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Niles stood there with a flogger in hand. His white shirtsleeves were turned back and he wore tailored trousers and stylish wingtip shoes. With his dark brown hair clipped in precise lines and the stern expression on his face, he was over six feet of pure dominant deliciousness.
    Although he’d recently given her two orgasms, her pussy throbbed with anticipation. Many times, Doms wanted her to play a role. She might be a maid who’d forgotten to polish a piece of silver, or a schoolgirl who hadn’t done her homework. She had a locker at the Den, stuffed with different outfits and shoes.
    She had a lot of duties—the uppermost was ensuring guests enjoyed themselves. Doms asked her to show their subs how to do certain tasks, and sometimes they just wanted to be served. She liked most of it. As with any job, there were days that sucked, times she felt tired and wanted to go home to the comforting craziness that greeted her.
    But Master Niles was different. He hadn’t been focused on himself—he’d concentrated his attentions on her, giving her what she wanted, perhaps because she’d been the one to suggest they scene. Over the years, she’d been with dozens of Doms, enough to know this man had no equal.
    With a flick of his wrist, he shook out the flogger. Brandy held her breath.
    He walked around her, re-checking the restraints, running his fingers across her shoulders to ensure nothing was hyperextended. She forced herself to breathe instead of demanding he get on with it.
    Stunning her, he wrapped his arms around her body, imprisoning her, one strong arm across her chest, the palm of his other hand pressing against her lower belly. The whip hung from one of his fingertips, the strands lying against her thigh. With the way she was tied and now held, she couldn’t move.
    Her senses swam as he lowered a hand to cup her left breast. His touch was masterful, and she surrendered to it…to him.
    He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, his touch exquisite and light. He came in closer, and she felt his erection against her. She smiled at the proof he was as turned on as she was.
    As he increased the pressure, he moved his other hand lower to cup her mound.
    “You’re so wet, Brandy,” he said.
    She closed her eyes so she could let herself go. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Tell me what you want.”
    “Rub my clit, Sir. Let me come.”
    “I might prefer that you don’t orgasm so I can keep you on edge.”
    “Of course, Sir.” She took a breath, a trick she’d learnt years ago at a class for new subs. It gave her a moment to sort through her thoughts and allowed her to not react without thinking. “Whatever pleases you, Master Niles.”
    Against her ear, he laughed. “You’re a terrible liar.”
    “Sir?” She opened her eyes and didn’t blink.
    “Your leg muscles tensed. If you were a poker player, we’d call that a tell . What just came out of your mouth is in conflict with what you want.”
    She froze. In less than half an hour together, this man had figured out her reactions, better than she knew them. Even she hadn’t realised she’d tightened her muscles.
    “Relax,” he urged. “I’ll let you know what I expect.”
    He moved two fingers between her labia, her dampness serving as the lubrication for him to glide across her most tender flesh.
    Because his touch was so compelling, she had no choice but to do as he said. As much as possible in the strict bondage, she surrendered to him, leaning back. “This is so sexy, Sir,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
    At first, he used the gentlest of motions. As she became moister, he began to rub her clit and press into her. She moaned, urging him on.
    For a few moments, he indulged her, continuing to manipulate her nipple while stroking her pussy. She pressed her toes into the ground. And the moment she began to moan, he dropped his hands, and she heard him take a step back.
    “Perfect,” he said.
    What? Her body vibrated with arousal. She sucked in a