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He reached for a salmon-topped appetizer. “You gave me what I asked for.”

“Did I push you too far?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“I need to hear it from you, Shay.”

He looked amused. “My balls are still throbbing.”

“It can never happen again.”

He rested his palm on his chest. “How did you know?”

Shay was referring to what I’d whispered to him during his session, the truth that had lain dormant all these years and yet I had known it from the moment we met.

How had I known his father had beaten him? Because that’s what he’d looked for in me. A guardian. And that’s why his desire for a session would never be quenched until I’d delivered him over to the other side. He was free to continue exploring his penchant for a Dom. His body had released all that tension and he’d fallen…finally surrendering.

“It will get easier from here on,” I assured him. “To submit.”

“I never told anyone,” he whispered.

“How do you feel now?”

“I’m glad you know. Makes me feel accepted, like you understand why I am the way I am.”

“I was waiting for you to open up.” I motioned for him to finish his water.

He drained the bottle. “Let’s go get your girl.”

We roamed the chateau freely, searching each room for Mia.

As we moved into the ballroom, joining a thriving cocktail party that was in full swing, we examined the many faces around us. The room was filled with fifty or so submissives and they were all dressed in costume, and all of them were collared. We saw leather-clad kittens, white-tailed bunnies, and angels with outstretched wings strapped to their backs. They mingled politely, some serving drinks, others kneeling beside their masters’ feet, some fucking each other.

I moved slowly about the room, my stiff collar and overly starched shirt making it hard to breathe. Finally, I trapped an angel in a corner and as she stepped back, her feathers bent, making her look like a wanton nymph.

I ran my palm over the edge of her left wing, ruffling her feathers. “What’s your name?”

“Reni.” She was French.

“I need your discretion, Reni,” I said softly.

She peered up at me with the look of an angel who yearned for danger. From the “H” branded on her left wrist, I knew she had to be a member.

“Have you seen a young, blonde American woman?” I glanced around to make sure we weren’t overheard.

She took my hand and led me across the room to a tall, very pretty submissive whose wings were black. If this symbolized seniority and she had any loyalty to Chastain, we’d be screwed.

“He wants an American,” Reni whispered to the other angel.

The black-winged cherub raised her hand to gesture for drinks to be brought over. “What do you want her for?” Her voice carried a tone of protectiveness.

“I have a gift for her.” I thought that sounded reasonable.

She narrowed her gaze. “An American is with Master Chastain. You have to go through him if you want her.”

My mouth went dry with the revelation. He’d seen me with her. He’d know how jealous this would make me. The thought of his hands on her…

Don’t think of this. Don’t allow these poisonous thoughts to ruin your focus.