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verge of coming. It was a fragrance he couldn’t drink in fast enough, take in deep enough.
    Intoxicating.
    Quickly he tore off his clothing, leaving only his leather pants. Dammit, he wanted to fuck her. His groin was aching with pounding heaviness. But he didn’t fuck his submissives. Never. He would jack off. Later, after Angeleque left him.
    Damn, he hoped he could wait that long.
    It was Wynne’s fault. He could still see her, in his mind’s eye. That sweet face. Those shyly inquisitive eyes. That lush mouth, so tempting. He’d been in throbbing pain since she’d left.
    But that didn’t mean he’d cheat his pet out of her pleasure. No matter how agonizing it was, he’d make himself wait. It was going to fucking kill him, but that was the way it had to be. He had to stay focused on Angeleque, on her needs, on her training.
    Now that she’d received a reward, it was time to test her with some restraints. Then he’d reward her once more, reinforcing her training.
    His pet loved anal play. Maybe he’d fuck her ass with a dildo. Yes, that was what he’d do. That way, he could imagine he was pounding his rod into Wynne’s tight little anus. He was nipping Wynne’s slender neck. He was sinking his fangs into Wynne’s soft shoulder. He was hearing his name murmured in Wynne’s voice, as she sighed in ecstasy.
    “This way.” He helped Angeleque onto the bondage table, positioning her on her back, spread eagle. “It’s time for your test. See if you’ve been doing your homework.”
    “Please have mercy on me,” his submissive begged, her eyes filling with fear.
    “I’m nothing if not merciful, my pet.” Moving slowly, he fastened one cuff around Angeleque’s slender ankle. He leaned over her, brushing his mouth across her lush lips in a soft, teasing kiss. “But that doesn’t mean I have infinite patience. Believe me, you don’t want to try me today.”

4
    “W ellll?” Kristy gave Wynne a sidelong look as they trotted across the parking lot. Finally, Wynne felt like she could breathe freely. Fresh air. So good. Such a relief.
    Wynne knew what Kristy was hoping to hear, but that wasn’t what she was going to hear. As Wynne reached Kristy’s car, she admitted, “I’ll give you this: it’s not as dirty and gross as I’d imagined.”
    “Dirty? Gross?” Scowling, Kristy tossed her bag into the trunk and slammed the lid.
    Wynne slid into the passenger seat and waited for Kristy to take a seat before answering. “I’ve always had an active imagination.”
    Kristy stuffed her key into the ignition, the dozen or so key rings dangling from it rattling in the tense silence. “Yeah, I knew that much, but dirty ? Seriously?”
    “Um, I was kinda imagining something along the lines of one of those nasty peepshow places on 8 Mile. You know, where men jerk off in cramped, scummy cubicles…and there are paper towel dispensers everywhere to…” She didn’t finish the rest of the description. There was no need. Her friend had gotten the point.
    Kristy’s face went absolutely white. Then pink. Then red. “What…?” She waved her hands as the car rolled to a stop at the end of the club’s driveway. “Do you honestly think I’d go to a place like that? Wynne? God, I’m not an idiot.” She looked both ways, then pulled the car into traffic.
    “I know you’re not.” Wynne stared out the window, watching but not really seeing the world outside roll by. “You asked for my opinion and I gave it. I’m not trying to insult you. Quite the opposite, you can take my comment as an insult to me . I was ignorant. I admit it.” She turned her head to check and see if Kristy’s face had lost a little of that color yet.
    It had.
    “Okay.” Looking a lot less livid, Kristy gave her a half smile. “I can accept that.” After a beat, she asked, “What did you think of Rolf and his brother? Hotties, aren’t they? Both of them.”
    She nodded. “They are. Rolf invited me to come back tomorrow. To