Chapter One Club Dominion, Dallas—Thursday afternoon THWACK! Logan Edgington smacked the submissive’s reddening ass in time with the dark beat of the old-school Depeche Mode tunes pounding through his dungeon at Club Dominion. Clenching his jaw, he curled his palm into a fist, then shook out the sting. The sub gasped and stuck her butt out for him. Oh yeah, Callie liked pain and punishment, which was why she frequented this BDSM club. But the past two hours had proven that her attitude didn’t submit half as well as her body. Given enough time, he’d change that. Perspiration sheened across her back, and some damp tendrils from her black pixie-cut hair clung to her neck. She bowed her head between her outstretched arms. Logan stood back, watched, while she writhed as much as her bonds allowed. Her pink pussy looked drenched and swollen. “More!” she demanded. He leaned down, growled in her ear. “You’re not learning. Who’s in charge?” “But I need it,” she whined. “You need discipline, which is why you’re here with me now. You say you want to learn to please the Master you hope to have someday, but I’m not seeing the dedication. I think you just like a little pain to make your orgasm better and the rest is bullshit.” “That’s not true. Don’t be an