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ultimately, for a one-night stand, she didn't need to know. And she wasn't sure why she even wanted to.
    She did, however, know that she didn't want him anywhere near Syn.
    “We'll finish what we started.” She removed the cock cage and put some steel into her voice once more. “Do you think you've earned an orgasm?”
    His lids lowered as he watched her stroke him. “Yes, ma'am.”
    “Ma'am?” She circled her thumb over a drop of pre-cum at the tip of his shaft. “Were you always so polite?”
    A sharp intake of breath made her look up and wonder why the hell she was asking him questions as if she were serving him coffee instead of getting ready to mount him. “Yes, Mistress. Sorry. I slipped.”
    “I liked it,” she said, with no damned trace of the hard edge she'd aimed for. “You can call me ma'am.”
    Heat bloomed low in her belly as he arched his back into her touch. She should punish him for that, but need consumed her all of a sudden. She needed to fuck him, needed to come.
    She fetched the wand once more, climbed up on the table, and straddled his hips. Too late she realized she'd forgotten a condom, though she used them for the sub, not for her. The club provided birth control, and thanks to Itor's experimentation and genetic enhancements, she'd become immune to most human-borne diseases.
    Trance didn't seem to mind the lack of protection. He watched, teeth clenched, as she lowered herself onto his hard cock, and when she reached behind and penetrated him with the wand, his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
    Satisfaction and warmth sighed through her. He'd gentled to anal penetration, something he'd probably never thought he'd want or enjoy.
    For the first time, she wished she could allow herself to continue seeing a sub. She'd like to be the one to tame him, to make him want to serve her. But she didn't have the patience, the trust, or the gentle touch necessary for such work, not when nearly every move she made was calculated to bring her pleasure.
    Such as now. She rode him slowly, savoring the feel of the thick column impaling her. Her juices coated him, creating a slick, hot friction that made her whimper no matter how hard she bit her lip. A sheen of sweat dampened her breasts as she rocked, putting delicious pressure on her clit with every forward roll.
    God, how many sessions had she orchestrated in different clubs? So many, too many, but not one had come close to bringing her the kind of pleasure she'd found with Trance.
    And they weren't even finished.
    The tendons in Trance's neck strained as he punched his head back on the table. His shaft swelled inside her, but before he blew, she stilled, not quite finished with the torture, even though her womb quivered with the need to find release.
    “Beg for it,” she said, and though the very idea must have grated on every fiber of his being, he did it. Through clenched teeth.
    “Please, Mistress. Fuck me. Make me come.”
    “That was pathetic.” She turned the wand a little, wiggling it to stimulate his prostate, and he gasped. “Tell me again. Tell me what you want.”
    His gaze caught and held hers, bored into her with an intensity that stole the air from her lungs. “I want to break free of these bonds, bend you the fuck over and rail you so hard you scream.” He arched up as much as he could, forcing a breath of shock out of her in a rush. “And when I'm done, I want to spank the hell out of you before I tie you down, make you suck my cock and swallow every last drop of my load. Now, will you please let me come?”
    Holy shit . If she weren't already on her knees, she'd have been knocked to them. No one had ever spoken to her like that. Her body shook with desire even as her mind screamed a warning. This man would never be tamed, and trying to do so would only result in tragedy.
    Her body didn't give a rat's ass and began to move of its own accord, finding a punishing, grinding rhythm. “I'm in charge,” she ground out, breathless