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it, his back squarely blocking Syb’s monitor as he crossed his arms and ankles. His look challenged Kellon as he waited for an answer.
    “Peter McBride is a graphic artist. He tends to travel a conference circuit that takes him all over the country. He doesn’t have a sub right now, and he hasn’t had one in several years, though he really is a Dom. He’s definitely into the scene. Checking our connections, I learned he’s in good standing at several clubs on the east and west coasts. That’s where he spends most of his time. He’s well respected in all circles.”
    Rob nodded. “So why do you doubt he’s taken our Sybil under his command?”
    “He’s gay. Syb doesn’t play unless there’s some carnal reward waiting for her. She’s not into submission without sexual gratification. She wants to know that, at some point, she’ll be fucked unless she’s being punished. I don’t think that’s changed since she left me. It hasn’t been that long.”
    “So what are you going to do?”
    “I’m done playing. I’m stepping in, and she’s listening. After that, if she wants to move on… Well, she won’t want to.” Kellon stared at Rob’s shoulder as if he could see though it to Syb if he looked hard enough. Would she listen? Better, would she believe him? That was the fifteen trillion dollar question.
    He’d always had a dominant personality, so stepping into the D/s lifestyle hadn’t been a stretch for him. Being in command, seeing to his sub’s needs, bondage and even non-physical discipline and controlling pleasure had been quite natural for him. Spanking and the like wasn’t necessarily a sign or imperative of the lifestyle. Then he’d met Syb, and she’d needed more from him. It had taken him months to come to terms with that—months and some non-professional therapy from the man confronting him now. But Kellon was ready to take that next step though he was still cautious. He’d come from an abusive home. The idea of spanking Syb worried him. He couldn’t be an abuser.
    “I know what you’re thinking,” Rob informed him, leaning forward slightly with his arms still crossed.
    “Don’t use your psychobabble on me; not right now,” Kellon sighed. His boss had an annoying double degree in business and human behavior. He didn’t hesitate to use his knowledge on his friends and employees when he deemed it necessary.
    “You’re worried that when you spank her or use a flogger you might get too rough.”
    “Rob…” Kellon warned.
    “You’ve got yourself under such a tight hold it’s a wonder you don’t creak when you move. Look, have you discussed this with her, really talked? Set guidelines? You know that’s one of the first tenets of BDSM. Consensual. She knows she can’t force you; that’s why she’s doing this. You have to take the first step and prove that it’s your idea.”
    “So you’re analyzing her, too?”
    “There’s not much to detect. Syb’s transparent. You don’t need a psychology degree to see what she’s about. I think she’s trying to force your hand.”
    Kellon’s eyes narrowed. “You think she’s manipulating me into do what she wants?”
    “Or into going away. But yes, she’s trying to control this.”
    “Unacceptable,” he growled.
    “So what are you going to do about it?”
    He knew what he wanted to do, but that would give Syb exactly what she wanted. Not that he’d ever strike her in anger. He’d cut off his hands first.
    Rob studied Kellon as if he knew exactly what Kellon was thinking. His head jerked toward the door. “Come to my office.”
    Without waiting, he headed for the door. Sighing, Kellon stood. Outside the security enclosure, he beckoned to one of his men to take over at the monitors then he followed Rob. His boss closed the door behind them then circled his desk. He sank into his chair, motioning Kellon to the seat opposite him.
    Feeling out of sorts, Kellon plopped down, slinging his arms on the rests as he slouched