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Brooklyn set her jaw and bit her lip, but held hertongue.

What a goodlittlesub.

I followed Kelly butstopped.

Brooklyn wasn'tfollowingme.

I returned to her side. Ileanedin.

Sheleanedaway.

"I thought you wanted to watch?" Iasked.

"Watch what, exactly?" Brooklynasked.

"Kelly loves for people to watch." I nodded toward theprivateroom.

"I'm not watching you have sex with her." Brooklyn's nose wrinkled. She refused to lookatme.

"So the first rule about Dom/sub relationships,” I lowered my voice, "It's notaboutsex."

"I'm sorry. I don't remember asking for a BDSMtutorial."

"Well, it looks like Abbie will be . . ." I pointed at Abbie on the other side of the main room. She had a guy on either side of her. Their bodies pressed together, moving to the beat. It was all foreplay. "Awhile."

I gripped Brooklyn'swrist.

She tensed but didn'tpullaway.

I walked her down the hallway to the private rooms. I paused at the door and looked downather.

She focused on the door. She refused to look upatme.

I pushed thedooropen.

Brooklyn's throat hitched. She coughed to coveritup.

I bit my lip to avoidlaughing.

Kelly had stripped her clothes and knelt in the center of the room. Her hands rested on her thighs, and her chin was down. She was beautiful but not as beautiful as Brooklyn would be in the sameposition.

I hadatype.

Kelly's blond hair and creamy white skin showed off the marks from my hand, my whip, and my ropes perfectly, but I'd seen itbefore.

I wondered what they would look like on Brooklyn'sbrownskin.

Brooklyn's anger radiatedoffher.

I pushed it aside and pulled her intheroom.

I motioned to the chair in thecorner.

"Sit down." I didn't mean for it to come out as acommand.

She obeyed withouthesitation.

Fuck if my dick didn'ttwitch.

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