Lean on me

epped into the dress. Glanci

nd the bust pushed her breasts

panels the width of a hand ran

the middle to cover her crotch.

u

tool, Master Cullen took her h

legs. “I'll

he tightened the laces on eac

shed, he turned her from side-t

right, for he grinned. As the li

felt like it had risen onto tipt

l

centrated on regaining her b

holy effe

ver had come in walked up t

s focus

us enough in a black silk shi

e hadn't survived the slums witho

could be

ed the two men. Master Cullen

ly kill silently, whereas the t

ng a

d as his dark gray eyes asse

ine

r Cullen said. “Andrea,

silver at the temples, so he

mile touched his lips

ve him

d, he curled his warm finge

peaking, then glanced at Cullen

tched back to her, the impact li

w if you return.” His lips

d l

lmost midnight. At least Frida

recently added Friday to the

lowed his movements, making h

going on with her, more than

pursu

to quit, but she'd taken ever

omplaint. And so, he h

ad decreased, leaving only

and a few others unwinding fro

p, trailed by her curvy sub. Cul

tled water for her sub, whose

aited until her sub drank b

cked that he'd tended to ever

duty now. Pulling up Andrea's

es. A couple of the

of Andrea's order on the barto

the bar. I have a n

inned. “The Amazon

anced across the room where An

f younger Doms and their subs.

econd drink of the ev

llen thought. The dress he'd

f her brain worked in the same w

d hated every jiggle. But it hap

breasts looked just the righ

an, another point in her favor

lips. He smiled. In an embrace,

t of her st

nclude getting involved. Nor wa

rience the various aspects of

t do them any favors by letting

ng master over them, he set

s ran a hand down Andrea's t

smile. Cullen grinned. That lo

hain, one short, one long IWhen he reached the Do

oked uncertain. “Master Cu

rest: “…do som

et it on the coffee table and

tonight, Andrea. You'r

uckles over her soft cheek. A

to make your job harder and

oym

breath, probably not realizin

nst her thighs, a

ook slightly wary in a BDSM

snugly around her waist, he cl

nsure she couldn't raise her hand

her b

periment with the restrictions

had to bend over to get it. He go

im, obviously pleased that she c

ily, did she? Yet. Stepping closer, C

ps off her

red her breasts for the momen

p long. She tried to lift her h

inevitable. Her smile vanished,

ared a

” he said softly. She swallowe

ble. He cupped her cheek and f

ty little sub,

ike a mouse trapped be

ush past her defenses and se

t drinks on the bar for the rest

er than using a tray. Of course,

all down And she realized it too. The submissive

moment, she said, “Ye

t she?” Quentin asked. A sub k

young man's

er for a while.” After chatti

. He glanced at the scene and w

eb and slowly brushed a feathe

hook his head. He'd rather ge

rned to face