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comparison in Chicklet’s eyes, came in with timid steps. Her long, dark brown hair fell over one shoulder as she looked around the bar, stopping at the threshold and going no farther. Her midnight blue eyes were huge, her hands fisted at the hem of her nearly transparent, but virginal white slave dress. A mockery of rags in the finest silk, gliding over her ample curves like water.
    Laura. Chicklet forgot Ford and moved toward her girl. The perfect mix of strength and complete submission. Years ago, when Chicklet had met her in a BDSM club in Chicago, Laura had been doing her best to submit to one fumbling Dom after another. She’d come out as a lesbian in her teens, then retreated into the closet after her mother kicked her out. She was a Kentucky girl, but you would never know that listening to her because whatever accent she’d had was gone. She’d been fostered with a family who’d moved to Nova Scotia. She had dual citizenship and went back to the States often. But never back home. She hadn’t been to Kentucky since she was thirteen.
    Chicklet walked straight up to Laura and cupped the smaller wom an’s cheeks in her hands. Laura’s eyes were bloodshot, red-rimmed from crying. Chicklet wanted to be a gentle, caring Mistress for her, but she’d tried that before and failed miserably. Laura needed to be controlled completely. Things couldn’t be easy, or they weren’t “real.” If Laura even sensed Chicklet was denying herself, she’d hide. And Chicklet couldn’t let Laura hide.
    “You look beautiful, pet.” Chicklet pressed a soft kiss to Laura’s glossy lips, teasing them with the tip of her tongue to savor the strawberry flavored lip gloss Laura wore for her. A hint of vanilla from Laura’s perfume made Chicklet’s mouth water. She drew a long, black nail down the center of Laura’s chest, pleased to see the sadness fade from Laura’s eyes. Not completely, but her girl was slipping into the peaceful submissive mind-set she craved. Satisfied that the night would go well from here on, Chicklet took a step back. “Go fix us each a tea. We’ll chat a little while I work the bar, then I’ll bring you to the medical room.”
    Laura’s eyes widened as she drew in a sharp breath and pink rose high on her cheeks. She’d once told Chicklet she hated the medical room, that all the metal, the sterility of it, made her uncomfortable. After that, their play in that room had been mild. But they had continued to scene in there until Chicklet eased her sub past her discomfort.
    It was now one of Laura’s favorite rooms.
    A nod and Laura turned to fetch their tea. Then stopped and glanced back at Chicklet, fiddling with the hem of her dress again. “What about the boy?”
    Chicklet frowned. She gave each of her subs “special time,” playing with them separately often enough to meet their unique needs, but always on her terms. Why would Laura ask about Tyler now?
    “My boy will join us.” The flicker of disappointment in Laura’s eyes disturbed Chicklet. She slid forward, invading her sweet little sub’s personal space and tipping her chin up with a nail. “I’ll forgive the question, pet, because you’ve clearly had a rough day. Which is why I will use him to make you come so hard you’ll scream yourself hoarse and won’t be able to speak properly for days. Tell me how much you love his mouth on you.” Chicklet let out a low, cruel laugh when Laura wet her bottom lip with her tongue. She brought her fingers to Laura’s mouth. “When he kisses you.”
    The tip of Laura’s tongue touched Chicklet’s fingertip. “Yes.”
    “When he sucks these beautiful nipples.” Chicklet brushed her knuckles over Laura’s breasts, heat surging low as she enjoyed the feel of hardened tips pushing against the silk with no bra to restrain them. She slipped the same hand between Laura’s thighs, rubbing the silk against her bare mound. “When he fucks your hot pussy with his very talented tongue.”
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