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you.”
    “That’s what I wanted to hear. You’ve earned this.” He fucked her harder, moved his hand faster. “Come for me.”
    And Layla did. Her body convulsed. She screamed, but they weren’t screams of pain.
    Murphy kept reaming her until her body went completely slack. He slowed, leaning over her to place a tender kiss on her back. He pulled out and bent down, releasing the spreader bar from between her ankles. After pulling up his pants, he crouched in front of her and cradled her face in his hands. Wiping her tears, murmuring to her, smoothing her tangled hair from her face, kissing her with tenderness and fire. He unhooked her restraints and scooped her into his arms, kissing the top of her head as he carried her into a private room and shut the door.
    Watchers started to scatter.
    His sub had craned her head to look at the closed door, so Ben couldn’t read her eyes.
    When he placed an openmouthed kiss on her shoulder, she tried to get free from him. “Hey now. Easy.”
    “I can’t… I never…God. That was… I have to…”
    Then his sub raced down the hallway like the hounds of hell nipped at her heels.

Chapter Six
    Ben caught up with her in front of room four. “Whoa. Where you goin’?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Talk to me.”
    “I can’t. Not here.”
    He herded her into the room.
    Immediately she retreated to a corner and sent off don’t-touch-me vibes.
    This isn’t the first time you’ve dealt with a skittish sub.
    “Angel? Are you upset about the scene with Murphy and Layla?”
    “Not upset. It horrified me. I can’t believe I stood there and watched him whip her. She tried to explain to me why the hurting stuff was part of their life, and I thought I understood, but obviously I didn’t.”
    Ben didn’t remind her everything was consensual. He just watched her pace as her mind raced.
    “But no one around me was horrified. So when Murphy finished whipping her and switched to the paddle, it didn’t seem as horrible. Mostly because I saw the change in Layla’s body language. And it wasn’t like Murphy noticed it too; it was like Murphy had caused the change in her. And each time that paddle connected, I could almost feel her calmness and bliss floating over me.”
    Sweet sub, you really are starting to get it.
    “But Murphy didn’t use sex for shock value for the people watching. He used it because Layla needed it. And I’ll admit it was pretty hot watching him, especially with two…” she gestured distractedly, “you know. I’ve never believed a woman could scream from an orgasm. But it wasn’t like a porn scream, it was a you touched my soul type scream.”
    She stopped by the door with her hands clenched at her sides, her eyes closed. “But when Murphy knelt in front of her, the gratitude, love and admiration in his eyes for Layla was far from horrifying. It was beautiful. And I never would’ve believed any of this if I hadn’t seen it firsthand. If they hadn’t let me be a part of something so intensely personal for them.”
    Ben had known Angel was smart, but that didn’t guarantee she’d be intuitive. It also didn’t guarantee she truly knew what she wanted. He waited for her to regain her balance. The longer he waited the more he realized her epiphany wasn’t making her happy. In fact, she seemed to have closed herself off from him again.
    He crowded her against the door, relying on the power of his voice, not his body, to keep her in place. “Talk to me.”
    Her haunted hazel eyes burned with indecision.
    “Is there something else about Murphy and Layla’s scene that’s bothering you?”
    “Yes. No.” Her gaze fell to his chest. “It’s something I realized about myself while watching it.”
    “What?” Ben expected loss of eye contact would encourage her to speak openly, but she remained mute. “Answer me.”
    Her voice was barely a whisper. “I can’t ask you.”
    “Can’t ask me to do what? Fuck you? Whip you?”
    “I don’t want to be