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my
cock slides in and out of your delectable pussy.”
    “And that will remain your fantasy. For a hundred
thousand dollars you might have been able to talk me into whoring
myself.”
    “Tsk, tsk, Lydia. It wasn’t the
money, it was the bet. I don’t want to pay. I want you willing or
at least working off a wager.”
    I let the working comment pass.
“Most Doms respect a Domme and don’t feel the need to control
anyone but their submissive.”
    “Is that what you think? I
guarantee every man who watches you wield a whip wants you chained
and screaming. The difference is I’m not afraid of you and I go
after what I want.”
    “My body is not part of the deal.”
    He took a step closer and I took a step back.
    “You know if you use your little flip trick again
I’ll go over the wall.”
    “That really got to you didn’t it?”
    “So much more than you know and I
still owe you a punishment, but not yet. I’ll let you worry about
it for a while longer. The anticipation should make you
wetter.”
    I wasn’t going to lie. He knew every woman creamed
when he flashed his dimples. “When do I start work?”
    “Tomorrow night.”
    “Then I need my sleep.”
    “A late night snack will be here in a minute.”
    Samson heard the word snack and
came running. He walked up to Mr. Wet Panty Advertisement and
sniffed the hand placed out. He licked it and then licked
again.
    “He likes the salt on your skin.”
    “I’d like you to lick the salt from my skin but it’s
not my hand that’s the saltiest.”
    “Does that line work for your other Dommes?”
    “I don’t want to fuck the other
Dommes and I’m afraid I never mix work with pleasure. With you I’m
making an exception.”
    “Poor me.”
    “I don’t usually care for ball
gags but I might make an exception.”
    “Is that a threat?”
    He laughed again. There was a soft
bell chime and he turned and walked back the way he came. I
followed and Samson followed us around the outside of the apartment
as we entered the doors I’d originally gone through when I first
arrived.
    Our waiter placed the meal on a
side table and after a short bow he disappeared. Damian poured wine
and we ate a cheese quesadilla sent down from heaven.
    “Room service and anything else
you need is available using the house phone. Just press zero. Your
phone is programmed to call my suite too.” His dimples appeared.
“Just press 666.”
    I couldn’t help my return grin. “You take this
entire devil thing very seriously.”
    “It’s my trademark and it’s earned me a lot of
money.”
    “I understand why you want me working at your club
but why do you want me in your bed?” My voice went husky against my
will.
    “Hmm, I went to The Mediterranean
already knowing what you looked like and how good you supposedly
were. I watched the tail end of your scene and my cock got hard. In
this business you become jaded. Watching a simple scene doesn’t
usually do it for me but you do. Even dressed as you are now in
your lose flowing hippie clothes, I’m hard. I wore these pants
because I knew I would be uncomfortable if I slipped on my jeans.
Really, I’m not sure what it is. You aren’t the most beautiful
woman I’ve ever seen, you don’t have the best body, but you are
sexy as hell. I want your braid wrapped around my hand and your
mouth on my cock. I want red stripes across your ass and thighs.
Then I want to kiss each one with my fingers buried deep in your
pussy. When you come, my mouth will be licking every bit of juice
from between your legs.”
    My breathing was heavy and thank
god my cell phone rang and saved me.
    Fumbling, I finally managed to
answer. “Umm, hello.”
    The phone disappeared from my
hand. “She’ll call you back in a few minutes.”
    He was close and he took a step
closer. He didn’t touch me but bent his head and soft warm air blew
past my ear when he spoke, “Your shift starts at nine tomorrow
night. You have a closet full of appropriate clothes. Carl