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aftershocks.
    “I didn’t give you permission to come, bitch!” Cassie said, voicing her displeasure. She did a couple of circuits around the stool, flicking the flogger against her boot, making me wait to discover my fate. “Now I shall have to punish you, and then we’ll start over again, from the beginning.”
    Bring it on. I heard the whoosh a split second before the flogger connected with my ass. I screamed, bucking, as the dying pulses of my orgasm were rejuvenated, raising me to fresh heights of pleasure.
    Oh God! This felt so good. I relaxed, allowing the waves of incredible sensation to flow through my body.
    And this was just the start; Cassie’s words held the promise of a fun-filled night.
     

Slave to Lust
     
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    Bryana
     
     
    Can Bryana risk letting Cassie Stuart back into her life?
     
     

 
    Six months later...
    “ A t last !”
    I didn’t immediately recognize the gravelly voice that echoed like the crack of a whip through the silent lobby. For a few timeless seconds the sounds merely reverberated around my head, while my brain refused to process the information. Then my gaze focused on the figure seated on the floor right outside my door and reality disintegrated into fantasy.
    Cassie Stuart’s appearance in my world, both unexpected and unannounced, defied belief. She slowly uncurled her legs and got to her feet. Although much the same height, with me wearing heels, her aura of domination gave the impression that she towered over me.
    The shock of her presence set my heart hammering so hard it felt as if a massive locomotive was tearing a path through my chest. From the little I knew of Cassie, she would want to exert herself, her authority, her dominant position and in return, she’d expect me to submit myself totally to her will.
    Fuck! I didn’t need her or that sort of intense pressure in my life right now.
    I caught my breath and allowed the instinct for flight to gain the upper hand. If I could just distance myself from her and from temptation then I’d… The doors to the elevator chose that moment to swish shut behind me cutting off my escape route.
    Even as a comparative novice in the world of Domme/sub, I knew it was a pipe dream to imagine that we could ever meet as equals. In the same context there were too many obstacles in the way of us becoming friends, or lovers, in the conventional sense. I still had a lot to learn about being submissive and, to be honest, I wasn’t entirely convinced that Cassie was the right Mistress to guide me through to the next stage. Did I even want to try? Yes, no, maybe... I lambasted myself. Being indecisive was getting me nowhere.
    She drilled me a penetrating gaze. “Where have you been, Bryana?”
    The question sounded more like an accusation. I frowned, trying to get a handle on where Cassie was coming from since we hadn’t seen each other or communicated in more than six months. Had she expected to find me sitting around, waiting, like an obedient puppy for her to get in touch?
    “Paris. I…” The half answer tumbled from my lips in a strangled gasp. She had me so flustered and confused I couldn’t breathe properly, let alone speak. I dropped my bags and my gaze.
    How did she find me?
    A very good question. In a final attempt to sever all ties with the past and my faithless ex, Esmée Vincent, I’d moved into this new apartment in a rapidly expanding Docklands complex just four weeks ago, although, recent events had proved that Esmée wasn’t so easy to dismiss from my life. The grapevine in Paris had been abuzz with talk of her and that haughty, stick-insect, Marisa, the model with whom she’d shacked up even before our affair ended. According to the rumor mill, their fledgling relationship had already hit the rocks with both parties choosing to bad-mouth me all over the show as a way of absolving themselves from blame for their sorry debacle. Not that I’d had any part in their current predicament. Word had it that Esmée,