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slightest tensing of his muscles told her how much he'd hate that. “Yes, I think I might. I think I might prove to you that you could enjoy being punished.” She palmed his ass, right where her strikes had heated his skin. “It would bother you, wouldn't it? Knowing that you got off on submitting to someone else's strength.”
    She trailed a finger down the crack of his ass, felt him clench. “Touchy, are we?” Featherlight strokes over his puckered opening made him clench harder and his shoulders heave. She leaned over him, brushed her lips across the small of his back.
    Fresh desire built in her core again at the contact. She couldn't remember the last time—if ever—that she'd been so ready again so soon.
    “You know, I've made straight men come while being fucked by another man. Perhaps I should treat you to the same experience. Syn? Is Jacob with a client? Trance, you'd be in for a treat. He has a big dick, and a big hand made for reach-arounds.”
    A low, controlled growl rattled Trance's hypertense body. “Is that a no? Because make no mistake, this is my show, and if I want Jacob to fuck you, he will.” Trance remained statue-still, but she got the feeling that she'd brought him to the absolute brink of tolerance. She wanted to push him to his limits, not break him, so she sighed in mock resignation. “Back to the spanking, but only because it will bring me more pleasure than watching someone else fuck you.”
    A knot of lust throbbed in her gut as she gave him several whacks, again and again, until his fine ass turned a lovely shade of pink. “More?” She reached beneath him, barely contained a gasp of approval at how hard he was. He might think he didn't enjoy being bound and at her mercy, but his cock said otherwise.
    Slowly, she stroked him, teaching him to associate pleasure with the burn of the spankings. Still, when she dared a peek at his face, this time a gasp escaped her.
    Fury and lust burned in his eyes, and she knew that if she let him go right now, he'd be inside her in half a second, and she'd know the meaning of rough and raw. Part of her wanted to release him, wanted to know what being taken—out of pleasure rather than violence—felt like. She was so tired of always being the one in charge. She was tired of these games. But what she wanted didn't matter. She couldn't know how the beast would react to being dominated like that. She couldn't risk changing in the middle of angry, rough sex. The beast would rip everyone in the club to pieces.
    “You aren't suitably subdued, boy,” she said. “So stubborn.”
    Tingling with anticipation, she selected a toy from the assortment of dildos hanging on the far wall. Syn fetched a bottle of lube, and Rik took her time slathering the clear gel on the crystal wand. Trance couldn't see what she was doing, but she sensed his growing anxiety. He wasn't afraid, though. She'd have smelled that, and she'd stop.
    Smiling, she introduced the tip of the wand to his anus.
    Trance went apeshit. His roar of rage was like a cold draft blowing through the room. The scent of his anger was so strong she tasted it on her tongue, a spicy, acrid burn.
    She watched his fingers for the safe gesture he'd chosen before undressing, but he didn't make it. Instead, he made fists and tried to break free of the stocks, his biceps bulging and straining. The crack of wood shocked her; he had to be incredibly strong.
    “Easy, boy,” she murmured, unable to contain her appreciation for his fire and strength. She quickly but gently pushed the dildo inside him while at the same time stroking his cock.
    His breath came in harsh pants, but his struggles eased as she thrust in and out with the wand, up and down with her hand. Her subs always liked this, but this man was no sub, and she doubted anyone had ever done this to him. If they had, it had been because he ordered it, but even then, she couldn't see him asking to be fucked with a dildo. No, alphas like him didn't want to be