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tried to keep his tone even and chilly, but the words came out hoarse with need.
    “N—”
    “ Truth .”
    Her breath sobbed out and she went limp, her head almost touching the carpet. “Yes, Sir.”
    Thank Christ. He didn’t waste any time pushing a finger into her again. Her wet heat tightened around him and, this time, he couldn’t hold back a groan. “How long?” She didn’t answer, so he worked a second finger into her. “How long since you let a man touch you like this?”
    “Will—”
    He withdrew long enough to rip her panties off, leaving her bare from the waist down, except for her garters. It was a picture meant to be marveled at, and he had no problem showing his appreciation. He lifted her, keeping a hold of her to ensure she didn’t topple over, and pulled her in to straddle him. She caught herself on his shoulders as he spread his legs, forcing hers wider. He took in her wide eyes and the way her body shook with each breath she took. She was right there with him.
    Good.
    He traced his thumbs beneath the strap of the garter, up to where it wrapped around her waist, and then down to the dip where thigh met pussy. A glint of metal caught his eye. “Pierced.” He parted her, revealing the curved metal barbell that nestled up against her clit. “How long have you had this?”
    “A few years.” She bit her lip. “I got it after I graduated college.”
    “Because of a boyfriend?” He rolled his thumb over it, contemplating the possibilities and attempting to convince himself he didn’t truly care what her answer was.
    “No. It was something I wanted, so I got one.”
    No hesitation and no questioning. She’d wanted something, so she’d gone out and pursued it. “Do you do that with everything in your life?”
    “Yes.” She caught herself. “Yes, Sir.”
    He sat back, sliding his hands down the outside of her thighs to cup her knees. “Show me how you like it.”
    She blinked. “Excuse me?”
    He took one of her hands off his shoulder and pressed it between her legs. “You want an orgasm? Give yourself one.”
    …
    They’d gone from zero to a solid sixty-five in three seconds. Penelope stared into his blue eyes, frozen by the heat there. If she’d thought the flash before was shocking, the sheer desire written over his face now was enough to leave her reeling. He wanted her—though want was too mild a word for the look he raked over the front of her body, branding her to the core.
    “Take off the dress.” He eyed it with something like distaste. “I gave explicit instructions—only your underwear.”
    That brought her back to reality. Will being rude. Surprise, surprise. “Sugar, I wasn’t going to walk around New York City with only a coat between me and the rest of the world.”
    His hands coasted up her body, skimming the dress off her and tossed it aside. “Next time, you’ll be wearing nothing at all underneath the coat.”
    Crap. Her nipples tightened at the thought of being basically naked and surrounded by unknowing people. Naturally, the bastard saw her reaction. “Touch yourself, Penelope. My patience is wearing thin.”
    She actually stroked her clit a few times before she realized she’d just obeyed without a fight. They’d been in this room less than ten minutes, and she was already well on her way to being a good little sub. She watched his face, the way he followed her fingers’ movement getting her hot despite herself. “Did you know?”
    “Hmm?” He moved his hands back up her thighs to stroke the straps of her garters.
    “Did you know you were going to win when we made the bet?”
    He finally raised his gaze from where she touched herself. “I suspected.”
    She remembered how cocky she’d felt, more than willing to rub Will’s face in her success. She’d been a damn idiot. “You’re an asshole.”
    He didn’t so much as blink. “And you’re a disobedient sub. Do you know what I do to subs who disobey?”
    She had a feeling she was about to