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to him.
    I fell to my knees and averted my eyes to the ground.
    “Sir,” I said softly.
    “Adriana…” Callum said, but his voice was less harsh, with just the tiniest bit of falter in it.
    “Please, sir.”
    “Please, sir, what?” he demanded, and the wheels on the bottom of his heavy leather chair were pivoting in the carpet as he turned toward me.
    “Take it out on me, sir.”
    “Take what out on you, Adriana?”
    “Instead of drinking,” I whispered. “Whatever it is you’re trying to forget about, to run from. Take it out on my body instead.” My skin was already flushing warm with the anticipation of what that would mean.
    “Adriana,” he said, and I could hear the tension in his voice, the break at the end.
    “Sir,” I said, and I kept my eyes to the ground. I waited a moment, time suspended, my heart beating so fast in my chest it felt like it was going to come bursting out, like a flock of birds beating their wings and struggling to break free. I wanted him to punish me. He’d primed my body to be ready for him, to want to be used for his pleasure.
    I wanted to submit.
    He reached down and cupped my chin in his hand, tilted it up so that I was forced to look at him. “Are you sure, baby?” he whispered. His thumb brushed my bottom lip.
    “I’m sure,” I whispered.
    His eyes were burning bright as his gaze slid up my body, taking me in, down on the ground, on my knees, ready to take direction, to act out his every desire. I could almost see his mind working, his eyes blazing with hunger and need as he worked over what he would do to me.
    He leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine, his tongue tangling with mine, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip as he released the kiss.
    “You know your safe word, Lemon?” he whispered.
    I nodded.
    “Do you trust me?”
    I nodded again. “I trust you, Callum.”
    “Eyes on the ground, baby.”
    I put my eyes back to the ground, and he turned his chair away from me.
    “Stand up and walk to the couch, Adriana.”
    I stood up and walked to the leather couch that was pushed up against the far wall of his office.
    “Face the wall.”
    I turned around and faced the wall, my heart still beating rapidly in my chest. A second later, I sensed him behind me. I could smell his cologne, woodsy and fresh, felt his chest push against my back as he brushed my hair back from my neck and kissed the sensitive spot there.
    His hands reached for the zipper of my dress and he pulled it down softly, slowly, the sound echoing through the empty room. If I listened closely, I could hear the muted sound of Callum’s employees through the door, all of them working, not knowing that I was in here about to get whatever it was done to me that was about to be done.
    My body ached for him, an ache that settled between my legs.
    “Why didn’t you answer my text messages, Adriana?” Callum’s breath tickled my neck as his hands found my shoulders and began to massage them gently. I loved the way he said my name, and I felt my panties starting to get wet.
    “I was in a meeting, sir.”
    “Do you remember what the contract you signed said, Adriana?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “What did it say?”
    “It said that I was to be available to you at all times, that I was to answer any text messages immediately.”
    His began to slide my dress down over my shoulders, the silky material brushing against my skin as his lips returned to the back of my neck and kissed me softly.
    It was a tease, a horrible tease. He was being soft with me, but I knew my punishment was going to come soon, that it was going to be extreme and hard and rough.
    He tugged my dress down over my hips and it pooled onto the floor. “Step out of your dress.”
    I stepped out of it.
    I was left standing there in the lingerie he’d left for me this morning, a tiny g-string that barely covered my pussy, a garter belt and set of stockings, a black lace see through push-up bra.
    Callum’s hands twisted my hair into a