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before? Yes. She could trust Trevor. She must—at this point, there was no going back. Or was there?
    Breathe.
    So now she was alone now with him. With Trevor.
    Elisabeth could sense he was quite close to her, despite being unable to see him, her eyes still shut. A whiff of expensive cologne that reminded her of something—someone?—and then the heat of his hand on her chilled face. She whimpered, scared now.
    She didn’t know this man. What he was into. What he’d do to her, or make her do to him. Men had some kinky tastes, that she did know.
    “Are you okay doing this?” he asked. “Do I have your consent?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Open your eyes, Elisabeth. Look at me.”
    She obeyed, and saw he’d dimmed the lighting, casting the guest bedroom in shadow, though still softly lit. Sconces on the walls threw golden highlights across the mahogany furniture.
    “You look frightened,” Trevor whispered. “Were you scared I was going to slap you?”
    Why would such a gorgeous man want her, when he could have anyone? His dark hair, neatly trimmed, contrasted sharply with green eyes the color of the emerald ring her mother had given her before she passed. Of course, that emerald was of poor quality, cloudy with flecks of—
    “You need to answer me when I ask you a direct question,” Trevor prompted.
    Well, then. Let the games begin.
    “I forgot the question,” she lied, and gave him what Gregory always called her “brat face,” but that she preferred to think of as a cheeky grin.
    “Then I imagine you’re not too frightened to continue.”
    Elisabeth laughed. Trevor was totally different from Gregory. From the flogging he’d given her at the club it was clear he knew what he was doing. So what did he need her for? Certainly not to practice on.
    “Keep laughing, princess.”
    She promptly shut her mouth, her gaze flickering involuntarily over to the large duffel bag on the low dresser across the room. He’d brought it in with him.
    “I don’t like to slap faces, but I will make it difficult for you to sleep comfortably tonight.”
    “Sorry, sir,” she replied, as nonchalantly as possible, hoping to make it clear she wasn’t sorry. Her nerves continued their skitter jangle, but now she was in her element. She knew how to force a man to earn her respect.
    Technically she was supposed to submit to and respect him automatically because Gregory had ordered her to, but that’s not how it worked for her. Never had.
    “No you’re not,” he said.
    “I’m not,” she agreed. “I’m a fucking masochist. A pain-slut, remember? Do your worst.”
    Trevor reached out casually and grabbed her by her hair, twisting the black strands in his fingers until she felt the sting on her scalp. “As you wish.”
    Nice.
    He led her up off the bed by the hair, toward the dresser, toward the black duffel bag.
    “You’re in luck tonight, Elisabeth. You get to pick some toys, and I get to decide how they’re used. Deal?”
    “We don’t need to make a deal. You own me tonight.”
    “What’s your safeword?”
    “I never safeword,” she said. “Never. I told you I like it rough.”
    “Well then you might need a safeword if I become a little too kind. I’ve been known to do that once in a while.” As if to prove his point, he let go of his iron-grip on her hair.
    She resisted the urge to rub her tingling scalp. “Fine. Just in case you get a little too kind and I need you to stop so we can reevaluate, my safeword is Teotwawki .”
    “That’s not Japanese, is it? Because Roman’s the only one who knows Japanese.”
    “It’s an acronym. I didn’t make it up. It stands for The End Of The World As We Know It. Teotwawki. Because if I use that safeword—”
    “I get it,” he said. “Very cute.”
    “It’s not fucking cute. It’s my safeword, and I’ve never had to use it.”
    “I don’t intend to push you past your boundaries just because you’re living in my home,” he said softly, as if soothing a