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list?”
    “Nothing, Sir.”
    No limits? Christ. “Crop?”
    “Fine, Sir.”
    “Cane?”
    She moved slightly. He couldn’t tell whether the motion was from fear or anticipation.
    “It’s okay, Sir.” Her voice a little softer, she added, “If wielded correctly.”
    “You’ve had a bad experience?”
    “Two of them, including a bruised kidney.”
    He winced.
    “It wasn’t at the club, and it was a long time ago.” She’d been looking for something, anything, to satisfy her.
    “Were you playing without a safe word?”
    “No, Sir. I just didn’t use it.”
    Little fool. She needed someone to look after her. She didn’t seem like the reckless type, but really, what the hell did he really know? How well could you ever really know another person? Just because he understood her behavior, he didn’t excuse it. “Yet you’d let me cane you tonight?”
    “Of course, Sir.”
    She’d been injured and she was still unwilling to take it off the table? Obviously Alani wanted something she’d never gotten. Emotional connection? True submission?
    She’d tried to goad him earlier, and he wondered if she’d pushed the other unnamed dom in her search for the place inside her that only pain could bring.
    He understood the allure of subspace where adrenaline combined with the bliss of endorphins and nothing else existed. He found something similar when he was in combat, a rifle in hand. He thrived in those moments, walking the precipice, unsure whether he’d live or die. Every sense was hyperaware and nothing existed but the moment. It was difficult to recreate those moments.
    If he were honest, that’s why he drove his vehicles too fast, too near the edge of Colorado’s mountain passes. Extreme skiing and rock climbing came close to the rush, but nothing compared to combat.
    He’d mostly learned to control his clawing need for the adrenaline fix, channeling the energy into gym time. All too well, he understood the complex seduction of the body’s own medicine cabinet. “My belt,” he told her. “We’ll start with my belt tonight.”
    She spread her legs just a little farther apart in silent, maybe unconscious, invitation.
    “How many do you deserve?”
    “As many as Sir deems necessary.”
    “Ten.”
    She released a soft huff of disappointment.
    “I beg your pardon?” he asked.
    “Ten will be perfect, Sir,” she said. “Thank you.”
    “It would have been an even dozen if you hadn’t tried to manipulate me.” He moved behind her and none too gently rubbed her ass cheeks and upper thighs, increasing blood flow to the area so she didn’t bruise as easily.
    His motions moved her about the desk, marring the surface with her sweat. Soon, he hoped, it would also be covered with her tears and arousal.
    She inched backward, wordlessly seeking his touch. “Stay still, sub. This is punishment. I won’t hit you hard enough or long enough for you to get off; that’s part of your retraining. Denial.”
    “I’d rather have a beating, Sir.”
    “And I’d rather have your pussy weeping for an orgasm and you walking around forbidden to touch yourself.” Indeed, he believed it was the only way she’d learn to temper her needs, and she’d actually enjoy subspace more when she got there. He pinched her clit.
    She squealed and arched her spine. She exhaled deeply, then settled against the wood.
    “Do you have something to say?” he prompted.
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “You do have some rudimentary manners.”
    “I’ll try to do better, Sir.”
    He moved toward the front of the desk, shoving aside Marcus’s chair. “Unbuckle my belt.” He knew the order wasn’t an easy one to follow.
    She lifted her head and released her grip on the desk.
    “Quickly.”
    She fumbled. Despite his instruction, he really didn’t care if it took her a long time. The sight of her being so obedient, her hair spilling everywhere, was its own reward. “Shall I deduct more stripes?”
    “No, Sir!”
    He grinned, glad she was