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    He screamed, a scream of torment and pleasure mixed. Like an animal, without understanding of what he was experiencing, if it was pleasure or pain, or beyond 40

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    comprehension of either. His cock began to spurt, his orgasm sweeping over him, drowning him in all the mixed sensations.
    Still thrusting, she handed the brand back to Jeremy. Loosening her hair from the ponytail so waves of white silk cascaded down her back, she dipped her head like a beautiful, coquettish mare. The strands rippled over the raw area. Tyler knew the touch of silk would be like the scrape of razors against skin throbbing from the simple touch of the air. Brendan bucked, the muscles rippling along his back, his thighs, his shoulders arched as he kept spurting, groaning, crying her name.
    “Mistress. Mistress…”
    And then Tyler heard it taken up, echoed, whispered among the faithful clustered around the expanse of glass.
    Mistress. Mistress. An acknowledgement of her absolute Dominance, her ability to command total capitulation from the soul of another. A remarkable gift that had been offered by a sub whose body she likely would never touch again. Maybe never even exchange a greeting with him, for subs were not supposed to address Masters or Mistresses unless they were addressed first.
    She pulled out slowly at last, twisting, bending at the waist so her hair rippled down his back, over the brands, over his buttocks and thighs. When she straightened, tossed it back, she had her eyes closed. When she opened them, she stared straight at Tyler.
    The look in her eyes said it all. This was her swan song here. She was snubbing her nose at him and The Zone requirement, leaving them the memory of a Mistress who was a force of nature to herself. A Goddess laughing at man’s pitiful attempts to teach her what she already knew, possibly had created herself. The message was clear.
    Fuck you.
    His jaw tight, Tyler turned to find Lisbeth looking at him peculiarly.
    “What?”
    “I think I’m losing my mind.”
    “And why is that?”
    She tapped her manicured nails on the side table. “I believe I just saw one of our strongest Mistresses bratting for one of our most powerful Masters, throwing down a gauntlet and daring him to do something about it. And him standing there looking at her as if he was going to pick it up, turn her over his knee and use it on her. What’s going on, Tyler?”
    Tyler turned back to the glass floor. “You’re losing your mind,” he said.
    Or I’m losing mine.
    But Lisbeth’s words suggested another theory to him, despite his moment of frustration.
    Perhaps Marguerite was throwing what she knew in his face, in a desperate attempt to cover what she didn’t. What she knew she should face but perhaps could not. Maybe 41

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    he had pushed too hard at Tea Leaves. Maybe he should have chosen a different way to approach it. And maybe he could choose a different way.
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Chapter Four
    When Jeremy freed Brendan, Marguerite stood back and watched The Zone employee help him sit up as he checked vitals. Brendan was forced to lean on the other man while the world oriented itself and became what he knew it to be, though she was sure the band of fire across his lower back made his immediate future different. She stood away from him, in front of him, her clothes back in place. She explained the aftercare while he drank the glass of water Jeremy pushed on him. His gaze watched her hungrily, so she made sure her voice was firm, cool, reminding him of her boundaries and what would and would not happen after this night.
    She saw the reminder sink in, the acceptance come into his eyes more easily than she would have expected. It suggested that tonight’s experience had changed his reality, taken him to a different plane of understanding of himself and her. Brought him an inner tranquility. The post-euphoria of a successful pain session, she told herself, knowing it was at least partly true. When she