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system? she wondered.
    She watched the Kansas City lights as they left town and drove to his swanky condo in Independence. Since it was gated, they had to wait until he’d put his pass key in before he could even drive through the gates. Once inside, they drove to his corner lot. He held her hand as they walked up to the door.
    Madi had decided while riding with him that his place would probably look like one of the dungeon rooms, that way he could torture any of his submissives at will. She was taken aback when they walked into an elegant room done in shades of brown. Her face must have given her away.
    “What’s wrong, Madison? Did you think I’d have a St. Andrew’s cross hanging in the middle of my living room?”
    He was laughing at her as she took in her surroundings. She didn’t hold it against him, though. She’d have to get used to men in this lifestyle, just in case she ever got into a relationship with a Dom.
    “Well, I guess I did.” Giggling nervously, she took in her surroundings. Dark leather furniture that was more for comfort than to make an interior design statement helped make the room look masculine. She heard the locking mechanism being clicked into place. Her eyes met his. There was silver fire blazing down at her.
    “Strip,” he demanded.
    Her chest began to shake as breathing became a little harder to accomplish. “You want me naked in here?” She looked nervously around the room, as if someone was going to come rushing out of the woodwork to see her.
    “You don’t want to make me strip you.” His arms folded across his chest as he watched her. “If I have to do it, you will not like your punishment.”
    She wasn’t too sure about that. Her pussy dampened at the mere thought that he might be willing to punish her some more. Licking her lips, she slowly slid her hands down to the buttons. I’ll mind him, but I’ll take my own sweet time in doing so, she thought with a smirky little grin.
    She gave him a seductive look—a smile that told him it was going to be a long, pleasurable night.
    “I’m going to have to teach you not to top me from the bottom. I can’t wait. And the longer you take, the more punishment I’m adding on.”
    “I think I can handle it.” She folded her blouse and placed it on the arm of the sofa before she bothered to unfasten her skirt and remove it as well. After making sure that her skirt was neatly set on top of the blouse, she removed her underthings, including the silk stockings and stilettos that she had worn. Now he really towered over her.
    “Come with me,” he ordered, holding out his hand. Hand in hand, they walked into his bedroom. He silently wished that she’d been here before so he could follow behind her and watch her ass as it swayed before him.
    “Stand right there.” As he closed the door, she noticed that there was, in fact, a St. Andrew’s cross in his bedroom as he moved the fabric covering that hid it from view. It seemed very ornate, iron that had been worked into intricate designs. There didn’t seem to be a whole lot of padding either.
    He was removing his shirt, shoes, and socks and went around lighting some red candles near the cross. There was also a shopping bag near it. She couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he had in there.
    “Madison?” Her eyes flew up to meet his.
    “Yes, sir?”
    “Do you remember what your safe word is?
    “Yes, sir.” When his eyebrows lifted in an obvious question, she returned, “Red.”
    “Good girl.” He moved her body until it was appropriately set in front of the cross. He raised and locked first one arm then the other in place, which made her literally hang there. Her feet could barely reach the floor, but that didn’t seem to matter either as he locked her ankles in place. Her pussy clenched as he looked at her all spread out before him.
    “You said that you were open to almost anything, correct?”
    “Yes, sir.” His fingers gently pulled on the hoops that pierced her