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watch a scene unfolding, you will let me know, and I will take it into consideration.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Although Warren stride was long, she managed to keep up with a quickened pace.
    When they reached the double doors, he stopped to address the guards. “This is Joy. She is my sub, and I expect her to be allowed entry into the club without hassle from here on in. Please pass this information along to the others.”
    “Yes, sir,” both wolves said at once before opening the doors to allow them through.
     

SIX
     
    Warren took her elbow the moment they set foot in the club, guiding her where he wanted her to go. A song with a strong primal base played in the background like a pulse inciting people to join in the kinky fun. Along the far wall, a dark wood bar backlit with pale blue light, had two males serving up drinks. Long black couches had people of varying ages and body shapes draped over them. Some had few articles of clothing while others were covered from head to toe. Most of the patrons looked up, some even stared as she and Warren walked by, but none approached. Other than the abundance of black leather, and lack of cover on some of the people there, the club almost seemed normal. There were no St. Andrews crosses, no benches. Nothing.
    “Are you thirsty, Joy?” Warren stopped to look down at her.
    “No, Sir.”
    “Then why are you no longer walking?” he asked.
    Had she stopped walking? She hadn’t even noticed. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m a little surprised by the club. That’s all. It’s not what I expected.”
    Joy held her breath as he raked his gaze over her from her head all the way down to her toes, and then back up again. “This is the bar, not the club. We won’t be spending our time in here tonight.”
    She released the breath she’d been holding and nodded. After having spent the last couple of hours poring over the contract, the last thing she wanted was to sit and have a polite conversation with her new Master. It had been months since she’d last had a lover, and even longer since she’d been able to submit to a true Dom.
    He took a long breath through his nose, his lips quirking a little in the corners as he did. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you, sub?”
    She didn’t even think to lie. It wouldn’t have mattered. He could smell her. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good. Now, let’s keep going, shall we?”
    She had taken all of two steps with Warren when the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Sure there was a threat, she scanned the room, but when Warren remained calm as ever, she shook off her wolf’s agitation. Surely if there were a threat, he would take notice.
    He led her to the back of the room where thick black velvet curtains blocked the view, but there was no mistaking the sound of a whip snapping, or the muffled moan that followed. Her heart pounded, and she could hardly catch her breath.
    Just as Warren reached out to part the drapes, a tall, beautiful blonde woman went to the floor at his feet. “Welcome back, Master. How can I serve you?” she asked, her big blue eyes shining up at him.
    Her bright pink skirt rode up, exposing most of her naked ass, and her top plunged so low it barely cover her nipples. But what had Joy nearly exposing her teeth in a wicked snarl was the delicate collar the woman wore around her neck with WM embroidered into it, and a stone, bright and shiny, hung at the very center. Joy didn’t need to be a jewel expert to know it was a diamond. The quality of the leather and the stunning craftsmanship of the piece would allow for nothing else.
    “Get up, Moira,” Warren commanded. “I removed my collar from your neck many months ago. Why are you wearing it?”
    “I was waiting for you to return, Master. I only wish to please you.” Moira batted her eyelashes at him and thrust her chest forward.
    “You will please me by standing and removing my collar from your neck,” he said, his voice lower, the growl in his throat barely