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She had worn a sily to her perfect curves She’d walked with the easy confidence of the beautiful and adored along the receiving line, stopping every few feet to be photographed and to greet her fans When she’d turned her dazzling sh she looked away aunique

It was at that an to devise his plan

The credits were rolling across the screen and he still hadn’t co his eyes, he let his favorite fantasy unfold once more…

Alana lifts her head, trying to focus those violet-blue eyes on her Master Her breasts heave as she tries to catch her breath “Thank you, Sir,” she gasps

“For what?” Mark demands

“For whipping me, Sir I needed it, Sir I need you, Sir Fuck …”

Mark could almost feel Alana in the room with hirunt, he exploded onto his stomach and chest “Once I own you, Alana,” he said aloud, “I’ll have you lick me clean”

The autu was crisp, a hint of snow in the air Mark stood across the street fro her photo shoot for a wolanced inized her driver’s car, a nondescript black sedan, its s tinted to keep out prying eyes It was parked near the back entrance of the studio on a narrow side street, ready to whisk away the woman of his dreams

His heart leapt as the door opened and Alana ca her dark hair out of her face as she pulled her jacket htly around herself She strode quickly toward the parked car The passenger door was opened froraph seekers or paparazzi before anyone even realized she was there

Mark knehere she was going It being et there as fast, if not faster, on foot

Today she would bewith Lisa Carter, her personal assistant, for lunch at Caliente, the Mexican place on 6th Avenue in Greenwich Village After lunch, she would go for her e at Chez Paul, and then off to the studio to rehearse or do whatever she did in there So far, he hadn’t been able to get into that studio The dah What did it matter?