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  When she finally came to, however long it was, he had the stockade and her ankles unlocked, the chains gone. He lifted the lid.

  “Come on, baby, I need you to lift up for me.”

  His words took forever to sink in. She reluctantly lifted her heavy head. Free of the opening, her still trembling body gave out, unable to bear her weight. Sagging back against his strong chest, a sigh escaped as the leather straps of the gag fell, freeing her tense, aching jaw. Rolling her jaw around to work out some of the stiffness, the tingles lessened.

  He carefully lifted her into his arms, kissing her forehead as she settled against his chest. It felt right as he murmured his sweet praises while carrying her through the clapping crowd to an empty room.

  Once they got into the private room, he laid her down, situating her in the middle of the oversized four-poster bed that took up most of the room. Watching him through the euphoric haze still surrounding her, she saw him go into the adjacent bathroom. She vaguely heard the running water. Connor walked back into the room after however long he was in there to sit down on the side of the bed beside her. Cool washcloth in hand, he made quick work of cleaning her sweat-slicked body. Heavy perspiration covered most of her sated limbs.

  Parting her legs with his free hand, he ran the moist cloth up and down her tender folds. Shivering at the touch, she hissed as he held her open, continuing his thorough cleansing.

  He tossed the washcloth on the floor when he was satisfied with his efforts, slipping in bed with her. Rolling her limp body over toward him, he cradled her in his strong arms. Syd snuggled into his embrace, reveling in his warmth as her body continued to relax. Her eyes slowly began to close, her energy depleted.

  “You were beautiful, absolutely beautiful,” he praised softly, kissing her temple. That was the last thing she remembered as sleep took her under.

  ****

  Blinking a few times, Connor opened his eyes and was met with almost total darkness. The only exception was a small shimmer of light that peeked from beneath one of the doors to the room. Wiping away the sleep from his eyes, yawning, he went to move and was unable to. Resting curled up on his forearm was a disheveled pile of thick, wavy, auburn hair...Sydney's hair.

  He must have fallen asleep holding her and she had allowed him to do so, which he knew to be rare for her. Connor had observed many of Syd’s scenes closely, ensuring everything that happened was consensual and safe. Who was he kidding? He made sure he was present, hiding in the shadows, because he could never keep his eyes off the compelling beauty. She flourished under command, submitting with such elegance. Once the scene was finished, Syd was always attended to. No matter what happened, the submissives in the club were given the proper after care. If the Dom was unwilling or unable to provide it, there was always another to offer the services required.

  Sydney was always well cared for, but when she returned to the right state of mind and was coherent enough to stay on her own, she always collected her belongings, cleaned herself up, and left promptly. Never had she shared a bed with any of the Doms she worked with. She stayed in their company no more than an hour or so before she was ready to run. But here she was, fast asleep next to him, curled up in his embrace. Heaven.

  Chapter Four

  After waking up the following morning utterly content, Syd rushed home to prepare for work, happier than she had been in a long time. Gathering up all the files needed for the life-changing meeting happening in less than an hour, she piled everything in her lucky messenger bag. That lucky bag was given to her as a graduation gift from her father the day she finished college and was one of her cherished possessions.

  Blinking back the tears that threatened to spill and smudge her mascara beyond repair, she pushed away the memory. It had been a few years since his passing—due to prostate cancer that was diagnosed too late—but it was still a fresh wound to her heart. A daddy’s girl to the core, it still rubbed her raw thinking about the only man in her life that had ever truly mattered to her. She missed him terribly and always would.

  Shaking off the unwanted melancholy, Syd finished packing the bag, snapping the worn silver buckle in place to hold it closed. As ready as she would ever be, she locked up the house and jumped in her new sleek black Audi. Checking herself in the mirror, she took in a deep breath to calm the sudden butterflies stirring in her abdomen, and exhaled roughly.

  “Alright, time for your new life to begin, Sydney. You worked so hard to get here, don’t chicken out now.”

  After her little pep talk to herself, she inserted the key in the ignition and turned the engine over. Glancing in the rear view mirror, she cautiously inched out of the driveway. It was now or never, and she was completely prepared, all details buttoned up in a way that she knew would impress her superiors.

  Arriving at work, she felt as though she’d slammed into a brick wall. The warm glow from the day was gone, crushed by the unimaginable news she received the moment she entered the office building. One of her co-workers, Steven Walker, had taken it upon himself to steal the credit for the project she spent weeks putting together in hopes of getting the promotion she had wanted for years. Being an accountant wasn't exactly the most exciting job, but it was something she excelled at. Syd took a lot of pride in her work, and for that pretentious bastard to stake claim on her efforts and steal the promotion right from under her was her breaking point.

  When the job stealer—yes, that was his new name, since she was too furious to call him anything else—walked in her office, she bolted out of her chair, getting right in his face.

  “How dare you hand in my work as your own?” She poked him in the chest with a pointed finger, forcing him to take a step back.

  Steven looked over his shoulder, seeking to see if anyone was listening. Turning back with a grin on his face, he lowered his voice so only she could hear, and replied, “Thanks for helping me get that promotion, doll.” He winked, stepping closer into her personal space. Bastard. Her fists clenched and unclenched at her sides as he continued. “Now we both know all I had to do was command you to give it to me anyway and you would have dropped down on those knees of yours and handed it over. I just saved you a step.”

  Her mouth actually dropped open at his bold words. He knew. How the hell did he know she was a submissive? She rarely spoke to anyone in the office other than her best friend, Tonya, who was also a submissive. She knew Tonya would never have said anything regarding such a personal and private a topic to anyone. Her best friend was also very protective about her personal life, and wanted to keep that aspect of it out of office gossip as much as Syd did, maybe even more. Syd decided to play dumb to draw out in detail what he thought he knew. “What are you talking about?” she asked.

  There were only a few inches separating them. “I've seen you at Paradise.”

  Her heart sank in a rush, settling in her stomach. Shuffling through her memories, she couldn't recall ever seeing him in a scene or roaming around the various areas that members frequented.

  “I can see that mind of yours working overtime right now, pet. I normally like to play in the private quarters, but there have been a few occasions where I’ve ventured out into the open areas and enjoyed seeing you during one of your public sessions.” He ran the back of his hands over the front of her shirt, skimming over one of her unexpectedly hard nipples.

  Sucking in a shaky breath, she was completely mortified. Not at the fact that he apparently was a Dom there, but that he had known this entire time what her extracurricular activities were and what type of lifestyle she led. So much for keeping her personal life out of the office. “How long have you known?” she managed to ask, only a decibel or two above a whisper.

  “Hmm, how long?” He tapped his chin in mock thought. “I've known you were a member for about three or four months now. And since you have so graciously helped me in getting that promotion, I would say it's time you allow me to be your Dom and join me in my private room from now on.” Bending his six-foot-plus frame down
, his face was so close to hers a piece of paper was the only thing that could fit between them. “And I think we will start tonight. Do you understand, pet?”

  He leaned in to kiss her, and she snapped. Pushing him back to get enough room to move, she lifted her tightly clenched hand up and swung it forward, connecting with the arrogant bastard's cheek.

  Grabbing his jaw, Steven stumbled back a few steps until he caught his balance. As he looked up at her, the shock of what she had just done to him was written all over his face.

  “Let me tell you something, you egotistical prick. I will be going to the management board of the company with all the proof that it was me who did the work on that project, not you.” She walked over to her desk to grab her purse off the side table. “And in the club, I choose who I will submit to. You see this?” She pointed to her bare neck. “No collar. I'm not yours and never will be. I'm not anyone's, so don't for one minute think you can tell me what to do or place any demands on me. Ever!” Stepping around him, she snatched her jacket off of the back of the door. The look he had on his face was priceless as she opened the door wide enough for her to step through. “And if you try that shit again, I will let Master Connor know, and I'm sure he will personally see to it that a bully like you is thrown out on your ass.”

  With that, she walked out the door, closing it behind her, not even bothering to look back. The only thought on her mind was getting in touch with the board members to let them know what the thieving bastard had done and to prove to them it was she who had done the work and deserved the promotion. No more shy mouse in the office.

  Chapter Five

  Ecstatic didn’t even begin to cover how she felt. After tracking down every single member of her firm’s Board of Directors, she explained the unfortunate events that came to light that morning. Her co-worker’s betrayal and thievery of work was clearly outlined and easily proven. After she handed over all post-dated emails and documents printed from her computer, they had all the evidence needed to terminate the bastard, effective immediately.

  He was escorted from the property by a pair of security guards, and the icy, bitter look he cast her way as he passed her in the hall normally would have made her cower, but his actions hardened her resolve. In return, she smirked, wiggling her fingers.

  Finishing the remainder of her day by moving her personal belongings to the new office she was assigned to, she clocked out, ready to get on with her evening. It was Friday night and all her plans involved basking in Paradise.

  ****

  Not surprised that a parking space would be a pain in the ass to find on a Friday evening, Sydney circled round and round until spotting an empty slot near the back of the dimly lit lot. Shifting the gear into park, she glanced around the parking area. Empty. Everyone was already inside.

  I wonder if Connor is here, she thought to herself as she reached across the vinyl seat to retrieve her hand bag. Dropping it back down with a groan, she closed her eyes as images of the night before filled her mind. For the first time since becoming a member, he had taken her, roughly and possessively. Her pussy clenched at the memory, thoroughly drenching her black, lacy thong that she wished she’d left at home.

  Reaching between her thighs to see how damp the thin covering was, she ran the tip of her finger over it. “Fuck!” she cursed as her stomach clenched. A lick of heat started a sizzling trail lower, settling right at her core. Biting her lip, her eyes darted around the lot again, checking to see if any stragglers were still hanging around. In the middle of the night, the area was kind of creepy, even with the fluorescent lights illuminating the main building from all directions. Lucky for her, where the cars were lined up was shaded a bit. With no one in sight, she was grateful for the cover. Boldly, she slid the thong to the side, exposing her freshly shaved sex.

  Syd’s eyes drifted closed as she rested her head back, supported by the padded cushion. She visualized that the fingers parting the slippery folds beneath her elevated skirt belonged to Master Connor. Deliberately taking his time to open her wide, two fingers easily drove deep, enticing a strangled cry from her throat. Panting, she curled her fingers upward, finding the spot that would send her over the edge. Now wasn’t the right time to draw out the fantasy that was urging her uncharacteristic behavior. In the confines of the club, this act was a regular thing. Voyeurs were nothing new to her, but outside in the real world where people unfamiliar with the lifestyle could see what she was doing—major turn on.

  Leisurely stroking her velvety flesh, she teased herself the way she imagined Connor would. Two slender digits lined at her slick entrance, sliding gently along without hindrance until knuckles bumped her clit. The tiny nub had a heartbeat of its own, beating in rhythm with hers as her fingers began to rise and fall, increasing in speed with each deep penetration.

  Her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath. Lowering her thin top, she took one nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling the bud clockwise then back around. Tugging hard enough to lift her breast from her ribs, she moaned, the sound echoing throughout the quiet car. At a point of not giving a shit if anyone caught her, she twisted the hardening nub the same moment she curled her fingers and pressed them over the small bundle of nerves, setting herself off like a rocket.

  Hearing Connor’s voice giving permission in the little fantasy she’d concocted, every muscle in her body tightened as her release tore through her system, sending jolts of pure heat all the way to her toes. Pumping her fingers until the last minute tremor shook her slender form, she slowly pulled them free, a small growl vibrating in her throat at the loss. Searching through the glove box for a spare napkin, she cleaned her wet fingers. Sated for the moment, Syd adjusted her blouse, covering up her bare chest. Untying the silky ribbons on the sides of the thong to remove the drenched fabric, she tossed the tiny lace garment in the back seat.

  Peeking in the mirror brought to her attention the noticeable pink flush running from her upper chest to her cheeks, giving her a beautiful glow. Is that what people saw when she came? Amazing. For the first time, she felt as though others viewed her as a beautiful woman. Tossing the napkin in the ashtray that was never used, she picked up the forgotten clutch and opened the driver’s side door. That unexpected interlude was only an appetizer for the evening. She was in need of a lot more and she was headed in to find just that.

  Chapter Six

  Stomping into the security room after being called by one of his men to view something, Connor burst through the door. “What the fuck is it?” he bellowed. He’d started the evening out in decent mood. Expecting Sydney to stroll in at her usual time, his mood drastically changed after that time came and went without so much as a word. Afraid the previous night perhaps scared her off had his stomach in knots.

  Five men’s eyes stayed glued to one of the monitors as his head security guard turned around to address him. Greg was the one who’d called for him.

  “Err, boss? Remember how you had us on lookout for Ms. Carter?”

  Connor’s heart dropped. “Of course. What’s wrong?” His voice held a slight sound of panic. It didn’t matter. The grim look on the man’s face worried him more then he cared to admit.

  Pointing to the crowded monitor with a shaky finger, his guard wearily continued “You may want to take a look at this, sir.”

  Pushing everyone aside, his mouth actually fell open in shock. Right there on the zoomed in screen was Sydney in her car, pleasuring herself. Head thrown back in ecstasy, one leg opened wide enough for her to drape it over the gearshift on the center console, Sydney was a wanton vision of beauty. Only one hand was visible to the screen, and it was busy fondling one of her succulent nipples. His mouth watered. One of the men grunted as she tugged her breast forward.

  Whipping his head around, he addressed the voyeurs, punctuating each word as he yelled, “Get. The. Fuck. Out!”

  Being part of his staff for many years, they all thankfully knew when to keep their mouths shut, and as a group, scurried from the
room, leaving him alone. Turning his attention back to the screen, he watched mesmerized as she worked to bring herself to completion. Fuck! What he wouldn’t give to be there right now and do it for her. Make her mindless with desire and have her scream his name. Only his name. On cue, the front of his pants grew tight, the fabric looking like he was pitching a fucking tent.

  Watching as her tantalizing lips formed an “Oh,” one of his flexing hands skimmed down his stiff erection, rubbing against the zipper holding it hostage. Yanking open his trousers, he pulled himself free as he pushed at his pants until they were mid-thigh.

  Wrapping his thick, meaty fingers around the base of his throbbing cock, he roughly stroked upward to the tip, squeezing a drip of pre-cum onto the floor. Folding over, he growled, slamming his free hand down on the desk, eyes fixed on Sydney. Pumping up and down, increasing the pace, he stroked like a mad man. She was the only person that ever made him lose his iron control, and he did so whenever she was around. Normally cool and collected, he was known for his control in any situation. So far, in the past two days alone, she’d managed to crack a hole in the complex wall he constructed—tiny spider web indentures fanning out, threatening to tear down the entire damn thing.

  One of her slender shoulders shook and he knew without a doubt she was coming. Eyes locked, he was fascinated as the vibrations animated her torso, spreading from one limb to the other. The familiar cramp signaling his own climax made its way down the base of his spine, sending sparks of electricity straight to his pulsing cock and making him erupt like a volcano. The back of his head rested between his bunched shoulder blades as he exploded. Thick rivulets of his release spurted down his clenched fist, spraying across the desk top, including the keyboard.