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hell of a lot harder. She’d had his cock in her mouth just a short time ago, but it was still a revelation when he filled her pussy to the hilt. Dropping her head back on his shoulder, Lisette moaned.
    He shrugged her off. “I told you to do something. You stop doing it, I stop too. If you want to come, I’d better see some pretty pictures.”
    Cruel, cruel man. But I freaking love it.
    With a groan she picked up the pen and began to draw smiley faces as slowly as possible. Ryan pulled out, and she felt a sharp sting on her hip as he landed a hard spank.
    “Okay, okay.” After a beat, she hastened to add, “Sir.”
    With a dark chuckle, he slammed into her again. “I think I like this public sex thing.”
    Ryan thrusted a few times, and Lisette moaned as he figured out the angle to hit her G-spot.
    “You like it too?”
    “Feels good, sir.”
    “Just good?”
    The head of his cock rubbed over her G-spot again. Lisette groaned and pushed back. “Soooo good. Great. Stupendous.”
    “Stupendous?” Ryan sped up. “Nice.”
    He bit down on her shoulder, and her pussy responded.
    “Yeah, that’s what I want.”
    “Yes…”
    “Yes?”
    “Yes, sir. Oh, fuck yes, sir. Fuck me. Please.”
    His short laugh tickled her ear. “Do you want to come, girl? Do you think you deserve to?”
    “Your choice, sir,” she managed to bite out with difficulty.
    “If you want to, touch yourself.”
    Her lungs seized. Sure, she was submissive, and sure, his cock was buried inside her, fucking her hard right there against the bar, but the thought that she’d be rubbing herself to orgasm was just too much for her addled brain to process. “Please.”
    “Do it yourself, or you don’t come.”
    His thrusts sped up again, becoming less controlled, and Lisette moved her hand down to furiously work her clit.
    Ryan sucked in a breath. “That’s my girl. Work it. Come for me.”
    That was all it took. She clamped down on his dick and took him with her, biting the inside of her cheek so she wouldn’t scream. He grunted as he emptied himself into the condom and then collapsed against her, gathering her flush against him.
    “Wow again, sir.”
    Ryan grabbed a pile of napkins and took care of the condom as she leaned heavily against the mahogany bar and waited for him to return. When he did, he grabbed the napkin with her information and doodles on it and, with a grin, put it in his bag. He pulled out her clothes.
    “I suppose you’ll need to get dressed to go home.” Then his expression changed. “Are you okay to drive? Are you supposed to drive? Should I take you home?”
    She reached out and stroked her hand over his cheek, finding she loved doing that. “I’m fine, sir. But thank you for the concern. I hope I hear from you soon.”
    With one last, hard kiss he let her go, giving her a quick slap to the ass, but she couldn’t say another word as her throat seized. Lisette had known this man for only a few short hours, but she felt she’d left a little piece of her heart with him.

Chapter Three
    The next morning, Ryan got a phone call from Jack.
    “Did you get your submissive’s contact information?”
    “She’s not my submissive,” Ryan reminded him.
    “True, but my question stands.”
    “Yeah, why?”
    “A good Dominant always checks in with the submissive the day after a scene.”
    “Oh yeah. Okay. Shit, I knew that. I was going to do the ‘wait three days and call’ thing, but that’s not proper protocol—”
    “Protocol’s a whole different beast, man.”
    “Yeah, yeah. So much terminology. In some ways, it seems silly.”
    “The formalness of BDSM is one of the things that sets it apart.”
    “Sure, but do I really need to use all the lingo?”
    “You can do whatever you want, but one thing I’ll warn you about. Submissives often expect a Dominant to sound and speak a specific way, and if you don’t do that, sometimes they get confused and frustrated.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Like how most