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arrived with their drinks and Lara watched as he paid her,
    tipping heavily before sending her away with an absent smile.

    A Dom.

    Damn, that sorta sucked, she'd been looking forward to having that delicious
    cock of his buried deep inside her. She hadn't had a good hard fuck in way
    too long, but she wasn't into being spanked.

    "I don't know," she said, shaking her head slowly. "I am not a submissive person."

    "I think you might surprise yourself. You enjoyed sucking my cock the other
    night right?"

    His small smile was starting to irritate her. "Yeah, but that's not a submissive thing. Men are ruled by their dicks. If I can rule the dick, I can rule the man.
    That's not exactly a submissive way of thinking, is it?"

    "So you got no pleasure from hearing my groans of pleasure, or words of
    praise? No satisfaction in feeling my cock throb against your tongue as my
    come filled your mouth?"

    His words filled her head, clouding her thoughts as the memory of the other
    night filled her mind. His hand in her hair, his cock in her mouth, his voice
    being the only thing she heard beyond the pounding of her own rushing
    blood as he growled his satisfaction.

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    She'd swallowed for him. Something she'd never done before. More than
    that, he was right, she'd enjoyed the whole thing. Walking away from him
    then had been a point of pride she'd paid for when she was alone in bed with
    her vibrator.

    She'd never shied from a challenge before, yet Karl's words didn't feel like
    just a challenge. They felt like an…invitation? She gave herself a mental
    head slap. Did it really matter? She wanted him, and she would try anything
    once.

    So she straightened her spine, thrust out her breasts and boldly met his
    gaze. "Do I have to call you Master?"

    "Master, Sir, Karl." He shrugged. "It doesn't matter. You can call me what you want, whatever feels natural."

    Excitement heated her blood and kicked her pulse up a notch. "Okay, how do
    we do this?"

    "Why don't we start with something simple?"

    "I'm ready when you are."

    His voice lowered. "Are you wearing panties?"

    Adrenaline surged through her. "Yeah."

    "Take them off, please."

    She started to slide out of the booth only to be stopped by his foot blocking
    her way. She glanced from the black boot to the man across the table, her
    forehead wrinkling. "Excuse me?"

    "Stay here and take them off," he commanded softly. "You proved the other night that you were adventurous when it came to taking risks in public, this
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    should be nothing to you."

    He was right—it was nothing. So why was her heart suddenly pounding so
    hard it vibrated through her chest?

    Without bothering to think about it, she shifted forward on her seat a little and
    reached under the table. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she slid her
    fingers up her outer thighs and under her denim skirt. She planted her feet on
    the floor, lifted her hips and tugged at the elastic until the thong slipped from
    between her cheeks and down her legs.

    Bunching the lace in one fist she felt the damp proof of her excitement
    against the palm of her hand, and pride zipped through her.

    "Can I get you anything, sir? Another beer?" The waitress stood at the edge of their table, eyeing Karl.

    Deliberately, Lara put her hand on the table between them, and opened it up,
    offering Karl her panties. Karl smiled his approval and reached for them
    while he spoke. "No, thank you. I have everything I need for now."

    Lara tried not to smirk as the waitress stomped away. When she saw Karl lift
    the bundle of lace to his face and inhale, her moment of satisfaction faded
    into a blur of uncertainty.

    "You smell wonderful," he said. "Already turned on, are you?"

    "Yeah." She shrugged. Trying not to let him see just how affected she truly was.

    "Yes," he said.

    "Yes, what?"

    "When I ask you a question, I'd like you to answer clearly. Yeah, isn't a
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    proper answer."

    "Okay." She nodded,