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he said, his mouth wouldn’t do
    me much good then, would it?” Dona
    teased as if they were two
    schoolgirls, instead of two women
    planning to split him in two with that
    huge dildo.
    “Come here.” She wrapped her hand
    in Fiona’s long hair, grasped her
    fingers with her other hand and
    brought the woman closer. Dona
    rubbed her face along the woman’s
    dusky cheek, freeing one hand to pass
    her fingers over Fiona’s lips. “Show
    this slave I’m more impressed with
    silence.”
    Fiona smiled, leaned in and took
    Dona’s lips in a kiss. Tracing his
    Mistress’s mouth with her tongue, the
    leopard-skinned woman put her
    hands to Dona’s waist, drew her
    closer. With eager passion, but also
    need, affection. There was an
    emotional exchange occurring as
    well as physical, telling him Dona
    had dominated this woman before.
    These women apparently served her
    in more ways than one.
    Like most men, his cock leaped at the
    sight of two women touching each
    other.
    However, as he watched Fiona’s
    hand caress Dona’s lower back, the
    swell of her hips, slide back up to the
    side of her breast and her neck to cup
    her jaw so she could deepen her kiss,
    something else rose in him. Anger.
    Jealousy. He wanted Fiona’s hands
    off Dona. Dona was his Mistress.
    When her tongue tangled with
    Dona’s, she made a sound of
    pleasure like a growl.
    Fiona moved closer, bumping the
    strap-on between Dona’s thighs,
    hinting at what else she could do for
    her.
    “Stop it. Stop it .” He surged forward, knocked Fiona away with his
    shoulder. She stumbled back, her
    eyes wide, telling him he’d finally
    been able to do something they didn’t
    expect. His satisfaction with that was
    short-lived, though, for he’d forgotten
    about her damn cat.
    The leopard snarled and swiped him.
    Nathan spun away, but not fast
    enough. The claws caught his upper
    thigh, raking four stripes through the
    skin as if it were tissue paper.
    Son of a bitch. He dropped to one
    knee, the only thing he could think of
    to protect his groin. A fetal ball
    would have been more advisable for
    that, but he wasn’t going to play
    submissive to an animal. As the cat
    laid his ears back, Nathan bared his
    teeth. Snarled.
    Prepared to body ram the creature if
    he leaped.
    Dona emitted a sharp command and
    the cat backed off, growling. Fiona
    put a hand on the spotted ruff,
    drawing her pet away, both sets of
    catlike eyes reflecting surprise.
    Then his Mistress caught his cock
    tether and yanked him to his feet, a
    pain he felt all the way to the root
    that distracted him from the throbbing
    in his leg.
    “Jesus—”
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    “What the hell do you think you’re
    doing?”
    He lunged toward her, anticipating
    her second pull. His heart was
    hammering hard against his chest,
    making words impossible. There was
    no reason not to take advantage of the
    moment, though. He placed his mouth
    over her angry one, fell into her.
    Oh, God. Wet heat. Scent. Something
    so perfect he couldn’t describe it. He
    bit at her lips, needing to taste with
    more than just his tongue. He wanted
    to touch her so much he wished he
    was Samson who could break free of
    his bonds to draw her close. Touch
    her the way Fiona had. No, better
    than Fiona had. Draw her close, hold
    her completely against him, wrap his
    arms all the way around and feel her
    from neck to thigh, knowing she was
    all his. His Mistress.
    They’d dismissed him as if he were
    simply a misbehaving child. Even
    with his thigh smarting and knowing
    how close he’d just come to being
    disemboweled, he wouldn’t be
    dismissed. Not by her.
    Half a heartbeat of bliss and she
    shoved him away. Wiping her mouth
    with the back of her hand, she spat on
    the ground, making him flinch at the
    cruelty of the gesture.
    “You’ve lost your polish, Jonathan.
    You’re disobedient, rebellious. A
    pain in the ass.
    Not the perfect sub I remember
    hearing so much about.”
    “No, Mistress.” He knew all