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fill? Not to
mention the punishment you just earned for lying to me about why you finally
said yes. A month, Jenna…minimum.”
    She glanced over at Oscar, whose mouth hung open. He mouthed
“Oh, snap,” before turning to help another member.
    How in the hell had she missed the fact that Nick was way
more astute than she’d given him credit for?
    “It’s all in the eyes, my sweet.” Damn, was he a
mindreader now, too? “It’s why for our time together I don’t want the normal
subservient pose with your eyes cast downward. I want them trained on me in all
things. I want you to know exactly who owns you for our time together. Who
smells the sweet arousal coming from between your legs, who brings you to
orgasm every night and who knows when you’re lying with your mouth as well as
your body.”
    “But I…”
    “Are you going for two punishments?”
    She straight up didn’t know what to say, so the simplest
apology seemed the easiest route before she figured out how to handle it
better. Him better. “No, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
    “Good.”
    He leaned down and the tantalizing five-o’clock shadow he
normally sported brushed against the upper curve of her breast. Her tits were
pillowed high from the bright colorful corset she wore. A moan she didn’t know
she’d choked off slithered free as he worked his way up her neck and across her
cheek to her ear.
    “A month,” he whispered and then sucked her earlobe into his
mouth. He nibbled on it, blew warm air across it and then backed away with a
purr from his deep voice. “I’m going to play with you, learn you and pleasure
you beyond your best and worst imaginings. Say yes, Jenna. Don’t overanalyze
it. Just…say yes.”
    “Yes, Sir,” passed her lips before her brain could function
past the need now clawing to get out. She was wet, swollen in all the right
places and saying yes was what she did best.
    He ran his tongue along the skin under her ear and his cock,
still concealed behind his suit jacket, brushed her abdomen. Her mouth went dry
in anticipation of him sliding inside.
    She ached to reach for him, to tuck her body against his and
get warm, so she dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands instead.
    Sex.
    That’s all she needed from him.
    Nothing more.
    She needed him to fuck her something hardcore-porn-style
with rope and leather and kinky toys—oh my.
    Everything else inside her sighed as he palmed the side of
her cheek. Her emotions could suck it.
    “So tense,” he whispered in her ear. He circled behind her,
squeezing her bare shoulders and she barely pushed the mute button on her vocal
cords before a massive sigh slipped out.
    She relaxed though, her hands unclenching, and goose bumps
ran down her arms like little Olympic medalists in the hundred-yard dash. His
thick fingers chased the goose bumps away and warmth settled between her legs.
    He didn’t comment about her reaction to him but he noticed
it. He noticed everything apparently.
    How in the world had she gotten him so wrong? He’d been so
aloof, even going so far as to act bored when he’d played with some of the
other club subs.
    She’s expected the same lack of attention to be directed at
her. It was one of the reasons she’d finally given in and said yes.
    His focus threw her off, making her doubt her resolve for a
moment and she touched his waist.
    “Want to tell me why you look so scared all of a sudden?”
    Instantly, she schooled her features into a mask of ho-hum
and snatched her hands away. She laced her fingers behind her, wasting time so
she could stop herself from shrieking at him that she didn’t want to submit to
him anymore.
    Concentration seemed to fail her but she finally found the
two words she needed. “No, Sir.”
    He nodded and stared at her. “By the end of the month you’ll
trust me with more than just your physical submission.”
    “Over my dead body, Casanova.” It was out before she could
call it back. And she not only sassed him but she leaned