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Zoë swallowed hard as she took in the tube of lubricant he held in his other hand.
    “Turn around, bend over and grab your ankles,” he said. “I’m going to inspect your asshole.”
    Zoë didn’t react right away. Her body had frozen in place. Six million dollars, she reminded herself. Dylan was regarding her with an amused expression, one eyebrow cocked, as if waiting, even expecting, her to refuse.
    Accepting the silent challenge, Zoë dropped her arms, which tingled as the blood rushed back into them. Turning, she bent forward and gripped her ankles, glad he couldn’t see her face, which was now on fire.
    She jumped a little when his fingertip moved lightly along the cleft of her ass, but managed to keep hold of her ankles. His finger was withdrawn, but a moment later cold lubricant was smeared over her asshole. Stiffening, she gripped her ankles tighter.
    He moved closer behind her, reaching around her bent body with one arm to steady her as he pushed his finger gently but insistently past the tight ring of muscle at her entrance. “You’re very tight,” he observed, his tone clinical. He pushed the finger deeper inside her. “Are you an anal virgin?”
    “No...Sir,” Zoë managed between clenched teeth.
    “Good,” he said cryptically.
    His ungloved hand was curled around her hip to hold her in position. He slid it down between her legs, and when his fingers skimmed her labia, a shudder went through her loins and her legs felt suddenly weak.
    With his hard body pressed against hers from behind, he pushed a second gooey, gloved finger into her ass, his other hand strumming over her cunt. She began to tremble against him, losing her grip on her ankles, held upright only by his strong arms.
    “Oh,” she moaned. “Oh, oh, oh,” the single syllable keeping time to his moving hands, which were turning her to liquid fire.
    She was teetering on the edge of an orgasm, and desperate for the release. A welcome, dark twist of pleasure emanated from her core, and she groaned again, her body pulsating to his perfect touch.
    All at once, he let her go—the fingers withdrawn from her ass, his supporting arm falling away, his perfect touch yanked from her throbbing, sopping cunt.
    She stumbled forward, her hands flying out as she struggled to keep upright. “What? Wait, why?” she cried, frustration at the aborted climax rising like bile in her throat. She whirled around to face Dylan.
    He was calmly pulling the lubricated glove from his fingers. He met her wild stare with a calm, amused gaze. “You nearly came, didn’t you, Zoë?”
    Well, duh.
    “Why did you stop? I was so close!” The words tumbled out before she could stop them.
    His look darkened, the half smile falling away. Zoë brought her arms around her torso, chagrined and confused. Her cunt was pulsing with need, her limbs trembling. She wanted to hit him. She wanted to scream. Damn it, she wanted to come!
    “You forgot one of the rules, Zoë. That body is mine for the weekend, not yours. You are not to come unless or until I give you explicit permission. You’re lucky I stopped when I did, little girl. If you’d gone all the way without asking, I would have had to punish you.” He shook his head. “Clearly, you have very little self-control. One of the goals of a properly trained submissive is to control her own impulses—to subvert her immediate gratification in deference to her Master’s wishes.”
    Several retorts rose to Zoë’s lips, but she bit them back. Dylan was watching her. “What?” he said. “You have permission to speak freely for the moment. Tell me what just went through your mind.”
    Zoë pushed through the jumble of confusing emotions that were making it hard to think clearly. She wasn’t used to being so off-balance with a man. She had always prided herself on being the one in control, both professionally and personally. Damn Dylan Hart—since last night she had felt like she was walking through a fun house, the floor