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then picked up the belt as the door shut. Contemplating his situation, he moved behind the dummy. Though it wasn’t a real person, his muscles bunched. His stomach felt distinctly turbulent, as if he stood on the edge of a precipice looking down into oblivion. But…it wasn’t bad. There was a sort of excitement attached to this when he envisioned it being Syb. Every time he did this, he carefully pictured her bent there for him, submitting to him. At first, he’d felt uncomfortable, but as his confidence in his control had grown, he’d been confronted with a strange sense of power—not that he could hurt someone. That wasn’t the point. It was that he had someone who’d be so focused on his sexual needs that she’d give this to him, and that he had the ability to give her a pleasure she’d otherwise be denied by society. There was so much more to it than those outside the scene could comprehend.
    His jaw clenched as he shifted his stance, his concentration focusing on the curved behind in front of him. His arm flexed, and as his heartbeat increased, he drew back then slashed his arm forward delivering a resounding slap of the belt against the faux-ass.
    A simulated cry echoed through the room, and Kellon smiled darkly. Rob had created full-service dummies with both sensors and sounds. The female voice loosened the tension in Kellon’s neck, letting him breathe. His chest rose and fell harshly as he repeated his action and was rewarded with a similar response. A tingle gripped his balls. He’d be fully aroused before the end of the session. Today was different from other times. Today, he knew he’d have Syb under his hand tonight.
    Automatically, he settled into the blows, his cock filling with the increasingly desperate wails of the computerized woman.
    When the buzzer went off, he froze, thoroughly stunned by how far he’d sunk into his “practice”. Spanking was an unbelievable emotional outlet for both Dom and sub, but this round had done nothing to alleviate the needy sensation in his groin. His cock was like a painful spike. He needed relief, but jacking off in the training room was strictly forbidden. The professional discipline staff wasn’t expected to become aroused. The burst of craving and power gushing through him marked the line between a Dom and a job. As a dominant, he needed his submissive, and he needed her now. If she were here, he’d fuck her regardless of the rules. The more he’d brought down the belt, the more he’d wanted it to be Syb in front of him. The more he’d wanted to hear her cries and know he was driving her to the pleasure she wanted, the more he’d understood why this was so important for both of them. The pleasure would take them both to another plane. Yet, he would never lose control as he’d feared for so long.
    The green light went on, and he moved the table to retrieve the flogger. Carefully, he weighed the instrument in his palm, finding the right grip. He closed his eyes as his whole body vibrated. Sweat coated his skin, but not from exertion. All he could think of was Syb.
    He returned the flogger to the table without taking a single stroke. Before he could rethink things or convince himself to wait until later, he left the room. Passing the surprised secretary, he headed for Syb’s workshop. They needed to talk, and he needed to hear her cries echoing off the cavernous workshop’s walls as he bent her over the desk. He’d thought of little else since he’d witnessed Peter pushing her down over that surface.
    Worked up over the idea, he rushed into the costume shop, only to find it dark with only dim security lighting casting shadows over her domain.
    “Syb,” he called, dread setting in his gut. The only time she’d ever closed up like this during the day was when she’d snuck away to have rendezvous with him. They’d had a private spot in the backroom where they’d fucked—sometimes daily on his breaks and between her clients.
    Surely, she wasn’t