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in that moment, I wanted to believe him with every fibre of my being.
    I gulped. “I didn’t sleep with Enzo,” I said quietly. My story could be corroborated by cameras. His, I would have to take on faith.
    ***
    I knelt in front of him, and extended my arms out towards him, crossed at the wrists, keeping my head lowered. The particular pose didn’t really do anything for me, but I’d played with enough members at the club to realize that some Dominants were very particular about form and protocol. I didn’t know if Antonio fell in this category, but it was safest to assume he did.
    He laughed at me. “What do you think this is, Lucia? The non-existent slave planet of some writer’s imagination? We aren’t in Gor, little thief. Get up and face me with strength.”
    I blushed and rose as he continued to laugh. “Fine,” I said, my tone grumpy. “How am I supposed to know?”
    “You aren’t,” he responded. “I’ll tell you what I want. And you’ll tell me what you want. Isn’t that how you normally play?”
    It was. But Antonio was somehow different from my play at Casanova. Antonio was real.
    “I don’t play outside the club,” I admitted.
    He raised an eyebrow. “I’m flattered, Lucia.”
    ***
    He eyed me silently for a few moments. I waited. It had been a long time since I’d played with a new partner. “Come,” he said finally. “Pick a crop.”
    I picked a rigid leather split crop, and eyed him challengingly, waiting for his comment. He grinned and found a large butt plug. “Too large, Lucia?” he asked politely. I flashed him a withering look.
    He pulled me towards him and spanked my ass hard. “Don’t test my patience, little thief,” he said with a smile. His eyes were amused. A flash of arousal shot through me at that spank. I craved this. I craved him.
    He opened a drawer, and added nipple clamps and wrist and ankle restraints to the mix. “Get naked, Lucia,” he ordered. I slid out of my t-shirt and shorts, removed my bra and panties.
    “What’s your safeword?” he asked me.
    “Madonna,” I replied. I did my best to strip out the defiance from my voice. From the laugh that met my reply, I didn’t think I had succeeded.
    “Come,” he said to me, his voice relaxed, when he had finally finished laughing. I liked watching Antonio laugh. This man was dangerously sexy.
    He led me to the bed and I waited for my instructions.
    “Lucia,” he said, his voice relaxed. “I’d like you to make eye-contact whenever I’m in front of you. But no speaking unless you are spoken to, okay?”
    I nodded silently. “Get on the bed,” he said. “Kneel, and put your elbows on the mattress. Keep your head down, lift your ass in the air.”
    I followed the volley of instructions quietly. “Good girl,” he said, his voice even as his hands stroked my ass. I moaned a little. My pussy was soaking wet. It had clenched when Antonio walked into the dungeon. It had dripped as I had knelt in front of him, and now, as he touched me, I couldn’t hold back my whimper of need.
    “I’m going to spank you now, little thief,” he said evenly, just a hint of amusement in his voice. “I had hoped that from the last spanking I gave you, that you would abandon this quest for my painting.”
    I couldn’t help myself, I wasn’t going to let that sentence go unchallenged. “It isn’t yours,” I said, my voice stubborn. “It belongs in the Doge’s Palace vaults.”
    “No speaking,” he chided. Smack. His palm found my ass, and the blow pushed me forward into the pillow. I could feel the mattress dip with his weight as he settled on the bed besides me. One hand held in the small of my back, holding me still. The other, stroking my ass and kneading it, stoking a fire in my pussy that spread through my body.
    I wanted to push into that hand, to beg and plead for him to touch my pussy. But I knew how to play. I was in his hands. I was his to pleasure or to ignore. I waited.
    Smack. Another blow on the