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in the pit of her stomach. Very much like riding a
roller coaster. She swallowed.
    Jack showed him to the chair next to
hers, and she caught a glimpse of his tush before he sat
down.
    Yes. She would definitely enjoy doing this
one. In fact, her right hand already started to itch in
anticipation.
    She could see the admiration in
his eyes, which was a good start.
    Jack, always the perfect host, made
the introductions and cleared the preliminaries.
    “ As I said, you aren’t anybody’s
sub at this very moment, Mr. Harte,” he said, “we will negotiate
the contract now, talk about stuff we need to know about each
other. Well, let’s get started then.”

    Aaron nodded shakily and glanced at
his new Domme.
    Okay, this one had the vibe. He’d felt his
knees buckle as soon as he entered the room, including the
sensation of wearing too many clothes he often encountered when he
met a Domme.
    She was tiny, her frame petite,
almost elfin. Pale skin and the biggest eyes he’d ever seen on a human
being - and damn, those eyes. They were green like moss and almost
seemed to glow in her heart-shaped face. They had a hypnotic
quality, capturing his attention like a beacon. He couldn’t look
away.
    Her scent invaded his senses and he
felt his mouth water. It was flowery and sweet, smelled like warmth
and sunshine and caramel, like the best dreams he’d ever had in his
life. His cock stirred. He wanted to lick her all over and take the
punishment for touching her without permission like a
man.
    He shook his head to clear his mind,
without much success.
    The vibe was wreaking havoc on his mind;
he’d never felt it that strongly. He’d have loved to kneel at her
feet right now, preferably stark naked, collared and leashed, to
place his head on her thigh to urge her wonderful hands to drive
into his hair. Did she find him beautiful? Did he please
her?
    He smiled brightly at her and
put his body on display in his chair, thrusting his hips forward so
she would look at his semi-hard erection; nervousness stopped him
from getting there fully, but he knew she would get an idea about
his considerable size.
    Tara looked at him, her face so still
it looked regal, and his heart skipped a beat. A slow smile curled
her lips, and she looked at him like a teacher would lovingly watch
an over-eager student. Warmth started to spread deep inside
him.
    “Are you straight?” she asked, and her
soft, rich voice made his toes curl.
    “Yes.” His voice sounded soft and
dreamy and he knew he was staring, but he absolutely couldn’t
change that.
    “ I just want to be sure that I
meet your basic sexual preferences.” She smiled. “Do I?”
    Damn, her voice was so DOMME.
Deep and firm, allowing no discussion. His eyes went to the floor
involuntarily, only to snap back instantly. He wasn’t a sub at the
moment, but it was so hard to remember when she pushed all the
right buttons… he cleared his throat and answered her.
    “ Very much.”
    She lowered her gaze, and he saw her
sweet smile deepen. A low shiver exploded deep in his
guts.
    “ And you’re single? As
in , not
seeing anyone, vanilla or otherwise?”
    “Yes.”
    “And you’re sure there’s no one on
earth who would beg to differ?”
    “ No - I mean, yes. I’m
sure.”
    She leaned over and gushed sweet, heady
breath into his face, clean, fresh, sexy, while those stark green
eyes captivated him like a snake’s would its prey. He almost
fainted with pleasure.
    “ Listen, Mr. Harte,” she said
softly, her voice low and seductive, not leaving any doubt about
who was in charge here. “There is one iron-clad rule I’ve never
broken. I. Don’t. Play. With. Men. Who. Are. In. A. Relationship.
EVER. So if your little vanilla girlfriend sits in L.A. right now
waiting patiently for you while you’re out having fun, I will find
out. And I will make you regret that you have made me break my
number one rule. I will make you hurt so much you’ll be crawling in
the dirt for days. Are we