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pumping inside her.
    He moaned. “I love having you come all over my cock. Feeling your pussy tighten and twitch. You're my bitch. Say it."
    She hesitated, not sure if he meant for her to repeat him or not.
    He thrust hard inside her. “Answer me, girl. Whose bitch are you?"
    The words tumbled forth as the sheer delight of orgasm blanketed her. “I'm your bitch, sir."
    "Damn right. You're here for my pleasure. That's the real reason you're here. You're my whore."
    Dani hated that term. And she wasn't a whore. Far from it. “I'm your whore, sir.” She thought the words would taste bitter, but surprisingly they were freeing. “I'm your whore, sir,” she repeated. In saying them a second time came an understanding. Acting the courtesan for him in no way made her less of a lady. Instead, it made her more of a woman.
    For years she had categorized women into good and bad, sinners and saints, ladies and whores, but the truth was all women were whores for some man. It came with loving. For what was loving if not submission? Giving your heart paralleled giving your body when you gave it completely.
    As John pulsed inside her, a new realization dawned. She couldn't stop herself from loving him. She might not have known him long and certainly didn't know him well, in spite of their physical intimacy. But she knew chemically whatever occurred in the brain when you fall in love had happened to her.
    She glanced up at him fighting to control his breathing. This man could destroy her. His eyes narrowed as the corners of her mouth spread into a wide grin. She couldn't stop herself. It wasn't the time to be grinning at him like a lovesick schoolgirl. But as much as she knew it, she couldn't hold back. He'd understand the smile held more than just satisfaction and more than likely he wouldn't like it.
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Chapter Four
    Was there a full fucking moon or what? The club held its share of unique individuals on a normal night, but tonight bordered on the surreal. A small group gathered around a table near the left of the bar. A woman stood on the table in spike heeled black boots, black thigh high stockings, and a black laced corset. Wearing that much black, she might as well have been the grim reaper. From the rafters hung restraints that held her outstretched arms. Her pussy and ass remained bare.
    Even the people who weren't crowded around the table watched from wherever they perched in the bar. The whip cracked against her ass, creating another red line. The man wielding it had an almost fevered glaze to his eyes and a big bulge in his pants. Another man held a vibrator to her clit making it impossible to know if her groans and shrieks were from the pain or the pleasure.
    "This makes me want to puke,” the tall blonde whispered in John's ear. “You watch the ones around the table while I search the faces of the rest of the crowd."
    John nodded and ran his hand over her hip, wondering why he didn't enjoy it more. She was a beautiful woman and even though she was his partner, touching a body like that should have produced an effect, whether he wanted it or not. He squeezed the cheek of her ass and his cock began to thicken although his heart clearly wasn't in it. She rewarded him with a cup to the balls a little tighter than he would have liked and he coughed and nodded. He got the point. “Just trying to make it look real. Watch your hands. You are supposed to be a Sub, not a Dom."
    "Why the fuck do women do this?” she whispered with a smile to try to hide her emotions.
    John thought of Dani. She'd never get up there in front of others and be whipped. She wouldn't allow more than one man to spear her and wouldn't get off on either the humiliation or being repeatedly fucked. He'd known the second he touched her that Dani did it for him. She might have had some curiosity, but that would have been settled by watching. She did what she did not because she enjoyed the activity, but because she enjoyed him doing it