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Katie jerked as if feeling it herself. She wished she was on that table. Wished she was the sub he was using the whip on.
    Moisture soaked her panties and her nipples swelled almost to bursting. If only he knew.
    From the first moment she’d walked into the clubs in Atlanta, the very eroticism of the BDSM had drawn her in a way she’d never thought possible. Over the years, she had given into the fascination and experimented, but never with clients of the clubs where she worked. She met people at munches she attended, but then on her computer researched and vetted them before allowing herself to be drawn into a relationship.
    Her research had paid off, the information drawing her like a moth to a flame. She often worried that she was becoming a BDSM junkie. That it would interfere with her public persona, which was strong and self-assured. But that had never happened. The one time she’d sensed it creeping in, she was smart enough to walk away from the relationship.
    She’d been with a total of four Doms, three of them very skilled. Her first master had trained her in the ways of a submissive, and she’d soaked it all up like a sponge. Most of her subsequent relationships had been fulfilling and emotionally satisfying.
    Only the last one…he’d reminded her so much of Reece.
    More than any of the others. So much so that she’d been fooled, finally wrenching herself away from the relationship with her inner self in shreds and tatters. She had never felt for any of them what she still felt for Reece Halliday, but deep inside she began to wonder if Reece would be that kind of Dom, so controlling that she became nothing but an extension of him. That fear hung around the edges of her mind, like a bee buzzing at a honeysuckle bush.
    Still, watching him tonight, she knew she was willing to risk it because even after all this time and all that had happened, he was the one she wanted.
    Whip me, Reece. Strap me to that table.
    She watched him kiss the reddened skin, and she wanted it to be her skin his mouth was on. When he squeezed lube onto his forefinger, spread his sub’s buttocks and worked his way into her ass, she clenched her own cheeks, hungry for the feel of his finger there. One hand stole beneath the hem of her short dress and into her wet panties, seeking her aching clit.
    Her fingers stroked her hot nub slowly as she watched Reece light a long red taper and hold it over India until the wax began to trickle down the sides. Then, like an artist painting on a canvas, he dripped it onto her back in lines matching the stripes on her buttocks, a careful zigzag. Katie was fascinated. None of her Masters had been into wax play, but she’d heard many subs rave about the sensation of the warm wax on their bodies and the heat it generated in their cunts.
    She stopped caressing her body as Reece finished creating his design. She watched as his hand slipped between India’s thighs to her pussy. When he withdrew his fingers, they must have been wet because he took his time licking them, his swollen cock flexing in response. What he did next had Katie’s fingers moving again, faster, faster, stroking, pulling.
    Separating the cheeks of India’s ass, he settled the candle in her anus, balancing it so it didn’t topple and burn her.
    And then, and then…
    And then he removed the fake penis from her mouth and slid his own between her lips. Restrained as she was, India didn’t have much room for movement, so Reece held her head between his large palms and fucked her mouth while the flame of the candle danced in the air.
    Oh, my god!
    Reece’s big body tensed, then jerked again and again as he spurted into his sub’s mouth. At that moment, Katie raked her nail across her clit and shoved two fingers into her wet channel as she brought herself to climax. When she was finished, she closed the privacy panel and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, feeling the heat on her face.
    I have to pull myself together.
    Easier said