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one of the private rooms, and they were suddenly alone. A low light came on, and she could see the tense line of Ryan’s jaw. She hadn’t played at Sanctum yet, though her contract gave her rights to the club. She’d been in the dungeon out of necessity, but she’d never been in the aftercare rooms. It looked like Ian Taggart and the boys knew how to treat a sub. The room was luxurious, with thick rugs covering the hardwoods and gentle lighting. Soft music played, and the whole place smelled like a spa, soothing and clean. There was a long table with everything a Dom would need to take care of his sub. Jill saw various oils, a first aid kit, condoms, and other things she wasn’t sure of. There was a comfortable chair and a long, padded table.
    He gently placed her on the massage table. “Turn over.”
    “I’m fine. This isn’t necessary.” Jill was painfully aware she was alone and naked in a room with Ryan Church. Adam was right. She’d subbed out very quickly and was only now coming out of it. She tried covering her breasts with her hands.
    “I said turn over,” he demanded in a voice that allowed no disobedience.
    Jill turned over on her stomach. At least this way he could only see her ass. She was bigger than she’d been before. When she’d been with Ryan, she hadn’t worked, so an hour a day to exercise had been easy to come by. Not so much anymore.
    She heard Ryan open a bottle of something and listened as he rubbed his hands together. It wasn’t a moment before he rubbed something warm into the skin of her backside.
    “Is that better?”
    “Yes,” she replied with a sigh. It felt really good. He knew just how much pressure to apply to get the knots in her muscles to release. It reminded her of all the times he had massaged her shoulders when they’d been together. After a heavy scene, he would sit her in his chair, pour her a vodka from the bottle they kept in the fridge, and work her shoulders and scalp until she just about fell asleep.
    His hands slid across her skin, relaxing parts of her and heating up other parts. She felt him spread her legs wide.
    “Don’t tense up on me,” he ordered.
    She tried to relax. All she could think about was how close his hands were to her very wet pussy. It had been so long since an actual man touched her there. She felt herself flush with embarrassment.
    “See,” he complained. “Now I can’t tell where I spanked you. You’re red all over. I can always tell when you’re embarrassed, Jill. Are you worried I’ll see how aroused you are?”
    “Jerk.” He didn’t have to mention it. “Are you done, yet?”
    “Are you satisfied?” Ryan retorted. He flipped her over suddenly and pulled her legs until they were hanging off the table.
    “What are you doing?” Jill’s head came up, and she watched as he got on his knees. The massage table had been adjusted perfectly. His face was right in line with her pussy.
    His gray eyes were filled with amusement as he placed her feet on his broad shoulders. “I told you, Jill. Aftercare.” He leaned in and swiped at her wet pussy. His tongue swirled in an outrageously intimate kiss. “You didn’t expect me to leave you like this. You’re so wet, baby. You need to come. God, I’d nearly forgotten how wet you can get. It’s so fucking beautiful.”
    “Oh, God,” Jill breathed as he used that talented tongue on her. He licked her up and back. He licked from her clit almost all the way back to the rosette of her ass. She was helpless against the pleasure he brought her. She watched his head working between her legs.
    “No, baby, it’s Ryan,” he murmured against her labia. He chuckled, the sound a vibration against her flesh. “I like the way you used to shout out my name when you came. I want to hear it again. I’ve been waiting to hear it for a fucking year and a half.”
    He breathed her in. Jill loved the way he did it. He really seemed like he reveled in her scent.
    “I haven’t slept with another