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lowered eyes. He was not trembling or hurried, but somehow she felt an explosive tension off of him. If she had to bet, she’d say she made him nervous. Very nervous, but he was very, very good at not showing it.
    Why someone like him was nervous about someone like her, she didn’t know, but she knew D/s went deep into the psyche of each individual, with often unpredictable reactions.
    She wouldn’t let herself fill with doubt or fear of not doing the right thing, or let Jonathan’s mockery come through and unbalance her. Mackenzie might just be being kind with his attentiveness, but even so, she was going to make him wish for another night, and then another.
    Like any art form, if she focused on performance, end results or audience reaction, she’d lose the edge, pull herself out of the spiritual undercurrents driving the sensual process. Nature would take them to the right destination, though she enjoyed having the freedom to play with the right amounts of water, sustenance and light to make Nature’s beauty thrust its way eagerly out of the ground.
    He removed the shirt from his shoulders and she drew in a breath. Speaking of Nature’s beauty. He was as beautiful as she expected. A furred and powerful chest, with that same silver, white and black pelt he had thick on his skull. Sleek muscle, curves and angles that meshed in perfect imperfection. A couple of scars. The hair narrowed down to its delightful indicator point on his flat belly and disappeared into his black jeans, which she noted had a tighter fit now, due to his erection straining the denim. She made an effort to keep her face impassive, not lick her lips and dance for joy as she wanted to do.
    Choosing a soft-bristled grooming brush from the wall, she moved toward him at last. One step, two steps. Her booted heels were loud in the silence between them. He kept his eyes down as she approached, circled behind him and laid a palm on his bare back between his shoulder blades.
    “Someone trained you well,” she said, noticing his hands stayed loose, undefensive at his sides. His skin was smooth and hot beneath her touch, but she resisted the urge to tighten her grip. Whether he was advanced level or not, he was a beginner with her as his Mistress, and she knew the importance of establishing the ground rules.
    Plus, she wanted to take it slow, savor these very first touches the way a first kiss was supposed to be savored. One never knew if that first kiss might be the first kiss with a soulmate, such that everything done with him after that point would be the ultimate choice of a lifetime.
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    Violet lifted the brush, slid it over his skin, watched the bristles bend and mold over the muscles in his shoulders, his shoulder blades, his back. The bristles were soft, but still worthy of being called a brush, so they made faint trails in his skin, stimulating it.
    “So what’s your safe word, Mackenzie?” she asked, passing her hand down the same trail, using her nails a bit.
    “I don’t use one. If I can’t take it, I don’t deserve you.” Violet stopped. “That’s a pretty high risk to take, Mac, with someone you don’t know.” It genuinely concerned her, for he obviously came to these clubs on his own, and he was not a regular at The Zone.
    “Nevertheless.” He kept his gaze on the floor. “I serve my Mistress’s pleasure, whatever that pleasure might be. I don’t have one, and I don’t want one.”
    “I’ll set the rules, Mackenzie. What if I make you watch me while another man fucks me?”
    He stiffened and she smiled, rubbing her brush down the other shoulder. His skin was getting damp. “That would bother you, then?”
    “Only because I know I could do anything he did for you better.” Violet pressed her lips together against another smile, even as she felt her knees quake. She’d no doubt he could. His voice alone, its shifts from sensual deference to arrogant impudence, was making her wet.
    “Arrogant slave.” She