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word was a long, dark purr. “Now stand behind the couch. Decide where you want Naya to kneel. She’ll look right at you as she takes every one of my blows.”
    Fuck, Daniel was hard. And so early. That hadn’t happened before either, not before Naya actually started crying out in relieved pain.
    But he went. Without even thinking about it. He’d reached a place where he wasn’t sure how or why he was playing along…but he definitely was.
    He stood behind the couch, midway between matching end tables. White leather stretched smooth beneath his hands. The supple material wouldn’t absorb wetness. Tiny salt trails would mark the path of Naya’s tears.
    If Remy could even get her there.
    It was a small doubt, but Daniel felt the need to prepare should this go wrong. Naya’s disappointment would far outweigh his own. He’d shaped a huge portion of their life around not disappointing Naya. She was the star he wanted to see rising in the sky.
    “It’s been a while for her,” he couldn’t help but say.
    Remy had his hand on Naya’s head again—not with an overabundance of affection. The move seemed absentminded, like touching a pet who butted up against his leg. “Is that an appeal to be merciful?” His smile was ferocious. “Or to go harder?”
    Daniel clenched the too-soft couch before lifting his shoulders in a shrug.
    “I thought not.” Remy pointed to the cushions in front of Daniel. “Pose, chère . You have your orders.”
    She did it automatically while infusing every movement with grace. Sexiness. Some might attribute it to her perfection as a dancer. Daniel knew better. She was more than a dancer. Brighter. More intense in her highs and lows and all the elegance of life in between.
    She didn’t falter when she got to the couch that separated her from Daniel. He’d become so wrapped up in watching her that he’d almost forgotten Remy. Almost.
    “That’s it. Kneel, Naya girl. I want you touching your man. Put your hands on top of Daniel’s. Then don’t move.”

Chapter Five
    Naya gripped Daniel’s hands and found the shine of his intense eyes. He’d never let anything happen to her. Protector and lover and best friend. He was six-foot-two and a former college rugby champion—a man of strength and resolve. Remy might not be what they expected, or what she needed. Fine. Daniel would throw him down the elevator shaft rather than let him do Naya real harm.
    Professional Dominas took the needs of their clients very seriously. A stranger, though? A male stranger? They should’ve thought each other out of their minds. Completely loco . Instead, Remy had given her the ultimate insurance policy by bringing Daniel into their play. She smiled and saw her anticipation reflected in his expression.
    Although the first strikes would hurt like hell, she had no fear. The pain was a barrier, something to overcome before the pleasure took over.
    The sound of the belt buckle settled in the primal place in her brain. Remy moved alongside her on the couch and used both hands to lift her T-shirt. Leather tickled her skin. She breathed deeply and centered herself. Daniel. Blue eyes.
    “Pretty skin, chère .” Remy petted light touches down her spine. “But we can’t have this bra clasp in the way. Only good pain, non ?”
    She nodded. “Yes, Sir. Good pain.”
    “There’s a girl.”
    Unfamiliar fingers deftly released the clasp of her bra. He pushed the silk and satin up until it bunched with the T-shirt. He didn’t strip her. Just a back and a belt. For modesty alone, she liked the oddly businesslike quality of the evening. He may as well have been one of the Dominas.
    Except, come morning, she would be working with this man. Dancing with him again.
    The leather brushed her ribs. She tightened her grip on Daniel’s untiring hands.
    A telltale whistle of air was her only warning. No more preparation. No more softness.
    The doubled-over belt struck her flat across the center of her back. She flinched and