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her. It was the way he had
taken to the lifestyle, accepting the pain she gave him, following orders. If
ever a man had been tailor-made to be a submissive, it was this one. When he
finished dressing, he assumed the submissive stance without being told.
    As a reward for herself as much as for him, she went to him
and lifting his chin with a finger, gave him a chaste kiss. At least, she’d
intended to give only a small sign of approval. His strong, warm lips parted
and followed her when she withdrew, pulling her back in. She slanted her head
to accept his invitation because God, she had missed this simple comfort. It
was effortless to slip her tongue inside his mouth and taste his heat. Her
sated and sleepy clit woke up, ready to tackle the hard, straining bulge that
stood mere inches away. It would take nothing to lean just a bit farther
forward and clasp his hot body to her own.
    Too soon. She was doing what she always did, jumping in with
both feet. She didn’t know this man, couldn’t know what kind of sub he’d make
with such a short session under their belts. If she had learned nothing else
from Tom it was to take things slow and build up the intimacy before giving too
much of herself. Reluctantly, she released his mouth and stepped back. The
disappointed look on his face tugged at her heart and made her smile.
    “That’s enough for one night,” she said sternly.
    “If you say so, Mistress.” He clearly wasn’t convinced, but
then he didn’t need to be. It was her job to make the decisions.
    “I do,” she replied. Giving the room a once over to make
sure it was as clean as when they had come in, she turned and walked out. She
smiled and said goodbye to Dru who hovered by the front door, a Cheshire Cat
grin on her face. The bouncer held the door open for them, wearing a similar
expression. It lifted Juliette’s spirits even more to know others had witnessed
her successful comeback into the lifestyle.
    The September night was nice and cool. Few people were
hanging about this part of Boston on a Sunday. She stopped at the curb and
looked at Trey. He joined her, still holding his submissive pose. It spoke well
of him that he was able to keep his role even in the “real” world. But play
time was over and he wasn’t hers permanently, so she released him from his
obligation.
    “You don’t have to submit any more tonight,” she informed
him, although she hated to stop. When he raised his eyes to hers, she forgot
her disappointment. She almost forgot her name. Inside the club, she hadn’t
noticed his sexy hazel eyes much because she had been so intent on making him
submit. Now they pinned her, made her heart stutter. They told her he wanted
her, he needed her. She stepped back to ease the intensity of his gaze.
    “Well, it’s late. Did you drive?” That was it, keep it
mundane, ignore the fire his look had started deep in her belly.
    He blinked a few times before answering. “Yes, I’m parked a
few blocks that way,” he said pointing behind him.
    “Oh, well, I’m in a lot this way.” She pointed in the
opposite direction.
    “I’ll walk you to your car.”
    “Thanks, but it won’t be necessary.” The night wasn’t quite
as cool anymore and if she didn’t distance herself from this man, she might
become the first verified case of spontaneous human combustion.
    Trey shook his head. “Sorry, but it is. This is no place for
a woman to walk alone at night. Shall we?” He gestured her forward, one hand
hovering near her back as if to steer her down the sidewalk. It was that
possessive yet gentlemanly way men had of helping a woman along. The Domme in
her bristled at his manner. The primitive part of her, though, melted at the
gesture. Besides he was right, she’d be stupid to refuse the escort.
    They walked in silence the couple of blocks to the little,
mostly empty lot where she had left her car. Taking keys from her pocket, she
unlocked the door and slid inside the driver’s seat. Trey stood by