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to begin the session. She could have done it herself after entering, but he was at her beck and call for the next two hours.
    This would be the simplest of her commands.
    She followed him to the front door, now closed.
    No free show for the neighbors , Nathan said silently.
    His front door lock was a simple dead bolt, the heavy metal mechanism holding the entrance secure.
    He twisted the thick oval latch to shoot the metal rod into the doorframe.
    “Done, Mistress.”
    Nathan turned to face her, eyes down.
    Then Danielle did something she’d never done before on any of her visits over the past few months.
    She stepped by him to unlock the door and then lock it again.
    Nathan’s cop senses kicked in, overriding the sensual pleasure he’d been craving.
    Something was wrong.
    “Mistress,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”
    She faced him, and for a second, he saw her eyebrows pull together, the slightest sense of fear invading her usually reserved look.
    Something was wrong.
    “I’m fine,” Danielle replied. “Better to be safe than sorry, right? But thank you for asking.” A soothing smirk appeared. “Now let’s go downstairs.”
    Nathan held back the words.
    A week earlier, she would have taken the opportunity to punish him for speaking out of turn, for staring at her.
    She was letting this slide, and he didn’t know why.
    He did know now wasn’t the time to ask.
    A few minutes later, they were in his basement, his sanctuary.
    His safe place.
    Danielle had chosen to skip the role-play uniform this time, going for nothing but pure Dominatrix.
    Nathan wholeheartedly approved.
    Especially when she stripped off the trench coat and showed him the new corset she’d bought. The leather and lace held her breasts tight in place, with the fresh leather scent sending his libido into overdrive.
    But he couldn’t come while she was there.
    He knew the rules.
    Hooded Pleasures made it very clear in the contract he’d signed. In order for the visiting Dominants not to be guilty of prostitution, there had to be no actual sexual acts performed—the descriptions of what could and couldn’t be done filled up the better part of a page, but it came down to simply not coming while the Dominant was present.
    Nathan also knew it was unlikely anyone would ever get past the security checks with the goal of arresting the HP employees, but he understood why the threat was there.
    It set boundaries, and Nathan understood the necessity of setting up boundaries.
    The rules were created to protect both the clients and the employees. In a way, it wasn’t necessary. Anyone who did their homework would know what BDSM was all about, and it wasn’t necessarily a sexual act. It wasn’t about getting off. It was about the experience.
    But the warning helped with the experience.
    In other words—look, enjoy and hold on until after the appointment was over and the Domme well on her way.
    Which was what he wanted. What he needed.
    He needed to give his control to a woman, to a strong woman who would take charge of his life if only for a few hours a week. A woman who would take all decisions from him and dictate everything from how he stood and sat to pushing him to his physical limits. Someone who would let him relax and not be in control, not be the one calling the shots like he did at work all day, every day. Someone who would let him not be a policeman, a damned good one had who protected and served to the best of his ability for years.
    He wasn’t going to get that from a high-priced hooker.
    He was going to get that from Danielle.
    Jen mentally berated herself for showing her concern about the front door not being secure enough. It was unprofessional, and it wasn’t what she wanted Nathan to see.
    Nathan deserved her best, and she was going to give it to him no matter what.
    To try to calm herself, she ran Nathan through his usual exercise routine—calling out numbers, each of which represented a pose. Some had him standing up; some had