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pace and get accustomed to being led. No one paid attention to them as they moved through the main level of the luxurious mountain retreat.
    At the top of the stairs, he gave the leash some slack. He descended slowly, and she appreciated his thoughtfulness.
    The main room of the house’s dungeon also had a number of people gathered around. A kneeling sub was attached to a ring on the wall. A couple waited for beverages in front of the bar, and servers moved through the space, carrying bottles of water and more trays filled with delicacies.
    Master Damien walked over to talk to them. “I see Maggie has agreed to play with you.”
    The house owner looked at her, rather than David. She knew Master Damien was checking on her, giving her an out. “I did, Sir,” she told him.
    “He’ll make you cry,” Master Damien warned.
    She hazarded a quick glance at her Dom for the evening.
    David shrugged. “It has happened once or twice.”
    “As you know, Sir,” she said to Master Damien, “I don’t cry.”
    “I’m afraid you might have just issued a challenge,” Master Damien said with a quick grin.
    This man was an enigma to her. Although she saw him every time she came to the Den, she knew very little about him. Sometimes he wore a suit, other times he was much more casual in jeans and a T-shirt. Tonight he wore slacks and a black lightweight sweater.
    On occasion, she’d seen him with his hair pulled back and secured with a thin strip of leather. Tonight it was loose, with the ends curled against his collar.
    Rumours about him were rampant. The only thing people were pretty sure about was the fact he lived in seclusion. She’d heard he had another job and spent some time at the Den, but didn’t call it home. Everything beyond that was wild speculation. He’d either had a sub who’d shattered his soul or he was heartless to begin with and had never allowed anyone close.
    All she knew was that she appreciated the way he ran the house. Nothing happened here without Gregorio or Master Damien knowing about it. Some of the playrooms had an exposed wall in case the players wanted to be seen. Other places had doors for privacy, but even then, there were windows so that someone could periodically check on the sub’s safety.
    To her knowledge, no one had ever witnessed Master Damien participating in a scene. Maggie knew she wasn’t the only one who’d wanted to play with him.
    “Is there a private room available?” David asked.
    “First door on the right.”
    David wound up the leash again, bringing her in close. “I’d like you to keep your hands behind your back,” he reminded her.
    She immediately did as requested, but he continued to regard her. “Yes, Mr Tomlinson,” she said. While she was accustomed to having Master Damien look in on her scenes, being corrected in front of him embarrassed her. She looked at the floor, wishing it would open up so she could disappear.
    “Let me know if you need anything,” Master Damien said.
    “Thank you,” David replied, answering for both of them.
    She felt a tug on her leash. It had the effect of yanking her out of her musings and refocusing her on her submission. She forgot about herself and her feelings as she followed him down the hallway.
    Once he had led her to the room and the reality of what they were about to do set in, the first tendrils of nerves rippled through her.
    From her numerous visits, the room was familiar. Each of the play spaces had similarities—they were all stocked with cuffs and various spanking implements. But each room also catered to a different form of play. This one had a table that resembled something out of a doctor’s office, but not exactly. There appeared to be a cradle for her head, so that she could safely be situated facedown. In that way, it looked more like something a massage therapist would use.
    Like a table in a doctor’s office, it had a small shelf that could be slid back, leaving her bottom hanging suspended. How much