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approval.
    â€œThank you, Bren.” Placing her hand on the other man’s chin, the Domme urged his face up and smiled at him. “I’m very pleased with you. You may go find Master Luca. I believe he has found you a Mistress to play with for the night.”
    â€œAnything for you, Mistress.” Bren smiled, though Logan saw the disappointment in the expression, then nodded, rising gracefully to leave the room. Logan followed him with his eyes and saw the slight tension in the other man’s shoulders.
    Unless he was very, very wrong, Bren would have given anything to be where Logan was right now. Somehow the knowledge helped to smooth the worst edges of Logan’s anger.
    The woman who commanded his full attention locked stares with him, then made her way back across the room. Bending down in front of him, she caught his hair in her hand and tugged sharply.
    She had him so off balance, all Logan wanted to do was make the world stop spinning. Before he could overthink it, he lunged forward, pulling the chains tight behind him, and claimed her mouth. His teeth nipped into her lower lip, and then his tongue traced over the seam of her lips. She tasted like wine, like the strawberries that grew in a wild tangle back on his ranch. His ego soared when she moaned into the kiss.
    The kiss was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. It was heat; it was desire; it was need. It threatened to consume them both.
    He would have gladly gone up in flames. But she had other plans.
    The sharp crack of pain when she reared back and slapped him across the cheek stunned him and made his cock ache.
    â€œYou stubborn ass.” Finally, the calm facade had disappeared, and her temper was a tangible thing. Whirling, she made her way to the tan leather bag that lay on the floor, retrieved a blue glass bottle, and returned.
    Without ceremony, she moved out of his line of sight. The disturbance of the air told him that she was now kneeling behind him, and he understood even before he heard the liquid sound of oil being poured.
    â€œNo!” He shouted the word, panicked. He tried to shy away when the warm oil was poured over the small of his back but was pulled up tight by the chains. “I can’t . . . I don’t want that!”
    â€œYou have your safe word.” Ruthlessly, she worked the oil down between his buttocks. “If you want control, then you should train as a Dom.”
    â€œPlease. No.” Again, Logan’s safe word was on the tip of his tongue—twice in one night. The idea of what she was about to do was abhorrent to him, though not because he thought it wouldn’t feel good.
    If she did this, she could make him lose control without him being able to do a thing about it.
    He wanted to please her, more than he’d ever wanted to please a Domme before. But he couldn’t submit completely.
    And yet the safe word just wouldn’t come.
    â€œSubs don’t get to say no unless they’re using their safe word, Logan.” Her words were slightly breathless, her stubborn finger still sliding between his buttocks, not an easy task with the way he was bucking. Nerves lit in the wake of her touch, melding with the overwhelming desire he’d been feeling since they’d met.
    She was a good Domme, reminding him that the choice was ultimately his, even as she ensured that he knew what the reward for submission would be.
    â€œI am going to dominate you, Logan.” That damn finger of hers finally reached its goal. Mistress S pressed the top against the pucker of his anus, causing Logan’s hips to jerk. “You can’t do anything about it.”
    The finger pressed forward, working against the tight muscles until his body gave and opened for her. Logan swore as the discomfort twined with the undeniable pleasure from her touch.
    â€œGood. That’s good.” She pressed a kiss to his spine as she pushed forward, then slowly pulled her finger