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this situation?”
    “You.”
    She laughed. “You’re saying what I want to hear, not what you believe. You, what?”
    “You, Mistress.”
    She took a step forward.
    “Let me tell you what I expect, Mackenzie. I’m not a dabbler. I’m not a casual one-night trawler. I’m looking for a solid bond, a total commitment. I don’t expect to find it in every man I bring to these rooms. In fact, I don’t expect to find it in most of them, but I choose men interested in finding out. Once I find it, I don’t expect to take it outside this club right away, but it’s what I intend when I do. I want to be some lucky man’s Mistress, and you’re just wasting my time if you’re going to hide.” She stepped back up to him, until that large body was just over her again, the fury and desire in his eyes cloaking her roused body in heat. “I want to flay off every inch of your shields, your emotional skin, so I see and know everything you are, every part you hide from the rest of the world. I’m fully capable of it.”
    “I don’t know…if I can let you. Get that close.” A soft sigh broke free, and now she did soften, cupping her hand under his jaw with gentle fingers. “Bingo. That’s who I’m looking for. The man who tells me what’s happening in his head, what I’m doing to him. Who trusts me, or is at least willing to try. The man who can completely let go to pure sensation and feeling. That’s it, Mackenzie. That’s what I want. You want to run from that, you can. Just don’t waste my time with your act if you’re just here for the turn-on.”
    “I’ve got to think about it.”
    “So think.” She turned away from him, though moving back toward the door felt like moving through deep sand, all the muscles of her body screaming in protest. “I’ll come back here tomorrow between nine and eleven. If you want me, you’ll be in this room, stripped. Nothing on. You put on one of the cock harnesses, tether yourself to that ring in the floor, the minimum amount of slack necessary between it and your cock, your knees spread as wide as you can get them, your hands laced on the back of your head. You stay straight upright in that position until I decide to come down here.” She looked over her shoulder, cocked a brow at him, stifled a groan of need as she saw his cock hardening again at her words. “Can you hold a position that long, 30

    Natural Law
    Mackenzie? How badly do you want to have a Mistress worth having, rather than a playmate?”
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    Joey W. Hill

Chapter 5
    He wanted to run, to turn his back on The Zone and pretend, at least for twenty-four hours, that it, and Violet, didn’t exist. That the shameful moments had not existed.
    But he made himself stay, made himself talk to other club members, find out more about his fiery little Dom. Everyone knew Violet. She went to many of the outside private parties, where D/s couples got together in their latest pairings. Here several times a week, she often interactively played.
    She was perfect.
    She also terrified him, and he didn’t know why. Why was she different? He’d had Mistresses do all manner of things to him. He’d tolerated it, and most of it turned him on. She had overwhelmed him, shot him up and over a pinnacle with her clever fingers before he’d even had a chance to catch a breath. Her sultry voice teased his mind, the faint smell of lavender still on his body from where she pressed against him.
    He didn’t go home. He went to the office. Nodding briefly to the dispatch officer, he went back to his desk, switching on the lamp. There were several new reports on his desk. Psych profile, forensics for the last victim, the latter not telling him more than he already knew. He knew the method of restraint, how a bullet tore through flesh. The profile was disappointing, a generic analysis.
    It is possible the subject was traumatized by a sexual betrayal or rejection, and has had to pretend the betrayal or rejection does not exist, therefore