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up.”
    “John,
with you I’m permanently wound up. Only the degree varies.” Shouldn’t
have said that. He looked downright smug. But darn, it was the truth.
    He didn’t
say another word until they pulled up in the circular drive of a double-fronted
house.
    “Want me
to strip in the car?” she asked. Mostly to get a rise out of
him.
    “No!” He
was quite curt about it. “Don’t be cheeky or I’ll tan your backside for you.”
    “Just
asking and you’ll probably do that anyway.” She grinned at him. Couldn’t help it.
    Nor, it
seemed, could he. “I used to dream about a sweet, demure, obedient sub who
spoke when spoken to.” He took her hand in his and kissed it. “What was I thinking! ”
    He leaned
closer, took her face in his hands and pressed his lips on hers. She didn’t
need any asking. Her mouth opened and her tongue curled over his as he pressed
in deep, taking her with his mouth, lips hard on hers as his hands cupped the
back of her head, holding her steady as he kissed. Her lips would be red and
puffy when he finally stopped. That thought kept her kissing. Her clit throbbed
and her cunt flooded as he held her steady. Making darn certain she—and any
neighbors who happened to be cutting their lawns that morning—knew exactly how
things stood.
    She was
close to running out of breath when a tap on the passenger window got both
their attentions.
    A
brown-haired man, thirties or so, Ellen guessed, peered in at them as he opened
her door. “Come on in,” he said “before one of the neighbors calls the police.”
    What a way
to be introduced and, damn, her cheeks were burning. Would she ever get over
blushing? She stepped out and offered him her hand. “You must be Alan. I’m
Ellen Forsythe.”
    His
eyebrows shot up as he took her hand and gave her the oddest look. Give her
strength! If he was one of those Dominants who thought all subs should kneel to
him, he was in for a shock.
    But he
recovered quickly. “Awfully glad you could come. Jane’s been dying to meet you.
Come in.”
    The front
hall rather reminded Ellen of her sister’s—pale peach, rag-rolled walls, a pair
of convex mirrors in gilt frames, a reproduction mahogany hall table and some
rather nice watercolors of what looked like Cornwall, or perhaps Brittany.
    She only
got a quick look around though. Once Alan closed the front door, John squeezed
her hand and said, “Get naked, darling. Everything off.”
    He’d
warned her. She should have been prepared but she wasn’t. Not if the clenching
deep in her cunt was anything to go by.
    He
expected her to strip right here, in front of Alan?
    She met
John’s eyes in the silence that hung between them. A silence punctuated only
but the ticking of a clock somewhere nearby and a discreet cough from Alan.
    She
steadfastly ignored the latter. The only man who mattered was John. She looked
him in the eyes, smiled, kicked off her sandals and pulled off her blouse.
    “You
permit her to wear a bra?” Alan asked, sounding so scandalized she almost
giggled.
    Instead,
as she reached behind to unhook, she looked his way and said. “At my age, it’s
a necessity.” He’d see that for himself in a minute. Perky was no longer the
word for her tits. Not that John had ever complained.
    Bra off,
she put it on a hall chair with her top and eased down her skirt. Elastic
waists came in so handy.
    John took
her skirt from her and added it to the pile. “Let’s go and meet Jane.”
    As she
followed the men down the hallway, she offered thanks to Edward for the times
he’d as good as bulldozed her into walking around naked at play parties. The
first few times she’d almost died of embarrassment, now she could handle it. Apart from that comment about wearing a bra.
    Still, he
was no doubt playing Dominant. Made her doubly thankful for
John. He didn’t need to work at being dominant. It was in his bones, his
heart and his mind.
    “Hello,
Jane!” John went forward and hugged the fair-haired woman,