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of courage, and in a place without loving memories attached to it, maybe she could ask her questions, make her demands, and get the answers she needed.
    Yes, an anonymous hotel room was the perfect place for what would undoubtedly be an emotionally devastating scene. The fact that she was drunk gave her the courage and needed backbone to face Taurus as a woman, and not the mouse he had nicknamed her on their first meeting.
    When Taurus had released her and turned away, she moved without thinking and stripped off her T-shirt, skirt, and shoes. She might as well bare her body as well as her soul to the man she loved. Hopefully her near nudity would keep him off-kilter enough to gain her the advantage.
    If she had to, she would walk away in the morning. After all, the right man could not come into her life if she remained focused on the wrong one. But her heart told her once again that Taurus was the right man even if he refused to acknowledge it.
    After asking her question, she immediately wished she could call the words back and forget the whole afternoon and evening had ever happened. Turning her back to Taurus, she wrapped her arms around her middle, hoping to hold herself together emotionally, though she knew it would be an impossible task. As her tears overflowed, she listened for the snick of the door closing as Taurus, her Master and one true love, walked out on her.
    It never came.
    She did not realize he had moved until his arms came around her and pulled her back to rest against his big, warm, clothed body. “What makes you think I don’t love you?” he asked in voice soft and low.

Chapter 5
     
    Whitney froze at his question. How could she answer that? All at once, her wine-bolstered courage drained away. How could she voice the thoughts she had been brooding over for weeks?
    Taking a deep breath, she shook her head. Sniffing back tears of heartbreak that were pressing for release, she said hoarsely, “It’s not important.”
    She squeaked when Taurus spun her around and planted his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them tight when she tried to pull away. He then bent down until they were nose to nose.
    “It damn well is important. You walked away without a word, without talking to me, without telling me what went wrong? Should I go away and leave you alone? Is it over between us?”
    Whitney stared into the depths of his emerald-green eyes, seeing love and hurt glowing there. “I’m sorry. It’s just…we’ve been together for two years now and…and…” her voice trailed off as the misery she had felt earlier that day swamped her once more.
    “And what, sweetheart?” he encouraged gently.
    “And I feel like you’ve grown tired of me. You never scene in the club with me anymore, but you’re quick to volunteer when some other Dom needs a hand. We’ve been together two years. In all that time you’ve never given me a collar or a ring or anything else to tell the world I mean anything to you. And then last month you introduced me to that man as your ‘good friend.’” When she felt his fingers go slack on her shoulders, she jerked from his grasp and backed away. “I can’t remember the last time you spanked me.”
    “Then it’s way past time,” he said with a growl as he crossed to her and grabbed her shoulder. He twirled her around to face him then bent and lifted her up onto his left shoulder.
    “What the hell?” she squealed in protest.
    A hard swat in the center of her ass shocked the fight out of her and caused her cunt to cream. A moment later, he set her down, but before she could step away, he grabbed her wrists. Pulling out the straight-back chair at the desk, he sat down before jerking her over his lap. She landed across his lap with an audible oomph as her breath left her in a rush.
    His fingers slid between her thighs, and he jerked open the crotch of her teddy. After pushing the material up her back and out of his way, he held her braced steady in his lap with one arm across