. The bartender came over, and after a brief conversation with Ryan, slid a pen and cocktail napkin to him before saluting and moving down the bar to serve another customer.
    Ryan put his arms around her, very effectively caging her in. She indicated the small square. “Do you want to rip the napkin in half so you can write your information down too?”
    Nibbling on her neck, he murmured, “No. I want your number and your e-mail address. I’ll contact you.”
    “Spoken like a true Dom.”
    She began to write her information on the napkin and gasped when, instead of fabric rubbing against her ass, she felt nothing between them but his erection.
    “Keep writing.”
    “Not much more to write.”
    “Then draw pictures. I’m going to put on a condom and fuck you.”
    “O-okay.” Soon two fingers slid into her folds from behind.
    “Someone’s soaked. Stand on the rail and spread your legs.”
    The only thing she could force out of her mouth was nonsense, but Ryan didn’t seem to mind. Soon his fingers were replaced by something thicker, longer, and a