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I am your Mistress. Not your girlfriend. Not your
confidante. And not your lover. This is non-negotiable.

And yet today, when Vivien had kissed her, there’d been an
unmistakable passion, volatile hunger even the icy dominatrix could not
conceal. If her rules were as non-negotiable as she stated she wouldn’t have
texted back.

Polly straightened her spine, spread her thighs farther apart
and lifted her chin.
Come and punish me, you gorgeous, sexy bitch.

The door opened, revealing nothing but the red-black
darkness of the room. Polly’s breathing hitched. For a split second her
confidence wavered when she didn’t immediately see Vivien, but she refused to
let it show.

“Come in,” Vivien’s voice beckoned from the shadows.

Polly swallowed. Hard. And then she crawled on hands and
knees into the room. She squinted as her eyes adjusted to the low lighting.

“Close the door behind you.”

Polly nudged the door with her foot and it swung closed.

“Come here.”

The voice came from the direction of the sofa. Obediently
she crawled toward the sound. She suddenly wondered if she’d been stupid for
provoking her Mistress with that text. It was a risk she’d been willing to
take.

As she neared the sofa Vivien formed out of the crimson
shadows. Her black hair had been slicked back into a tight bun at the nape of
her neck. She’d toned down her signature glamour-girl makeup and instead looked
natural. But instead of looking softer, the raw, pure side of Vivien gave her
more of a definitive edge.

Unsmiling and unblinking, she looked like an old Hollywood
art portrait with the dim, red lighting illuminating her silhouette from behind
and the distinctive lines of her face delineated by the deep shadows.

Her hand moved downward, drawing Polly’s gaze to the thick
strap-on dildo, which jutted from the open fly of her black trousers.

“Tell me what you fantasized about while you masturbated,”
Vivien purred.

Polly cleared her throat. Courage swelled in her breast. It
was now or never. She drew in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “I couldn’t
stop thinking about that kiss we shared.”

Vivien’s eyes darkened seductively.

Polly continued. “I wanted to comfort you, hold you. Be
there for you. I wanted to show you that you didn’t need that other woman, that
you could have me.”

Vivien’s hand stopped moving over the silicone cock. “Did I
not explain the rules to you at the beginning of our association?”

Polly was prepared. “Yes. Explicitly. And you also said that
our relationship would be revaluated when you’d released me—which you did
earlier today.”

One corner of Vivien’s lips twitched as she obviously
resisted a smile. “Touché.”

Polly’s mouth went dry as she lowered her arms and stood.
Vivien looked surprised, but she didn’t comment as Polly stalked toward her and
then straddled her lap.

“I want more than spankings from you, Vivien.” Reaching
between her legs, she guided the head of the strap-on to her already slick
crease.

Vivien’s gaze lifted, finding Polly’s. “What do you want?”
Her voice was rough.

“I want to know you. Outside of this room,” Polly confessed
as she lowered herself. Her insides quivered as the dildo filled her to
capacity.

Vivien’s hands found Polly’s hips.

“I want to kiss you. I want my fingers inside you. I want to
taste you.” Slowly riding the cock, Polly reached for the buttons on Vivien’s
masculine shirt.

Vivien’s lashes batted and her lips formed a petal-soft
pout.

“You have this strap-on anchored inside you, don’t you?”
Polly asked, her voice low. Soft.

“Yes.”

“Where?”

A ragged sigh slipped through Vivien’s lips. “In my…my pussy
and in my ass.”

Polly’s cunt clenched around the unyielding invasion as her
fingers worked the buttons loose. She rocked her hips, knowing her motions
tugged erotically at the plugs seated inside Vivien.

“How does this feel?” Polly asked, sliding her palms over
Vivien’s full breasts.

Vivien’s breath caught. She whimpered. “You’re going to make
me come.”

“I want you to come,” Polly said and brushed her lips over
Vivien’s. “I want you to come with me.” Their lips fused, teeth collided,
tongues tangled.

Vivien’s fingers dug into Polly’s hips to pull and push.
Their pubic bones bumped as each fought for pleasure. Vivien’s body tensed. She
mewled in Polly’s mouth and the knowledge her Mistress was coming propelled
Polly to the edge. She teetered there for a moment and then ecstasy exploded
through her. Her inner tissue gripped and released Vivien’s cock over and over,
and for that instant, the boundaries between them faded and Polly couldn’t
distinguish where one of them ended and the other began.

Her mind went numb to everything but the pleasure coursing
through her body. She became vaguely aware of protesting as the cock slipped
out of her pussy, as she lay back against cool leather. Clothes whispered down
Vivien’s arms and legs and then fluttered to floor just before warm, perfumed
skin covered Polly’s body from head to toe.

Mouth-to-mouth. Breasts-to-breasts. Mons-to-mons. Vivien
slid over her, grinding her pubis against Polly’s as they kissed and kissed.
Mouths, ears, necks, shoulders.

Polly had never known this sort of high, this knowledge that
Vivien wanted her coupled with bone-melting pleasure. All at once the future
seemed merged with the present, wondrous and full of promise. She hardly knew
this woman, but the potential of getting to know her had suddenly become real.

Vivien’s mouth moved from Polly’s down to her breasts. Lust
reignited as soft lips pulled at her nipples, as a taut tongue circled first
one areola and then the other one before those insistent kisses nipped lower
and lower.

Polly’s thighs opened. Warm breaths brushed over her wet
clit and then lips closed on the come-swollen bundle of nerves. She cried out
from the too-intense pleasure even as she gripped Vivien’s head and dragged her
closer.

Vivien’s arms slid under Polly’s thighs, wrapping around so
that her hands splayed over Polly’s hipbones. Jolts of rapture fired through
her thighs, her abdomen. She couldn’t be still as skilled lips plied her closer
and closer to a second orgasm.

Vivien’s shoulders and arms anchored Polly in place. Her
fingers left Vivien’s hair and she reached overhead and beyond where she clawed
for some sort of handhold at the armrest of the sofa as wild ecstasy surged and
crashed over her so hard she wept.

Polly felt as if she’d both left her body and had sunk deep
inside herself all at the same time. Joy and pleasure rippled through and
around her.

“Breathe.” Whispered words caressed her ear. “Breathe,
darling.” Kisses peppered her cheekbone, her eyelids, her forehead and then her
lips—sweet, chaste kisses that so contrasted the fierce bout of fucking.

Polly dragged in a breath and opened her eyes as Vivien
swept away the tears. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she managed, forgetting to add the Ma’am afterward
for the first time.

She didn’t know how or why but something inside her had
shifted because of her time with Vivien. Being with her this way made her
feel…free.

Vivien knew her darkest desires, her most intimate weaknesses
and yet she accepted her without question for the woman she was. The knowledge
humbled Polly. It made her hopeful they might even fall in love.

Vivien smiled and the beauty of it stunned Polly, making her
wonder if she might already be in love with the woman. She’d fantasized about
this moment so many times and now it was happening.

Polly’s lips parted with the realization that this was the
first time she’d seen Vivien truly smile. Reverently Polly traced the full
curve of her bottom lip, taking joy in the sight until Vivien’s expression
turned serious once more.

“Where do we go from here?” Vivien asked, though the smile
still played in her eyes.

Polly couldn’t drag her gaze away from her lover’s face.
Vulnerable and soft, she hardly seemed the same woman who could make her
tremble with the arch of a brow. “How about to the bed?”

Vivien chuckled. Lacing her fingers with Polly’s, she
kneeled between Polly’s sprawled legs. “I’d love nothing more.”

Polly sat. “Afterward, would you like to go get a bite to
eat somewhere?”

Vivien stared for a moment and then that dazzling smile lit
up her face once again. “I know a great little sushi place down on Second.”

“Oh, I love that place!” Polly exclaimed as hand in hand
they walked toward the bed.

Vivien cupped Polly’s chin. “Wait out here, pet.” The touch
was tender. Lingering.

Mallory watched with a matchmaker’s pride as Polly
obediently sank onto one of the chairs in the hallway, turquoise-and-white
saddle oxfords pressed neatly together, hands complacently on the worn knees of
her cropped jeans. When she looked up to bestow an adoring look on her
Mistress, a diamond-studded collar glittered in the light.

So Vivien had collared the little songbird. They’d taken it
further than Mallory had ever imagined. A whisper of envy snaked through
Mallory. She wanted that kind of connection with a submissive—someone to look
at her the way Polly Purefoy looked at Vivien.

Finding willing subs was easy. But love was never part of
the bargain. At least not for Mallory.

She shook off the unwelcome emotions the lovers inspired as
Vivien turned from Polly and started into Mallory’s office.

“Have a seat, Vivien.” Mallory eased the door closed and
then returned to her desk. “You two look cozy.”

They looked more than cozy. Vivien’s eyes sparkled with
whimsy. Color pinkened her cheeks, giving the stone-cold dominatrix a softness
Mallory had never witnessed.

“I couldn’t help but notice the collar,” she ventured.

Vivien inhaled sharply, causing her copious cleavage to rise
against her black satin dress. “Polly was a good fit for me. She’s been
well-trained for your band.”

Mallory drew out her checkbook. “Of course I’ll pay you for
your continued work with her.”

“I don’t want your money, Mal.”

Mallory resisted the little smile that played at the corners
of her mouth as she lifted her gaze to Vivien’s.

“This was more than a…a job.” Vivien dampened her red lips.
“I’m in love with her.”

Mallory had hoped to avoid a messy hook-up between her
Dommes and their subs, but somehow a different energy swirled around this one.
“Does Polly reciprocate?”

In spite of her ever-confident air, Vivien suddenly looked
vulnerable. “Yes. At least I think she does. We haven’t made any sort of formal
commitment.”

“Other than the collar.”

Vivien smiled again. “Well, there’s that.” She uncrossed and
recrossed her legs. “I’m taking her to New York for the weekend.”

“Ten to one you come back married.”

Vivien laughed softly. “I would dearly love to give her a
ring to match that collar.”

Once more, jealousy tugged at Mallory’s heart. “Are you sure
I can’t pay you? I budgeted for it.”

Vivien shook her head. “No. It wouldn’t feel right. And oh,
I saw your new protégé as we came in. Polly recognized her. Jezebel Jones?”

“Ah, yes, Jezebel. She’s as yet undecided.”

“I…I can’t train her,” Vivien said.

“I understand completely,” Mallory offered. “I was
considering Billie Martin as Miss Jones’ trainer.”

“Billie?” Vivien arched an eyebrow. “Good choice. Very good
choice, indeed.”

Mallory leaned back in her chair and steepled her fingers
under her chin. “Thank you. I just hope Jezebel will come onboard.”

“Oh trust me, she will. You should have seen the way she
looked at Polly and me.”

A smug smile claimed Mallory’s lips. “Excellent.” She stood.
“Well, if you won’t let me at least pay you for your time, I suppose that
concludes our business. Unless of course Polly’s training doesn’t…stick.”

Vivien rose from her chair. “You just let me know. I’ll be
more than happy to keep her pretty little ass in line.”

Mallory skirted the desk and opened the door. She exchanged
farewells with Vivien and Polly then watched as the two left hand in hand.

Love.
Mallory sighed, trying not to be cynical. At
least she didn’t have to worry about that sort of thing with Billie Martin.

Billie knew how to maintain her distance. Besides,
Jezebel—who still hadn’t committed to the Honkytonk Angels—seemed more like a
bedroom submissive than a lifestyle slave.

And if by some chance this fluke happened again, Mallory
wondered if there might possibly be someone out there for her.

She snorted. “Not a snowball’s chance in hell.”

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