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CHAPTER ONE

Eleanor

“Down on your belly!” Eleanor de her ith a practiced flick of the wrist and doing her best to pretend she wasn’t way out of her league

“Make me” The man who knelt before her whispered the words, but that didn’tEven at a low volu It smoothed over her skin and made her shiver

The voice alone would have been enough to uy weren’t co Which it was, every enormous inch, from his bald head to the tips of his toes Sweat rolled off his bare shoulders—his broad,shoulders His were deltoids that never should have seen the inside of a BDSM club, at least not from the submissive side of the fence

He looked powerful enough to pick her up and snap her spine like a twig, and h to enjoy it

Eleanor sed and tried to remember that domination was at least seventy-five percentabout this man made her mind feel about as wimpy as her decidedly un-buff biceps

Pull yourself together, woive the man what he ca like it

“Don’t crossto her submissive: he would abandon control now, or spend eternity suffering her wrath

Or at least the next fifty minutes He had paid for the hour, and Eleanor didn’t believe in cheating her custoht be The Wicked Stepmother, but she had a business to run, and a business didn’t thrive on unsatisfied clients

Still, she wished she could let this one go, si or nipple torture or a hot wax treatment or whatever else he’d had in mind

God, she was sick of all of it, every last bit of kink, and even sicker of the whiny, clingy men who made use of her unique services Still, thefor the usual obedient, boot-licking client She was a do, and had never felt like ht

“I’d rather not,” Baldy said in that voice that dared her to show him what she was made of

“Less back talk,