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people ever reached. It was the place where a sub was so far into the scene, and felt such joy from what was happening, that it was almost as if she were out of her body. Kennedy had only been 24 Melinda Barron
    there a few times, and she remembered the euphoria, the feeling of closeness that wrapped itself around the sub and her master.
    Watching Grace hit that high struck a jealous cord in Kennedy that she didn’t want to admit. It was a place she wanted to be; she knew it took a commitment between Dom and sub, and she wouldn’t be there tonight. Still, she could feel part of it, couldn’t she? Feel the joy of submitting to Cedric? Kennedy turned and buried her head in Cedric’s thigh.
    She nestled her head against the hard muscle. He stroked her hair, increasing her need for physical contact, her need to open herself to him.
    “Please.” Oh, she hated to beg, hated to show how weak she was, still she couldn’t stand to watch anymore. She needed to be touched. Needed it now. He continued to pet her as the room grew silent. Seconds passed, and then the only sound was heavy breathing, and Toffer’s soft whisper for Grace to “come back” to him.
    Cedric stood and offered Kennedy his hand. She took it, her excitement level higher than it had been in years. As they passed the swing, Kennedy watched Toffer stroke Grace’s forehead and whisper to her how proud he was of her submission, how much he loved her.
    They stopped in the doorway and turned.
    “Second floor,” Toffer said, his gaze still on Grace. “Help yourself to whatever you like.”

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Chapter Three
    Kennedy took stock of her surroundings. It seemed to be a den, with a large-screen TV
    mounted on one wall. A huge leather sofa sat across from it. Farther back was an area with two overstuffed chairs gathered around a table and lamp. The whole room, like the rest of the house, had a comfortable, lived-in look.
    Cedric turned a floor lamp to its lowest setting, then sat down on the sofa. “Come and kneel before me.”
    Kennedy, her mind still reeling from watching Grace submit to Toffer, didn’t hesitate.
    She knelt down, putting her hands behind her back. She needed to come, now.
    “You’ve been trained,” Cedric said. “I’m not stepping on another Dom’s toes, am I?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “So, you were twenty-six the first time you submitted to a Dom, or was it a Domme?”
    “A Dom, Master Cedric.”
    He settled back into the cushions, his gaze trained on her face. “Tell me about it.”
    “Don’t you want to…play?” Her body surged with need. She didn’t want to talk; she wanted to submit. Now.

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    The imperious look he gave her only served to heighten the desire she felt. It also made her fear for her ability to sit down in the coming week. “I’m sorry to question you, Master Cedric.”
    “As well you should be.” The look changed to one of expectation and she cleared her throat.
    “He was the older brother of a friend of mine. He was thirty-two.”
    “And?”
    “We were skiing in Tahoe, at Jack’s parents’ cabin. There were about nine of us, and we’d had a long day on the slopes and had just eaten dinner. We were in the kitchen, cleaning up, and Jack popped a towel against my ass. I jumped and let out the requisite ‘don’t do that.’ Later that night he woke me up, around two in the morning. Told me to put my shoes on and come with him.”
    “Forward, wasn’t he?”
    “Well, I’d known him since I was about fifteen.” Kennedy’s eyes clouded in memory of Jack, his strong, capable hands and dominant nature.
    “What happened next?”
    “Jack took me to the small cabin on the property that his parents called their ‘guest house.’ It was empty because the other cabin was so big.”
    “Sounds intriguing. And you submitted to him?”
    “Yes. He wanted to know if I knew about D/s. I told him it had been covered in a psychology class I took in college. He told me he was a