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But she didn’t respond;
     she just gave him a matching whip kiss on the inside of his other thigh.
    Dex hissed—a sound of pain tinged with pleasure.
    When the Domme walked behind Dex and delivered two strikes to the backs of his legs,
     Knox studied her. Her hair might be real, but he doubted it. And then there was the
     mask that covered her face.
    She grabbed Dex by the hair and pulled his head back so she could speak directly into
     his ear.
    He nodded and squirmed when she coiled the whip around his calf with a flick of her
     wrist and dragged it up. Then she did the same thing on the other side. She reached
     between his legs and released the cock restraint.
    His relief was short-lived when she snapped two hard strikes on his inner thighs and
     followed through with two more hard strikes on his balls. He immediately started to
     come, and the Domme used the handle of the whip like a riding crop, connecting with
     the marks on his inner thighs as he shot his load into the air.
    When he slumped against the chains, the crowd thinned.
    But Knox remained in place, watching the Domme bring her sub down to earth with whispered
     words and gentle touches on his chest and back.
    And Dex looked at her adoringly.
Dex
. The submissive the Dommes always complained about because he tried to top from below.
    When the blond Domme circled Dex and came to stand in front of him, Knox had a niggling
     sense of familiarity. When shestood on tiptoe to release Dex’s arms from the cuffs, her identity hit him with the
     force of a spinning back fist to the head.
    He knew that biteable ass.
    He knew she struggled to reach items in the storeroom because she was so short.
    When she turned her head, Knox groaned.
    He knew those fucking luscious lips too.
    In the past eight months he’d fantasized way too many times about taking that sassy
     mouth in a dozen different ways. And he almost had last night.
    Knox watched the rest of the scene unfold. After she freed Dex from his wrist and
     ankle restraints, she sat him in a chair and draped a blanket around him. She handed
     him a bottle of water, and when he was too shaky to drink, she helped hold it to his
     mouth.
    This wasn’t her first time dealing with a submissive’s aftercare.
    As if her expertise with a whip wasn’t already a sign she was no amateur playing a
     role.
    But fuck him.
    Shiori Hirano was a Domme.
    A fucking
Domme
.
    He shook his head to clear it and watched as Dex dropped to his knees in front of
     her. He wrapped one arm around her shin and looked up at her beseechingly.
    She petted his hair and spoke so softly Knox couldn’t hear. But whatever she’d said
     had pleased Dex, and he stood, clutching the blanket around his naked form before
     he wandered off.
    Leaving the two of them alone.
    From the shadows he said, “I like you as a platinum blonde, She-Cat.”
    She turned around slowly, her gaze zeroing in on him even in the shadows. She said
     nothing as she sauntered forward, her carriage as purposeful as it was in the dojo,
     but her hips held an enticing swayhe’d never seen before. She kept hold of the whip, flicking it with annoyance like
     a cat with a twitchy tail.
    Too late he realized she’d cornered him completely.
    “Well, well, Godan, if this isn’t an unexpected treat, running into you at my new
     club.”
    His eyes narrowed. “Your new club? You’re a member here now?”
    “Full-fledged.” She ran her whip up the outside of his thigh to his hip. “Identity
     verified and dues paid.”
    “How long have you been a Domme?”
    “How long have you been a member?” she countered.
    “As long as I’ve known Ronin. Your turn, She—”
    She pressed the whip handle against his lips. “Ah-ah. The name is Mistress B. Understand?”
    He nodded.
    “I’ve been a Domme for three years. I tried out two other clubs in Denver before this
     one. Neither worked out for me.”
    “Does Ronin know?”
    “That I’m a Domme? No. So he’d have no reason to