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audience. Kneeling in front of her, he kept the strap in his hand so there would be no doubt where things were headed. Pulling her face up to his, Brandt didn’t get a chance to ask if she knew what she’d done wrong. “I’m sorry. I know I was supposed to watch you. But I was scared when you were looking to the side for so long. Is she your sub?” What? She?
    Looking to the side, Brandt saw a petite blonde standing next to Ryan. She was clearly trying to get his cousin’s attention, but Ryan didn’t seem to be taking the bait. There wasn’t a chance in hell Ry didn’t know she was there—you don’t get close to a Navy SEAL without them knowing you’re there. He’d known men retired from the teams for decades who swore they still sensed people approaching long before they were close enough to do harm.
    Knowing Joelle was worried he already had a submissive gave him an odd sense of satisfaction. “No, minx, she doesn’t belong to me. I hadn’t even planned to play this evening. But I did come here to talk to Master Nate about a woman who’d been avoiding me all week.” She didn’t respond, but her lips formed a perfect O letting him know she’d understood he’d been referring to her. “Oh is right. We’ll have a discussion about that later as well, but right now I’m going to lay three stripes on your lovely ass as a reminder to follow instructions.” He wasn’t going to give her the ten he’d planned on—damn, he was probably making a mistake going easy on her. But he didn’t want her first experience with him to be all about pain, either. Since they hadn’t played together before, there wasn’t any foundation of trust to rely on.
    Brandt didn’t give her any time to worry about what was to come, he stepped behind her and administered three solid strokes. He spaced them evenly though one lay directly over the crease between her ass and thigh—that one would be a reminder of their time together for a couple of days. He’d finished before her mind caught up. She’d hissed at the burn of the first strike, but the second and third were so quick he was finished before the heat even registered. He dropped the leather strap to the floor with a clatter and immediately pushed two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. Yeah, I think somebody enjoys a bite of pain—fucking perfect.
    Years of being a sexual dominant gave him the experience necessary to find her G-spot in one thrust. He hadn’t intended to end the scene so soon, but it was more important for her mind to link the pain and pleasure than it was to give the audience a protracted scene. Leaning close, he spoke against her ear, “Come for me, minx. I want to hear you scream your pleasure.” He’d barely finished the words when he felt her vaginal walls lock down on his fingers. The rush of her honey over them made him want to shout in triumph. She screamed his name as she shattered and hearing his name cross her lips while she was in the throes of passion was incredibly satisfying. The only thing would have made the moment even sweeter—if it had been his cock rather than his fingers giving her pleasure. Soon…very, very soon!

    Joelle was so lost in the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm of her life, she was barely cognizant of the fact Brandt had released her from the club’s strange cross. Even as she felt a soft blanket being wrapped around her, her mind and body still didn’t feel like they belonged to the same person. She’d never experienced anything remotely like the disconnection she felt now—and the harder she tried to figure out what was wrong with her, the more distant it all seemed. Soft lips pressed against her forehead in a chaste kiss and she suddenly realized she was horizontal again. But this time, she was on her back and moving… Wow, who knew magic carpets wrapped around you before they took you from place to place?
    When she drifted back to herself again, Joelle realized she was sitting on someone and