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swinging.
    She’d put on her turquoise corset with floral panels,
highlighting her small waist and large chest. And she’d paired it with a cream
tutu, fishnet stockings and a pair of high heels most drag queens would be
jealous of.
    Whoever said that power came in a pair of stilettos was
definitely a woman.
    “I said yes. You’ve been asking me the same question for
months so surely you haven’t forgotten the request yet?”
    For a moment longer he stood a few steps away, posture
relaxed. Anyone else who cared to look at them across the bar probably saw what
he wanted them to see. The unruffled, self-possessed manner that he always
exuded with ease. But she saw the darkness he thought no one else noticed.
    Thankfully, the regulars probably thought they were having a
normal conversation. It wouldn’t be abnormal, since they were both employees.
Well, two employees in the private bar of The Library, a private BDSM club in
Arcadia, Kansas.
    Their conversation was as far from normal as most vanilla
people could get and he was as far from calm as she’d ever seen him in public.
    His ghostly eyes seemed to scan the room. He probably saw
the long bar with stools on one side, the mass of tables in the middle and the
booths around the far wall. He nodded to someone who she didn’t know and then
the distance between them disappeared as he stepped closer. His body heat
enveloped her and the tips of her breasts tingled as his muscled pectorals
brushed against them.
    Submission wasn’t just something she played at occasionally.
It was who she was inside and out. Eye contact was a thing of the past as he
towered over her and she automatically lowered her gaze. She knew what was
expected of her and she knew how to please a dominant man.
    “Look at me.” The directive snapped her to attention as she
locked onto his face once again. Her heart kicked into overdrive. His black
hair and tanned skin highlighted his intense gaze. She clenched her hands
together behind her back, automatically straightening her posture and
restraining herself from touching him without permission.
    “You aren’t going to hide from me in this, Jenna. Let’s be
one hundred percent clear. What exactly are you saying yes to?”
    He was normally a pretty fun-loving guy but dominance rolled
off him in waves and damn if that didn’t make her knees shake in a none-too-familiar
way.
    “I’ll agree to be your submissive and accept you as my Dom
for one night. I will give full control over to you and will obey you to the
best of my ability.”
    “Why?”
    Of all the nosy…
    Most guys would just say “Hot Damn” and tell her to get
naked. She had to pick the one guy that needed a reason behind it. ”What do you
mean why, Nick? You’ve been hounding me for months, telling me that you want to
play. So, I’m agreeing.” Honestly a night of no-holds-barred sex with a
dark-skinned, dark-haired, muscled ex-MMA fighter just didn’t sound all that
bad. It wasn’t like either of them was looking for a relationship. He just
wanted to take the edge off and she knew the club subs just weren’t giving him
what he needed. He was a bit more hardcore and held back. That wouldn’t be a
problem with her. She could take anything he dished out and if she could get
over her stupid hang-up on Ian McIntire in the process, then all the better.
Nick just didn’t need to know anything about that part.
    Oscar, the bartender tonight and her best guy friend, sidled
closer to the end of the bar they stood by. He wiped the counter down, as if
anyone believed he wasn’t just trying to hear what they were talking about. She
almost rolled her eyes.
    “A month,” Nick countered.
    Her heart thudded one last time in her chest before it
ground to a resounding halt.
    “ What ?”
    “You heard me.” He threw her words back at her and she
couldn’t even think enough for a snappy comeback. “You think I'm gonna lick
that sweet pussy once and fuck you for a few hours and have my