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Pleased with her answer, he grinned. “Most excellent.”

Because of its sparseness, this was one of his favorite playrooms. A hook hung from the ceiling, and a chair stood off to one side, tucked beneath a padded bench. The far wall was dominated by crops, whips, floggers, and a tawse handcrafted by Master Marcus.

As with all the rooms, there was a small sink and counter, and a cupboard stocked with necessities, including wipes, lube, condoms, and towels.

After he’d grabbed them each a bottle of water from the bar, they entered the space.

He paused to close the door, sealing them in relative privacy.

At the Den, all private rooms had a small, square window so that Gregorio, Damien, or a House Monitor could observe any scene.

The lack of total seclusion added a layer of security that Niles appreciated.

When he turned back to her, Brandy was kneeling in the middle of the room, head bowed, hands on her thighs.

Niles owned a production company, and he was one of the Dominants that was often on screen for the scenes.

The subs—male and female—that he professionally topped were actors and models. Each act was scripted and choreographed, and every response was exploited to ensure maximum effect.

Screaming, whimpering, and begging were all expected from the participants—after all, no one wanted to pay money for a download in which the spankee was silent.

Brandy, too, submitted for a living, but there were no cameras, directors, or second takes now.

Whatever happened in here was between them, for no reason other than pleasure.

This was all-too real, and so very damn special.

How long since a woman had done this for him, because of a desire to please?

Jesus.

For a moment, he couldn’t breathe.

Hands balled into fists at his sides, he took her in, savoring, appreciating the moment.

Finally, he expelled hot air from his lungs.

When he was fully in control of his emotions again, he offered to help her up as he said, “Stand for me, beautiful Brandy, with your hands over your head.”

Trustingly she slipped her small palm against his, meeting his gaze as he drew her dress up, exposing her body, inch by perfect inch.

She wore a scrap of material that served as panties, and she had on a black shelf bra that lifted her breasts.

“I’m a fortunate man tonight.”

“Thank you, Sir. I feel lucky that I get to be with you.”

Do you really? Or is this part of your role-play?

Either way, it shouldn’t matter.

So why does it?

He extended the garment to her. “Fold it and put it on the counter, then come back here.”

Wordlessly, she accepted.

Moments later she returned to stand in front of him, her legs spread slightly, and her hands looped behind her back in a show of perfect submission.

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