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loved Roxane, but thought she wouldn t love him because he was not handsome enough. So
he wrote the words for letters sent by Christian, professing his love for Roxane. Roxane fell
in love with Christian, not realizing it was really Cyrano who was wooing her.
A second Cyrano came down the stairs and Kennedy s eyes widened. Obviously, she
was going to have to figure out which Cyrano was Cedric. Her heart beat just a little more
when a third one, and then a fourth appeared.
Soon there were six of them standing near the car. Would there be more inside? One of
them had to be Cedric, she knew that now. They were all dressed exactly the same, though,
and whereas the first one had taken her hand, none of the others ones had. They all stood
the same height, and the masks covered their faces completely.
The idea of the test was easy, of course. Roxane didn t know it was Cyrano she loved.
Suddenly, with beautiful clarity, the common thread of the couples all came together. All of
them desperately in love, and all of them had tragic endings, most because they didn t realize
soon enough they were in love.
Scarlett realizing too late she loved Rhett; Isolde not being able to be with Tristan until
his death; Antony and Cleopatra dying alone, and in love; and now, Cyrano, thinking he was
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not good enough for the woman he loved, using someone else to tell her how he felt. And, of
course, they had a tragic ending too.
No tragedy for us, Kennedy thought as she stared at men, wondering which one was
her Master, her Cedric, the man she knew she had to have in her life.
She glanced from man to man, all of them staring at her, hats in hand. She looked at
the hats, at the hands holding them in place. Which set of hands had given her such pleasure
this past month? Whose hands had wielded a flogger with such expertise, had stroked her
clit until she thought she would die, had tied expert knots on ropes to keep her in place
while he teased her to orgasm again and again?
The hands would be the telling part. She looked back at Toffer, who indicated she
should choose one man. Kennedy started to walk through, her eyes down as she examined
each one. One set of hands looked close, but they lacked the truly strong fingers Cedric had.
She made it through five of them and was just approaching the sixth when excitement raced
through her belly.
Without looking at the hands she knew this was Cedric, could tell by the set of his
wide shoulders. She looked up into his green eyes, which stared back with amusement.
Cyrano, she said softly. It is you I love.
He peeled back the mask, revealing a smile that made her heart race. And I love you,
Roxane. Are you certain? Very, very certain?
With all my heart. A look of smoldering passion came across his face. He dropped the
mask and gathered her in his arms, pressing his lips against hers, his tongue diving into her
mouth as if seeking to join them forever.
Her head whirled with passion as she wrapped her arms around him. Cedric gathered
her close, his arms around her waist. Upstairs with you, slave.
The words made her shiver. Here? Now? The other sessions had been away from the
main house, and Kennedy could tell the house was packed with people. Surely if they used
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the main house for a session, someone would hear them. She wasn t sure she was ready for
the world to know.
Right now. He stroked her cheek and that single movement let her know that, while
she might be hesitant about becoming possible gossip fodder, he had no such compunctions.
That right there let her know how much he cared, and how he would take care of her.
Kennedy kissed his chin, then started for the house. She saw Grace on the stairs,
wearing a black outfit with a gold lightning bolt blazoned from shoulder to calf. When
Kennedy walked past, she reached out her hand and grasped the other woman s, squeezing it
in thanks, knowing if she hadn t met Grace this never would have happened.
Once inside the house she stopped. Cedric came up behind her, his hands placed
possessively on her hips. She knew people noticed and heard the click of a few camera
phones. The photo of him in the coffee shop had never shown up in the tabloids. She was
sure this one would. He leaned over and turned her face to his, his hands gentle on her chin.
Another whirl of cameras. And then he kissed her, his tongue once again delving inside,
slower this time, as if he was deliberately posing for the cameras, his touch lingering so they
would get the best shot possible.
There were a few sighs from the assembled women, and then a gasp when he smacked
her bottom, the sound muffled by the cape. Second floor. The first room I topped you in.
Now.
The crowd seemed to part for them as they headed toward the stairs. By the time they
reached the second floor, Kennedy s body was on fire, not from exertion from climbing the
stairs, but from complete and utter need to have Cedric inside her, now, to kneel in front of
him and feel his hands in her hair as he praised her.
He slammed the door as soon as they were inside, then came up behind her and
reached around her neck to undo the cape.
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It fell to the floor and, when she started to move away from it, he put his hands on her
shoulder.
Stay in place. His fingers were on the lacings of her bodice now, making short work
of undoing what had taken her so long to fasten. When it was partially undone he pushed
the material off her shoulders, down far enough to free her breasts, the costume effectively
holding her arms in place.
Mine, he growled in her ear. Say it.
I m yours, Master Cedric.
His growl deepened and she shivered. Knees. When she was in position, her head
bowed, arms behind her back, he walked around her, as if trying to decide the best way to
take her.
The first time I saw you, I knew you were submissive. I told Toffer I wasn t going to
fuck you, not going to push it. I ve been burned too.
Her body stiffened at his words. She d never thought of that, never considered that he
hadn t wanted the story of the starlet he d topped to make the papers. Of course he wouldn t,
would he? Who would want their sex life splashed around for everyone to see and talk
about?
After having you just once, I knew you were my perfect submissive. The one woman
who I could keep in my life forever, who would never betray me and what we shared.
This time his words cut into her. I m sorry it took me so long, Master.
He crouched down so they were face to face. No, you misunderstand what I m saying.
Yes, I m sorry about that too. I m thrilled that I ve found you, that we ve found each other. I
never want you to leave me, Kennedy. I want to collar you tonight, here, just the two of us.
And then, later, I want you to marry me, to be my wife. Do you want that too?
Her lips trembled as she nodded. Yes, Master, I want to be your wife, and your
collared sub.
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Cedric stood and walked to the desk. He was back seconds later, holding out a golden
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