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to her body?
    The woman before him was so different from the one he’d seen interact with Master Richard. With the other dom, she had been saucy. With him, she was much more subdued. He preferred some sort of hybrid. He didn’t want false reactions from her, but he wanted everything she could possibly offer. “Remove your blouse.”
    She unfastened the buttons from bottom to top. Most likely that’s the way Marcus had trained her. If only by a few seconds, the anticipation built.
    She shrugged off the sheer material and draped it over the chair.
    The shelf bra supported her breasts but left her nipples exposed.
    Without being reminded, she placed her hands behind her head again.
    “Pinch your nipples.”
    She did.
    “Hard.”
    She tugged on her nipples, twisting and pulling.
    “Harder.”
    Her eyes closed as she applied more and more pressure.
    “Is your cunt wet?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she said, obviously getting into the sensation.
    “Show me, painslut.”
    She opened her eyes wide.
    “ Show me, ” he repeated.
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Her eyelids drooped slightly.
    His language and demand had clearly been a shock, but one that turned her on.
    Alani released one breast. She slid her free hand down her stomach, across her bare pubic area. She delved lower, easing her fingers between her legs.
    She was behaving as if she were putting on a show for him, and he didn’t object. She was sensuous, and he’d bet most of it was unconscious and unrehearsed. Maybe some of it was training, but it seemed instinctive.
    Drawing out the motion, she eventually inserted her first two fingers in her pussy.
    He noticed how deliberate her actions were. She was being careful not to touch her engorged clit. Smart girl; he hadn’t given her permission to touch herself there.
    She finger-fucked herself for a couple of strokes, gyrating her hips as she surrendered.
    “Uhm,” she said, the single word more like a moan. “Thank you, Sir.”
    Damn, he could watch her all day. No wonder she was the most sought-after sub in the club.
    She wasn’t his typical fantasy. He generally preferred willowy blondes. But Alani Dane was hot. He was developing a sudden and real appreciation for this petite sub with sun-kissed skin. He wanted to dig his hands into her dark, thick hair, holding her head captive while he fucked her from behind. Her liquid eyes held secrets, and her lush mouth held untold promises.
    Unlike earlier this evening, there was nothing affected about her behavior. Her reactions were honest and seemed to flow naturally.
    She held out a hand and showed him the moisture on her fingertips.
    “Taste yourself,” he told her.
    Holding his gaze, she brought her fingers up to her mouth and gently sucked.
    Jesus.
    Her actions were brazen as she licked and then sucked again. She was simulating giving him head.
    He resisted the need to adjust his slacks. No way was he letting this little minx know how much power she had. “The desk, Alani. Now.”
    She dropped her hand to her sides. “Are you going to spank me, Sir?”
    Her words were spoken softly, a dance carefully constructed to manipulate him.
    “Yes.”
    “Will it hurt, Sir?”
    “Alani, you may be accustomed to topping from the bottom, which isn’t something Master Marcus had noted, but it’s something we’re going to work on during your retraining.”
    She blinked.
    He liked having this lovely woman off balance.
    “Sir?”
    “Retraining will be part of your continued employment, will it not?” When she didn’t answer, he said, “If I have to tell you to get your ass over that desk one more time, you’ll be checking coats at the front desk for the rest of your career.”
    She moved. Again, not quickly, but deliberately. His cock hadn’t been this hard in seven months, since before he’d left for Iraq. Many times over the years, carrying an assault rifle and wearing body armor, he’d faced a cold and hardened enemy. But that didn’t seem to be as much of a