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immediately shushed. He’d let it slide, though; Andy was very good, but he wasn’t a damn saint, and John hadn’t let him come in nearly a week. No wonder he was excited.
    And John was excited too, make no mistake. He just needed to do this one thing first, and then Andy could have his full attention for as long as it took. Or rather, for as long as John wanted it to take.
    He grinned to himself as he opened up his web browser. Okay , Dr. Robin Lessing , time to give up your secrets. No vanilla lady talks about contracts that way , like it’s a completely normal word to use when you’re discussing your love life.
    But how to sniff her out?
    First instinct would be to check dating sites, kinky and non; after all, one of those was apparently the source of her troubles. She wouldn’t be using any sort of identifiable information about herself, which left him with early thirties, blonde, petite and a possible shoe fetish, a description that fit half of the women in L.A.—well, the ones brave enough to admit they could age past twenty-nine, at least.
    He still spent a few minutes scrolling through local KinkLife profiles, and not surprisingly, there were thousands of women that fit his search parameters. He doubted her profile would have a clear face pic to help him along either.
    That was all right. There were other avenues to pursue.
    He and Robin had lived together, after all. They were best friends. He knew her habits. Her vices. Her addiction to blogging.
    Back in college, she’d kept blogs for her various classes, detailing her fellow students and her professors. She’d had a shoe blog for a while. A book blog. She had a relatively widely read professional blog about her academic interests. She lived to document things, to discern patterns and make meanings. No way she wasn’t blogging about her adventures in kink.
    He stroked Andy’s nape as he brainstormed search terms, and good boy that he was, Andy didn’t make a sound, didn’t shift or twitch. John would have to wrap this up soon, though. It was already a little ethically suspect that he was doing this with a sub in the room; it would cross the line into downright unacceptable if it caused Andy undue strain.
    So figure it out.
    He opened the search engine. Typed “L.A.” Paused. Added “domme.” Thought back on their conversation today and smiled. Typed in “oargasm.”
    Hit search.
    No meaningful results, only a string of semiliterate porn sites. Not the oargasms he was looking for.
    Maybe she didn’t have a blog. Or she hadn’t posted about oargasm guy.
    Or...
    John’s heart sped up in his chest, his cock swelling in his jeans. He selected domme and hit the delete button. Filled in the new term, this one charged with a meaning that by its very nature made his stomach twist and his mouth go dry. He couldn’t help his physical reaction, that was just the way he was wired. It had nothing to do with Robin, absolutely nothing, and he reminded himself of that several more times as his finger hovered over the button.
    L.A. + oargasm + submissive . He hit search.
    First result: ThePickySubmissive.blogplace.com . He clicked through. Scrolled down the page, skimming through the most recent posts.
    Oh, it was Robin, all right. No identifying information, but he didn’t need it; the writing style had her name all over it.
    Now that he’d found her, what to do with that information? He hadn’t thought that far ahead. Hadn’t really thought about what he was doing at all.
    He shut his laptop, picked it up off Andy’s back and set it to the side. He shook his head to help shift gears, then cleared his sticky throat and said, “Very good, boy. You can kneel up again now.”
    Andy slowly raised himself, rolling his shoulders as he stared up at John adoringly with his blue, blue eyes.
    John took him by his drool-wet chin. “I have to say, you make an excellent table. The real question is, how good of a cocksucker are you?
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    When Robin stood in line to