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stretched her out and rubbed her muscles, soothing them, easing the strain. One of them fetched what appeared to be a bottle of lotion from the tables and they applied it liberally to her body, petting her and caressing her as they did so. Their affection for her was very obvious.
    “They take such special care of her,” Amber commented.
    “The sign of a good Dom.” He nipped her earlobe. “And I assure you I am a very good Dom. I was trained well and I respect my subs.” He cupped her chin and tilted her face toward him. “I think a woman should be her own person, Amber. Have her own career if she chooses. Find her own place in life. But in the bedroom I am always the Dom. Does that bother you?”
    Bother her? She’d just allowed him to bring her to climax in a room full of people, all of whom had probably paid some bit of attention to it. And it had excited her beyond belief. How could she possibly object to his dominance in the bedroom after that? Nor, she realized, did she want to. A tiny thrill raced through her when she realized she wanted what she’d seen played out in the two rooms. She wanted the bite of pain, the butt plug, the dildo. All of it. Everything.
    “ Amada?” Rio prompted.
    She wetted her lips. “I confess that even after reading about it I never in a million years thought I’d crave something like this. But I want this. With you. What does that say about me?”
    He stroked her cheek. “It says you are a very exciting, sensual woman and one I plan to claim for my own.” Heat danced in his eyes as he studied her face. “Does that frighten you?”
    “No. I don’t know why, but… No.”
    “Because I believe we are meant to be together. That’s why.” He straightened in his chair. “Would you like to order some dinner?”
    She shook her head, a shy smile curving her lips. “My hunger is of a different kind. And I can’t even believe I’m saying that to you.”
    He laughed. “Then come. I want you to meet someone. She may answer some of your other reservations too.” He brushed a stray curl from her face. “About age.”
    Really? Someone here is going to address that issue?
    But Rio didn’t give her a chance to ask questions. He pulled a money clip from his pocket and left some bills on the table, then placed his hand at her back and guided her into a short hallway. He knocked on a heavy carved oak door.
    “It’s open.” The feminine voice that answered was soft and musical.
    Rio pushed the door open and drew Amber into what she saw at once was a pleasant, welcoming room. Comfortable couches were placed at angles around a large oriental rug. Hanging on the wall over one of the couches was a huge painting of a peregrine falcon poised to take flight. Behind a curved antique desk sat one of the most beautiful women Amber had ever seen. She rose when the two of them entered and walked around the desk to greet them.
    Amber stared at her. She was petite, barely more than five feet, her height supplemented by the strappy stiletto heels she wore. A soft, peach blouse draped over nicely rounded breasts and well-tailored white slacks barely disguised lush, generous curves. Her hair was a startling shade of ash gray, held back from her face with an intricate clip. And despite an expert makeup job, Amber noticed the telltale tiny lines of age at the woman’s eyes and mouth.
    How old was she, anyway? Molly had told her the owner was older than her husband but she hadn’t mentioned exactly what the woman’s age was. She could have been anywhere from fifty to sixty, yet she still glowed with a youthful vitality. Amber had to stop herself from gaping.
    The woman chuckled. “My age surprises you? Not an unusual reaction.” She held out her hand. “I’m Peregrine. Welcome to my club.”
    Amber shook the soft, feminine hand. “Thank you. For being so welcoming.”
    Peregrine shifted her gaze to Rio. “I think this one’s a winner, amigo. ”
    “I think so too.” He closed his fingers