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Enjoy me how?

Oh, I had questions.

I didn’t have a good response, so I kept it simple. “Thankyou, Master.”

He was trying not to laugh, clearly enjoying melting mybrain. As he rose, he ran his body up the length of mine, sending even morepleasure through me. “I think you’re going to really enjoy this.”

By the time he’d refastened my pants around my strainingerection, I’d managed to nod, but not much more than that. Thankfully, as hedug around in his magic bag again, all he wanted me to do was follow the directionshe gave me. “Go sit by Scott.”

Yes, that I could do—hopefully, because he didn’t make iteasy as he turned up the music and moved over to the pole. I nearly fell overthe chair as he grabbed onto it and did a slow, undulating move that had himalmost humping the bar, the long strips of fabric he was going to restrain uswith draped over his shoulders and flowing down his body.

Shit.

Chair.

He was so fucking hot he was going to get me killed…andScott probably wouldn’t make it either, based on how big his eyes were and howhis heart seemed to be pounding. He’d have a heart attack, so at least hewouldn’t have “died by falling over a chair” following him around forever.

When I was settled, Dare rolled against the bar so his backwas resting on it and lifted his hands to grip it high over his head. “One lastpiece to get ready.”

Letting go of the bar, he slinked closer, rocking his hipsand giving us a little preview of what was to come. “One of the first rules youhave to remember at a strip club is no touching.”

I’d actually never been to one, but that made sense.

As he trailed one of the long pieces of fabric over mychest, he smiled. “This is going to make sure you remember and don’t getpunished for being naughty.”

Was there an option for being punished?

My imagination went wild as he wrapped the fabric around me,keeping my arms pinned to my chest and thighs with just the way it was circlingme. Yes, next time we were going to play this scene out with me being naughty.The options were just too good.

Scott let out a breathy chuckle as Dare worked to restrainhim. “He wants to be naughty next time, Master.”

The music had me straining to hear them, but Dare glancedover at me, giving me a devilish stare as he finished securing Scott. “Yes, Ithink you’re right.” Giving Scott an innocent peck, Dare stroked his face,swaying to the sexy music. “But that’s why you’re my sweetness and he’s mynaughty boy.”

The sexy heat in his voice had us both shivering even thoughScott was the only one being caressed. But there was just something in his tonethat had me imagining being bent over and spanked that sent a flash of heat andneed through me.

Scott was putty in his hands and just the look on his facesaid he would promise anything our Master wanted to hear. “Thank you, Master.”

Dare gave him another long, slow kiss before pulling away,stroking his hands down Scott’s chest and teasing his nipples before pullingaway. Scott made a soft, sexy sound as Dare stepped back, shooting me a flirtylook that sent a rush of pleasure through me.

He wanted to play naughty customer next time too.

Yay.

But for now, I had to behave or who knew when this cock ringwas going to come off…and if I wasn’t going to get a spanking, I didn’t want tobe punished.

As he stepped back toward the pole, the mood in the roomshifted and I could almost feel the desire flowing through like it was hot andwarm…and being tied to the chair just made it even better. The growing erotictension had our gazes tracking Dare’s every move, and as he started easing histight T-shirt over his head, I heard Scott suck in a breath.

Skin slowly came into view as Dare’s hips swayed and themusic thumped in a dirty rhythm. When he flicked his fingers over the button onhis pants and the sexy, loose fabric slipped to the floor, it was my turn tofight to breathe.

By the time he was wrapping his body around the pole wearingjust the almost sheer, lacy jock, I found myself rocking my hips to the beat ashis body writhed.

Fuck.

He was actually on the pole.

How did his thighs hold him up?

How did the lace hold him in?