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something,” Charles supplied, since the term was used in architecture as well as art.
    “Could I hold it?” Nora asked.
    Jack handed the small sculpture to Nora. She ran her long, slender fingers over the curves of the kneeling nude with the touch of a lover, her eyes shining. Jack’s heart gave a sudden, painful squeeze as he watched her. Would he ever find someone as loving, sensual and submissive as Nora for his own? He didn’t covet Charles’ sub girl—but he couldn’t deny he longed for what they shared. Was there someone like her out there for him, now that he was finally ready to seek her out?
    “So, Jack,” Harry said, distracting Jack from his thoughts. “I have a session booked in the harem room at Hawthorne Dungeon at nine with two lovely ladies I know from Club de Sade. They’re not pros,” he added, anticipating Jack’s question, “just two sexy girls I scene with from time to time. I told them I’d bring along another Dom if he was available, and I had you in mind. Nora and Charles are joining us, and Nora’s going to dance for us. What do you say? Can you tear yourself away from all this sculpting stuff long enough to enjoy a private scene?”
    Jack started reflexively to say no. He wanted to get back to his work. He had a show coming up at the end of the month, and he’d hoped to be further along than he was. But he stopped himself. New York was home base now. He’d been here several months, and he’d barely gotten out. He kept telling himself he was ready to meet a woman he could claim for his own, but if he stayed buried in his studio, how would that ever happen?
    Nora and Charles were smiling hopefully at him, and Harry was giving him an encouraging grin. “Sure,” he said. “That sounds like fun. Count me in.”
    ~*~
    Nora was tired but happy, the high from her erotic dance performance in the harem room still giving wings to her feet as she quickly showered in the sub lounge while Charles and Jack waited for her in the harem room. The two sub girls had gone on to the club with Harry, Jack declining their invitation to continue the party. Nora hummed softly to herself, her body thrumming with anticipation of their lovemaking, once Charles and she returned home.
    Before the dance, she’d enjoyed watching Harry and Jack put those two young women through their paces, engaging them in predicament bondage with one another by way to tethering them using two sets of nipple clamps, the chains extended between them. The men stood behind each girl with a cane, painting lovely red stripes over their bare asses, and each time one girl twisted and jerked beneath the cane, both girls’ nipples were painfully tweaked. Neither sub was particularly well trained, and there was plenty of jerking and yelping going on.
    Nora had been perched on Charles’ lap as they watched the increasingly intense scene unfold, and when his fingers had slid beneath her short skirt to find her bare pussy, she’d been unable to stifle the moan of pure lust. He’d teased and titillated her just to the edge of orgasm as they watched the girls in their erotic dance, their nipples pulled taut by the clamps and chains between them, their cries underscored by the whistle and crack of rattan against firm flesh.
    “You will not come,” Charles murmured sexily into Nora’s ear as his fingers slid into her wetness. “Not until we get home, and not until you’ve had a good, hard spanking.”
    Those words alone nearly sent Nora over the edge, but she managed to control herself. Though she adored a good whipping and craved the sharp sting of the cane, there was nothing she loved more than Charles’ hard, perfect palm crashing down on her ass. He would start slowly, warming her flesh with light slaps, his fingers sometimes straying between her legs to tease her already rock-hard clit. Slowly but surely the spanking would intensify, until each smack pushed her hard into the mattress, until her skin turned to fire, her cunt to