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"It&039;s your first night flying solo Stay in your co words clearly in her head, but no other part of her was listening as she watched the h The Zone&039;s Tuesday night crowd

She chose the adjective deliberately Handsome or sexy conveyed surface appeal

Beautiful addressed the whole package, inside and out

ThisOver six feet, the broadness in his shoulders was enough to accelerate her heart rate He was pure ne he used, he wouldn&039;t be able to obliterate the scent He was powerful, a predator, but whather common sense, was that he was a sexual submissive An alpha ho chose the role of beta in the bedrooht woman

The more seasoned Douerite, a Mistress who never had a regular partner, preferring to pick up her choice of sub for the night from the available subs on the floor, had already paired off and was playing in the rentable roolass floor It was one of the perks of The Zone, being able to see down into all the playrooed by a particular group of occupants

Violet preferred smooth, clean-shaven men Usually This man had coarse, dark hair on his forearms and soft curls on his head, in a style cut short at the nape He was ray, but his hair had refused to blend, so his mane of white, black and silver invited her touch She wanted to grip it, tug that firm mouth down to her lips, or better, hold his head between her thighs and see how clever those lips could be

Violet crossed her legs, took a sip of her drink Though every instinct screao stake out her territory before some other Dom saw him, she held her seat

Patience was often rewarded, and she&039;d rather suffer disappointment in anonyht blade of a nose, and a rugged face His beard and ain upset her faroomed, the beard off his cheek bones, low on his jaw, just a line of gray and black that followed that strong line to meet the clipped sideburn in front of his ear She couldn&039;t tell the color of his irises, but if they were gray, she was a goner The dark length of his eyebroere straight slashes, perfectly following the top shallow al an ierous to push

A lot of subs used the locker roo the floor, a clear advertisement of their availability for play, but he wore street clothes, well-fitted jeans and a crisp white shirt tucked into the forearms and a pair of beautifully tooled silver cuffs on his wrists The onyx inlay and scrollwork made them pass as an attractive accessory, but she knehat they were, had zoomed in on the a well-anticipated meal They broadcast his status as a submissive here in The Zone, one of Tampa&039;s most upscale and private fetish clubs for practitioners of the Dom/sub lifestyle

Two hundred plus pounds of powerfulto be at the beck and call of a Mistress Or a Master She forced herself to consider that, to squelch the scream of denial and disappointed for the sleek beefed-up types the ht prefer Thosesculpted in a gyo for it She could io when her male fantasy set her back on her heels, but her pulse was pounding and her hands were damp This was the one

She rose frohthorse intended to stake out a good place to do so crowd, but the scenario under his feet caught his attention Through the glass floor, in a rooirl stripped down to nothing but a silver chain ed her, snapping the end of a short braided whip across her stiffened nipples and leaving red hs with pinpoint accuracy The chastity belt prevented stimulation of the area it covered, but of course thatMac had lucked out on tiirl shuddered, her lass Through the duration of her surrender, her Doht by the candlelight illuh the silver chain leg openings of the chastity belt Moving to her side, her Master released her ar her hair, his face lit with pleasure and devotion

That expression absorbed Mac, held him there a few moments more than he anticipated When at last he turned toward his original destination, a quiet corner in the shadows, he found his way unexpectedly and deliberately blocked

The obstacle had spike-heeled boots that followed her legs like a second skin, so they were as feminine and delicate as the dress she wore Whereas e they conveyed, this woe was an elegant, low-slung drape that revealed the tops of her breasts and the lace along the edges of the dark green satin bra cups sewn into the dress The skirt hugged round hips and flared out in a little garnish of slashes just below lihs beneath the boots

He had to stop at her face much sooner than he anticipated She was a woodland fairy, a pixie With the heels, the top of her head reached his shoulder She wore a sis that were a fall of silver stars

Silver glitter sparkled on her skin over her breasts and sternu to her waist was not hers, but a beautiful wig that did great things for her s like crea, liquid and smooth He&039;d bet those lavender eyes were contacts, but her beauty couldn&039;t be disguised Whatever her hair and eye color, she was a knockout Her lips were liquid red and full, just like he liked the of vanilla, and his nose was interested in having hi sternly admonished by his mind to stay in check

She was so delicate, it was hard to believe she was a Dom But it resonated off her

A less experienced sub wouldn&039;t know, but he did, fro hie to please her by casting his gaze down

"I have a room below," she said, and it wasn&039;t a request "I want you down there" She pointed through the glass and he saw the room provisioned like a horse stall, cos and other equine accoutrements modified for human sexual play

"I&039;m nobody&039;s pony, sweetheart," he said, andfor a pony," she returned "And I don&039;t recall giving you a choice about it, slave"

She was green It was obvious froh in her throat He could smell her nerves He bared his teeth in a sar"

"What does that mean?" Confusion and irritation crossed her features

"It er under her chin and delighted in watching her eyes narrow in anger Oh, yeah, she had it in her His cock stirred, like a dog catching the scent of soot to prove you can taestured to a table where a young ht pants "He&039;s friendly and eager to please"

"I don&039;t want a cocker spaniel" The pixie reached up, caught her long-nailed fingers in the open collar of his shirt, dug into his flesh She jerked, bringing hih to pull back, but because she made it clear she&039;d take a piece of him with the fabric if he didn&039;t

At the sa crop she carried thrust hoht of his testicles She exerted a pressure that was uncoht his attention

The violet eyes and black wig hid her true looks, but not the satisfied set of that sinful ue came out, wet her lips

"I want the pit bull, the one who runs his yard" Her crop hand slid down to grasp hi the prop in the equation so he felt the insistent shove of the weapon as well as the curled clutch of her fingers against his hardening cock "Get your ass downstairs into that room And I want this shirt off" Her eyes were inches from his The music and crowd noise faded away and lavender took over his senses A vibration rippled his nerves, sending a shudder through his body before he could prevent it She felt it under her touch, he could tell frorip eased, her fingertips brushing a light caress over his nipple