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hoped would relieve some of the unbearable tension building in him, fit that description to a tee.
    No, with Megan there was something more. Something indefinable that commanded him on every level.
    "Everything I've observed," he continued, "argues most convincingly that you would be a most effective Mistress."
    "Sugar, I don't mix my activities at Velvet Ice with my sex life." Her gaze was level, implacable. "Not ever."
    Gregori blinked in surprise. He'd seen her get her subs off. Not every time, but often. Then he thought for a long moment. He'd been so eaten up with jealousy he'd never consciously processed it, but he'd never once seen her take satisfaction from her subs. At least not sexually.
    "Now that ," he murmured, "is the true waste."
    She shrugged. Her shoulders, bared by the halter style of her lavender dress, gleamed like pearl in the pulsing multi-colored light filtering from the dance floor.
    "That's not what it's about for me, sugar. And," she cast another glance at his cock, which was diligently trying to burrow its way past the buttons of his fly and get to her, "I suspect that's exactly what it's about for you."
    *
    Gregori was silent for a long time. He didn't have to speak, his eyes asked for him. Finally he tilted his head and gave voice to his confusion.
    "Why?"
    She didn't imagine it would make sense to him. Not only was he, by nature, a submissive; but he was also a formidable, imposing male. She was quite certain he'd never felt powerless and controlled, completely denied any say in his own destiny, and she was equally certain he'd never understand her motivations. But for some reason she felt compelled to try.
    "Domination and submission," she began slowly, "is a power exchange. For me, the satisfaction comes from exercising that power over my partner."
    He was shaking his head in disagreement before she even finished.
    "Domination and submission," he argued, "is an exchange of trust ." He leaned forward, resting one forearm on the bar as he angled his body into hers. "This is where the power comes from." His voice was low and intense, his accent more pronounced as his emotions surged. "The only power my Domme has is that which I grant her through my trust." His mercurial gray eyes burned into hers. "It should be a sharing of souls," he finished. "How then could it not involve a sharing of bodies as well?"
    Megan nodded, filled with an odd mix of regret and longing. What he was describing sounded lovely but was not, she was certain, for her. It was one thing to control her submissives, to dole out their pleasure and pain at her own whim. It was another thing entirely to be responsible for their trust, their souls. That sort of exchange would require an offering of trust on her part, as well, and that would necessitate handing over the true source of power to her sub, which was unacceptable. "And that is why I'm not the Domme for you, Gregori. What you need in a Mistress is not something I'm providing."
    His eyes probed hers, hot and gray and, she was certain, stripping away her evasions to see straight into her soul. When he spoke at last his voice was soft and musing.
    "I think, Megan that we could provide each other with something we both need." He tossed down the shot of vodka the bartender had dropped off without her being aware, and she was briefly unnerved that she'd been so caught up in their conversation that she'd missed the interruption.
    Standing, he offered her a brief, courtly bow. "Until next time," he murmured, and backed respectfully away. The contrast was disorienting; one minute he'd been meeting her eyes, intense and commanding, the next he was the consummate submissive, deferential and respectful.
    Megan didn't bother to finish her drink. She was tired, frustrated, and had a busy weekend ahead of her. Kendra was marrying Sin tomorrow, and Megan had a feeling she'd need plenty of sleep in order to have her wits about her in the face of their happily ever after.

Chapter Four
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