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them, but this one seemed to be made of sturdier material than most. She suspected Callie had helped Ryan pick it out. She had a strong feeling she wouldn’t be wearing it long. What did he have in store for her?
    Following Ryan’s instructions, she took a cab to the club and paid with the cash he’d thoughtfully also tucked into the box. She knew if she didn’t use the money he’d given her for the cab ride and he asked her, there was no way she would’ve been able to lie to him. Lisette had a feeling not following his explicit directions was a spankable offense at the very least, and though he wasn’t her Dom, she doubted that would stop him from administering a punishment spanking. The thought excited her and made her anxious in turns. His paddling had been heady, and her pussy had gushed, but would she feel the same about a punishment spanking?
    Lisette got out of the cab and entered the club. Going straight to the women’s locker room, she shed her coat and then went out to the main club. Ryan had said he’d try to be at the same couch they’d used last weekend, and as the crowd parted, she saw him there, dressed in faded blue jeans and a black T-shirt.
    Put your tongue back in your mouth, girl.
    Knowing there was an excellent chance he’d be making use of her tongue later made Lisette giggle, and she clamped her hand over her mouth at the same time Ryan looked up. One thick eyebrow rose, and she nearly fell to her knees right then and there. A Dom raising an eyebrow just did it for her; she had no idea why. He rose as she approached.
    “You look lovely. Even better than I expected.”
    For some reason his effusive compliment made her blush. “Thank you, sir. It was a nice surprise to come home to.”
    “You’re welcome. I wanted to make you feel like the beautiful woman you are. Sit.” He pointed to the cushion in front of him. “I have something for you.” Ryan pulled a play collar out of his bag. “I’d like you to wear this whenever we’re here at the club playing. Then people will know you’re not available. I tend to be a little possessive.”
    “Of course, sir.”
    With a little self-satisfied smile, he buckled it around her neck. “Fuck, you look hot in that collar.” She blushed, and he leaned down to kiss the skin right above it. “Would you like a drink?”
    “Water, please. I’m still dehydrated from traveling. I carry a water bottle when I’m on the road, but the constant changes in climate and being stuck indoors so much in those huge, musty convention centers does nothing for my health, I’m sure.”
    Ryan motioned, and soon two bottles of water were deposited on the table in front of them. Reaching for one, he uncapped it and handed it to her before doing the same with his own.
    “How was the trade show?”
    “Pretty good. My job is to get the booths and other materials there and set up, make sure the staff has everything they need during the show itself. At the end of the show, I supervise everything being taken back down and get it shipped home. In some ways that’s the easy part. I don’t have to stand there looking friendly for three straight days. I’d lose it after about six hours.”
    He laughed. “Not a people person?”
    Lisette fidgeted but looked up when he placed a heavy hand on her thigh, his expression now dead serious.
    “Stop.”
    “Yes, sir. I’m sorry. I just don’t like to talk about myself.”
    “If you don’t want to do that, there are plenty of other fun activities that’ll keep your mouth occupied.”
    Ryan stared at her mouth, and she had to resist the temptation to lick her lips. That would be like waving a red cape in front of a bull.
    “Uh, whatever you’d like, sir.”
    “I’d like to talk about your week.”
    She tried to control the sigh but wasn’t sure she’d been successful when he smirked. “It’s not that I hate people, sir, but there seems to be this pervasive air of desperation at trade