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positioned each of D’s feet into the stirrups. The ankle straps came next, clinking as the Domina locked down on each side. Laurelle moved up, strapping in each of Dasha’s thighs, then securing a strap across her waist. A pair of thinner restraints went above and below her breasts, making those incredible mounds push up and out more. His own chest constricted, clamped again by those sensations he’d had out in the foyer. Those goddamn emotions, taking new pickaxes at the caverns of his heart. He swore inwardly, then dynamited the fuckers again.
    “Would you like to have the last honor?” Laurelle held out a pair of leather handcuffs joined by a double-sided latch. She finished by pulling another extension from the table, directly over Dasha’s head, a hearty steel rod with a fastener hook on top.
    David grinned, accepting the cuffs. Now this was familiar territory. Dasha’s muscles trembled as he brought up one of her arms, then the other. He knew she wanted to fight him, but he soothed out her rebellion by trailing kisses across her face as he snapped the bonds around her slender wrists. He held her gaze with his as he hooked her into place, exacting her final piece of trust. Words came to his throat. He let them spill out.
    “Thank you.”
    He brushed her breasts with his knuckles.
    “Thank you.”
    He ran an open palm down her stomach.
    “Thank you.” As he gave it to her the last time, he stepped between the stirrups, spread them wide, and locked them into place.
    From just outside the vortex of their bond, Laurelle hummed her approval. Then issued the words that officially began their flight as Dominant and submissive.
    “ Trés bien, mon ami. Shall we begin now?”
    He looked again to the tremulous face of the most special, incredible pet he’d ever known…or had. And watched the golden depths of her eyes go wide as Laurelle stepped between them with a long, gleaming shaving razor in her hand. And once more, forced his cock not to burst from need for the sweet grotto at his fingertips.

Chapter Five
    Dasha had been on the brink of protesting how they treated her like a pinned butterfly. That was before she actually felt like one.
    She’d barely been able to believe what she’d done already, but David had been at her side the whole time, his presence so different in his domination, yet so him at the same time. That perception got obliterated now, thanks to Laurelle and her long steel blade. Oh yeah, the straps made complete sense now. Every cell in her body screamed at her to take flight.
    All right, damn it. Not every cell.
    The exception to her terror was, horrifyingly, confined to one set of nerves, the ones now spread beneath the stares of the people who could move.
    “She has a lovely little pussy.” Laurelle said it with a surprising note of reverence. “So sweet and petite.”
    “Agreed.” David’s tone was tight. So was his face. No, she revised, not tight. Restrained. The look on his face was mesmerizing…because he was mesmerized with her. In giving him complete power, it was like he turned around and gave it right back to her. His eyes glittered with silver intensity now. He took a breath, long and labored, as he knifed his gaze up her body, deliberately lingering over every inch.
    Suddenly, she felt like the most beautiful butterfly on earth. If she was even on earth anymore. For now, the restraints on her body felt like hoists to heaven. Look at me like that forever, please.
    “All right,” Laurelle instructed, shoving at him. “Back with you now. Go sit and enjoy the show, Monsieur Dominante .”
    “David.” The protest spilled before she could stop it. She lurched against the straps for the first time—and truly discovered how little she could move. Her pulse calmed a little when he rose over her, sliding a hand to her cheek. She pressed her face into his touch, not caring how awkward she looked. “You’re not going far?”
    He stroked her cheek with a thumb. But his reply