Claimed by Stacey Kennedy

his chest before she snapped her attention to his face. “When I do, it’s always really bad, so it’s kind of hard to forget.”
    Her dedication and accuracy weren’t things he disapproved of, but her properness was a bit too strong for his liking. “Seems as if you’re in good health now. You haven’t had any serious illnesses or hospital trips?”
    “Yep, all healthy.”
    “All right, wait here, doll.” Returning to the desk, he placed the waiver in her folder, then he returned to her. “The dungeon is open Friday and Saturday nights. I expect you here both nights unless you let me know beforehand that you have other plans.” He waited for her nod, then he continued, “However, tonight you won’t play.” At the disappointment in her eyes and the slump of her shoulders, he added, “I want you to watch, to discover what you enjoy and don’t enjoy.”
    She nibbled her lip. “May I ask why?”
    He stroked her cheek, and her eyes fluttered and lips parted, encouraging him with how intensely she reacted under his touch. “There’s no reason to rush into this. You need to discover your limits. If not, I’d be leading you blind into a scene, and that would be wrong of me.”
    “Oh, okay.” After nibbling that lip a bit more, she released it, licking her top lip.
    His full attention remained on her pouty mouth before he examined the growing color in her cheeks and the raspiness of her breath. “Tonight you can have some time alone to explore the dungeon before we talk things over.”
    A quiet squeak spilled from her lips, drawing his focus to her wide eyes, which were rich with lust and nervousness. Not needing her to answer him, and ready to show her that his word was one thing she could always trust, he slid his hand across her warm cheek. “Now, then, I do believe you are due to be rewarded for being a brave little submissive, hmm?” He cupped her nape and swiped his nose against her cheek, sensing her trembling. “Were you nervous coming here tonight?”
    “Yes,” she breathed.
    “You fought against that, though, and your bravery pleases me, Presley.” Another good lesson for her; he would reward her when she pushed herself beyond what she thought she would—or could—do.
    He leaned away, and dark, shameless eyes stared at him. Her lips parted in a silent request. He wouldn’t deny her. Tucking his thumb under her chin, he angled her head and sealed his mouth over hers.
    The woman he expected to kiss in an uneducated way proved him wrong. Each slide of her tongue, the feel of her soft lips beneath his, and the little moans she made, enticed him to deepen the kiss. His hard cock became steel, and he fought the urge to grind against her.
    Giving her a passionate kiss, he did so not only because she deserved it but also because he couldn’t hold back. Her acceptance of his tongue as she mirrored his movements with her gentle caresses could have been his undoing. Now, however, wasn’t the time to indulge himself; this was simply a taste to make certain she’d desire more. No matter that he found himself equally enamored. After a final flick of her wet, soft tongue, he broke off the kiss, enjoying her wiggle against his cock. Her eyelids were hooded, her parted mouth had yet to close, and her breath sounded delectably harsh.
    Feeling the heavy weight in his groin and watching the beauty begging for more with her heated gaze, he brushed his thumb across her damp, pouty lip. “This agreement between us, Presley, will work out just fine.”

Chapter Six
    This ain’t the Cowboy’s Saloon.
    The country bar in Apple Valley at times had a wet T-shirt contest, causing Presley to blush like a fool, but this place: Oh. My. God!
    Master Dmitri had introduced her to the other four DMs, so she knew who they were if she needed anything. He instructed her to have a look around while he made his rounds of the dungeon.
    Ten minutes had passed, and she hadn’t moved from the spot where he’d left her.
    The