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lowered them. But his words were the encouragement she needed and she managed a small smile.
    Jesus, come on , she thought. I do this every day at work. Not that she was about to tell him that. It paid her way, but she still felt a certain shame in what she did. It was totally impersonal, though, whereas this couldn’t get more personal. Well, it could, but surely not tonight. Not when they had only just met. Oh, God, what if he…
    “I can see your brain working overtime, Megan. I want you to just focus on the here and now.”
    “Okay,” she answered.
    He frowned.
    “Okay, Sir,” she said quickly.
    “Better, sub.”
    Without another word, he lifted his hand and brushed his fingers over her right breast, caressing the pale skin, moving all the way around until he reached his starting point. Then he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it just hard enough that a charge traveled from the tip of her bud to her rapidly dampening pussy.
    Megan hitched a breath, feeling her nipple tighten and pucker under his touch, and when the fingers of his other hand did the same to her left breast, a moan escaped from her. She closed her eyes.
    “You have beautiful breasts,” he said in his deep baritone. “I could play with them for hours. Look at how they’re turning a deep pink, just for me.”
    Megan opened her eyes, just as Jacob leaned forward and took one rosy bud into his mouth. She gasped as his tongue circled and then flicked her nipple.
    Again, her hands began to move, but got no further than her waist before they were taken up in his and moved behind her back. One big hand held them there, tightly, and his mouth moved to the other breast, sucking and rolling her nipple till she ached with a need she hadn’t felt in a long time.
    When he finally raised his head, she felt the loss of his mouth keenly. Her pussy was throbbing, and her panties were wet. God, it was so erotic, letting a man do this to her with her hands restrained behind her back. She wanted more; she was in no doubt of that.
    Up until now, they had been pretty much alone, towards the back of the club. But when he turned her around, she could see that several of the tables that had been empty when he had told her to take off her shirt, were now occupied.
    Some of the dungeon equipment, close to them, was in use, and quite a few of the club patrons were taking a more than casual interest in what was happening between her and Jacob.
    At the strip club, she could barely see the patrons in the darkness of the audience. In fact, sometimes she had felt almost alone up there, doing her routine.
    Oh shit, she was going to have to ask him if they could take this to a much quieter area.
    “Sir,” she said, careful to address him correctly. “Please could we go somewhere private?”
    “I don’t think so, Megan. I like it right here.”
    She could use her safe word, she supposed. But that would mean giving up after such a short time. She wanted to keep going, she knew that.
    Come on, she chided herself. Get a grip. This is a BDSM club. What did you think you’d be doing, playing solitaire?
    “Yes, Sir,” she said, wanting to show him she was made of sterner stuff than he probably thought.
    She felt his hand on her leg as he sat behind her. Slowly, he moved upwards, under her tight skirt, running cool fingers across the insides of her thighs, and she shook, just slightly, at his touch.
    Another hand traveled to the same area, only this one went higher, his fingers running over the lace of her panties.
    His voice made her jump. “Megan, I don’t allow any underwear to be worn by a submissive.”
    Her voice was as shaky as her legs. “Y…yes, Sir.”
    He removed his hands and she took that as a sign that he wanted her to take the panties off. But when she reached under her skirt, he stopped her, his slightly rough hands coming down on top of hers.
    “No Megan. Now, bend over the table.”
    Bend over the… Was he kidding?
    She took in the