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the club.
    There was some play taking place, nothing too heavy, and the two men she saw
    standing nearby in Unfettered t-shirts were indeed big and practically oozed dominance.
    “His wife is a little more confident and has more experience,” Dru went on. “But I
    think that’s probably not helping. He needs a boost. In fact, to the extent you’re willing to play along with it, he probably needs to know he can be a Dom with a sub who isn’t his wife. He needs to realize he’s doing this for himself, not just for her.”
    “I’ll do what I can, Mistress.” It had just slipped out. Mara tried to cover with
    another sip of her water.
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    “I’m not your Mistress, Mara,” her classier doppelganger said a bit too kindly. “You can just call me Dru.”
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    Chapter Five

    Delia felt too jumpy, too aware of her surroundings. She wanted to let herself go, to follow Daniel. But she knew he was unfamiliar with the club too. What if he led her into a hallway with business offices, or out a fire exit that locked behind them?
    He’s not an idiot , she reminded herself.
    And he definitely looked hot in the silky maroon shirt and black jeans. She’d
    bought him the shirt but never thought he’d wear it. Seeing him in it had been a
    pleasant surprise. Seeing him give her a look as if he were wearing it to humor her had been so hot it was unsettling. The look had said he would expect her to make it up to him.
    And oh, how she wanted to.
    She peeked around the club as she followed Daniel. It looked, frankly, quite a bit
    nicer than the club they’d been to before. She wondered how long it had been here, and why she’d never heard of it before Daniel had told her about the phone call he’d made.
    The wood was polished, the bartenders were cute. The doorman had been just scary
    enough to keep out anybody who wanted to gawk.
    “Are you Master Daniel?”
    A soft voice stopped their progress. From her position directly behind her husband,
    Delia couldn’t see the speaker. Which meant she must not be any taller than Daniel’s shoulder. Delia’s size, in other words.
    “Yes. Are you Dru?”
    “I’m Mara, Sir. Dru asked me to assist you tonight with anything you needed. She’s
    reserved a room for you. I can show you back whenever you’re ready.”
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    Delia stood on her toes for a second, but only caught a general impression of pixie-
    cut black hair and very pale skin.
    “Thank you, Mara. Can we get a tour first? It’s our first time here.”
    “Mine too, actually,” she said. “I’m just helping out for tonight. But we can see
    what’s happening on the floor. Sir, somebody keeps peeking over your shoulder.”
    Tattletale .
    “Oh, I’m sorry. This is my wife Delia.”
    He turned and scooted her forward with an arm around her waist, and Delia got
    her first real look at the owner of the pixie hair.
    Wow .
    The pixie girl—Mara—was staring back at her with a look that Delia told herself
    was just friendly. Not hot, not sultry. Not clearly interested.
    Daniel was looking from one of them to the other with a very strange smile.
    “Do I tell the two of you to shake hands here, or what? Arm-wrestle? Do you have
    to have a submissive cage match?”
    “Two of us would enter, but only one of us would leave, Sir,” Mara quipped. “And
    where would be the fun in that?”
    Daniel chuckled at the punch line. Mara just grinned and wandered deeper into the
    club, letting them follow at their own pace. A pool of light in one corner illuminated a large St. Andrew’s cross, where a very slender blond man was bound while a very
    muscular, very bearded bald man worked on him with two floggers.
    They stopped to watch, and Delia found herself aching to take the boy’s place. He
    was so obviously enjoying it, though he was more vocal about expressing his
    preferences than Delia would have ever been.
    “Fuck, Terry. Shoulders, more on the shoulders. Oh, fuck