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the table. "Good luck with that," she murmured, pushing food around her plate but unable to make herself eat. She'd tried asking other Doms who visited Drew for help several times, but none of them would take her seriously. It was only when Celia witnessed Drew beating her after losing his temper at the Wicked Whip that anyone had cared enough to do something. To help her. Setting her fork aside, Brianna pushed back from the table.
    "I think I'll go back to my room," she said, refusing to meet James' gaze as she stood. When he didn't object, she turned and walked out, an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something wasn't right, and it had to be this place, these surroundings. Staying here was no better than being at Drew's, really. Someone else still controlled her, albeit not as tightly. She reached her room and shut herself inside, drawn to the window where she stared out at the quiet neighborhood.
    It was odd, remembering that she'd been living a life like most of those people probably did just a few months ago. She'd had a good job, a nice apartment and enough money to do a little shopping on the weekends. The men she dated were nice with very few exceptions, but none of them had ever connected with her on a deeper level. Would it have mattered, she wondered?
    The door behind her opened and she twitched, turning to see James close it again. He took a seat in one of the armchairs facing her. She waited for him to speak, but he just sat quietly, watching with those cool eyes. Brianna felt like a bug under a microscope.
    "What do you want?" she asked, when her nerves couldn't handle the silent assessment any longer. He shrugged, leaning forward to brace his forearms on his knees.
    "I'm more interested in what you want right now."
    She laughed. "You're a Dom. Why would you care what I or any woman wants? It's all about you - isn't that kind of the point?" She knew she was being overly dramatic, that she was allowing her experience to color her view of the lifestyle, but she couldn't seem to help herself. The hurt had nowhere else to go, and James was as good a target as any.
    She tensed, watching for any sign that he was upset. But he leaned back in the chair with a sigh.
    "You've been through hell, Brianna - I realize that. And you should know that what you went through isn't nearly as bad as some girls have it. You got out. Some women never do." He paused, and she knew he wanted her to acknowledge the truth in his words, but she just waited.
    "How many Doms did you know before you went to live with Drew?"
    She slowly held up two fingers, hating to admit her lack of experience.
    "And did they both treat you like he did?"
    Brianna looked at the floor. "No."
    "Have I treated you badly in the short time you've known me?"
    She shook her head, wishing he'd just go away. "I get the point. Not all Doms are bad, I know. But you guys do get whatever you want, whenever you want it. You're always in control."
    "That's because we need to be. The bond between Dom and submissive is a symbiotic one, Brianna. Submissives need to serve...they won't ever be happy unless they can fulfill that need. A Dom needs to control...but without a submissive, he can't fulfill that need. Neither can be happy without the other one - they work together so they both are complete." He got up and walked to her, placing a finger under her chin and raising her face until she looked into his eyes.
    "It is about me, but not the way you think. The only way I get what I need is if you get what you need."
    Brianna trembled, the intensity in his eyes pinning her in place. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to sink to her knees and take his cock in her mouth, and her cheeks burned with the mental image her brain conjured up. Surely he knew what she was thinking, and she waited for that triumphant grin, but he only leaned closer.
    "What do you want, Brianna?" Little more than a breath, his whispered question caressed her lips, a tantalizing promise she