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find out. She pushed off his lap, well aware that he could have easily kept her in place if he was so inclined. “I’m sure you’re all too eager to show me.”
    That damn heat in his eyes was answer enough. To her everlasting shame, she felt an answering need rising beneath her skin. She crossed her arms over her chest. “We negotiated. That’s enough for tonight.” She needed some time and space to get her head back on straight and remember that she had no business feeling anything as dangerous as desire for this man.
    “On the contrary. I’m not done with you yet.” He had her up and over his shoulder before she could draw the breath to rip him a new one.
    She bit her lip as he carried her across the room, hating how being hauled around by him made her body pulse with the beat of her heart. It shouldn’t make her squirm to be tossed over his shoulder like a sack of flour, but her body wasn’t listening. “You’re insufferable.”
    “You’re not the first one to say so.” He dropped her on the bed with enough force that she bounced.
    She immediately clenched her thighs together, refusing to let him in. “Apparently hearing it wasn’t enough to make you change your ways.”
    “Open your legs.” The command lashed her, his tone harsher than anything she’d heard before.
    Penelope flinched and obeyed. She caught herself halfway through the movement and tried to reverse it, but his hands were there, spreading her knees wide. He used his grip to haul her to the edge of the bed so her ass was halfway off the mattress. Will pressed her knees up and out, and then met her gaze. “You will hold this position.”
    She forced herself to respond. “And if I don’t?”
    “Then you’ll receive your first punishment.” He looked her over. “I don’t expect it to be your last.”
    Her mind raced in circles, torn between wanting—needing—to know what her punishment would be, and the desire to obey him. She was losing ground, and fast, but she still tried to rally. “Are you going to fuck me, Sir?”
    He went still, looking at her like she was crazy. “Normally, women don’t consider fucking me a punishment.” He let go of her legs and stepped back, that damn amusement back on his face. It was official—she hated amusing him. “For that, I think you’ll wait for the pleasure.”
    Which pleasure? Even knowing she should be happy that Will was holding off having sex, disappointment soured her stomach. It might be bad for her mental health, but the truth was that she wanted Will Reaver inside her and driving her out of her mind. He never had sex with his subs in the public playroom, but she could imagine how well he took care of them by the expressions of exhausted contentment on the women’s faces after they left a private session with him.
    Jealousy she had no right to tightened her chest. He didn’t hold back with those other women, but he was going to make her wait? Maybe she’d miscalculated. She kept very still, holding the position he’d maneuvered into and tried to put a contrite expression on her face. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
    He laughed, a deep sound that seemed to start in his stomach and roar outwards. Penelope stared. Had she ever heard him actually laugh? Chuckle, maybe. But an actual laugh? No, never.
    Will shook his head. “I suspect this week will be anything but dull with you wearing my collar.”
    As if just remembering something, he turned and walked across the room, leaving her lewdly splayed. She had the hysterical thought that she should consider herself lucky this was happening in private and not where everyone on the third floor of Serve could see.
    She doubted she’d be so lucky for the rest of the week.
    He returned with a collar. “I contemplated white, but white is a color you’ve taken as your own.” He ran the thick black leather through his hands. It was stitched with a floral pattern that might be roses, a surprisingly pretty and feminine touch. “This is to mark