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so badly wanted to accept. But at what price?
    "I...I'm not sure," she stammered, pulling away, the connection between them breaking into tiny shards. "I'm sorry." She turned her back to him, the view from the window reminding her of her ultimate goal, though this time it didn't look quite so blissful.
    "Very well," he said, his voice cool behind her. "I won't approach you again. If you need me, you know where to find me."

Chapter 4

    James heard the front door open as he went down the main staircase, and smiled as Celia stepped into the foyer. Tall and lanky, she was elegant and proper in a demure white pantsuit, her dark hair tamed in some sort of mysterious roll that went up the back of her head. The average person would never guess that she owned one of the hottest BDSM nightclubs in the city, or that she played dominatrix to some of the most influential men in town. Not that she'd ever reveal her client list, but James had met her shortly after she came to town, and he'd done what he could to help her get established. She looked up and smiled as he joined her.
    "Hello, James. I thought I'd stop in and see how our girl is doing today. Is she...available?" She winked, but her grin faded as he nodded his head.
    "She's intent on staying available, it seems." He glanced toward her room. "I've done everything I can, Celia. She won't listen to me. She wants to - I can feel it, but she doesn't trust her own judgment. Honestly, I don't know if there's anything else we can do - just let her go, and see what happens."
    Celia pursed her lips in a fake pout. "Oh, come on now. You and I both know you're not giving up on her. I sense there's something more going on between you two...a bond, perhaps? Would you keep her if she let you?"
    James shook his head with a half-hearted chuckle. "You know that's not how I work. Nice try though. If you can talk some sense into her, I'll make sure she's ready for the next Dom. No more, no less." A twinge jolted him somewhere near the center of his chest, but he ignored it. Celia simply smiled and patted his arm.
    "You just keep telling yourself that, James. I'll go visit Brianna. Which room?"
    "Second on the left."
    He watched her go up the stairs, her movements silky smooth, like a cat. "Hey, why haven't you ever paired up with a sub?"
    She stopped briefly to look at him. "I haven't found the right one yet." With a wink, she continued up the stairs and disappeared into the hallway.
    James shook his head then turned to Angie. "I have a few friends coming over - they should be here any minute. When they arrive, will you show them to the blue parlor? And do be hospitable - they're all expecting lip service to start."
    She lowered her eyes obediently. "Yes Master." The door chimes rang, and James walked away before she could open the door, stepping into his office and closing the door. The three men he'd invited were all interested in taking ownership of Angie, and he wanted to see how she reacted to them both individually and collectively before he made the choice for her. Watching through the slim panel of one-way mirrored glass near the top of the door, he watched as the first man entered. He'd told the men they could each try her out, and it wasn't long before she was on her knees in front of Mike Hammond, her lips wrapped around his substantial cock. She had a skilled mouth, James knew, and with the tricks he'd taught her, Mike came all over her chest in short order. Angie led him out of the room, and returned soon after, the evidence of her obedience still marking her breasts.
    "Good girl," he murmured, glancing at the clock. Ryan was the next to arrive - James' favorite choice for her. He, too, requested and received a blow job, though he didn't bother to pull out of her throat, and Angie swallowed eagerly. When she stood, Ryan gave her nipples a tug and they both laughed before she showed him to the parlor.
    Shawn should be the last to arrive, and James noted he was right on time when the