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    Closing her eyes, she welcomed her sleep…until the noise began.
    No doubt the club was in full swing and so were the whips. Tosh had expected something more along the line of thumping music to set the rhythm, but it didn’t take much imagination to guess the moves they were making.
    Tossing from one side to the other, she tried to find peace, but there was none to be had, and she was ready to scream. This wouldn’t work, her curiosity was killing her, and she had to see who was calling out those mind-blowing moans and what was causing them. If she could be driven to such ecstasy, then there would never be a reason for anyone to call her a postulant again.
    The tile floor was cold to Tosh’s bare feet, and she took several small steps to make her way down the hall. If her memory served her correctly, then she was only a door away from where the noise should be coming from, but stealth was required. After Mr. Richard’s threatening “is that clear,” she didn’t want to know what would be facing her should he catch her.
    A vibrant red butt was playfully swishing in the air, teasing the riding crop that was pulled back ready to strike. Tosh couldn’t make out much from the narrow crack of an inch she had pulled the door open, but seeing what swung with a whoosh, the moans she had been hearing were a man’s and they grew louder every time the woman in black snapped the crop down on him. Her red hair was pulled back tightly in a ponytail and without a word or look at her face, Tosh could guess who the woman was.
    Tosh’s breath was cut short with every blow the woman made. She had never seen anything so terrifying or erotic before, and she had never been more turned on in her life. The teasing that she had endured from Mr. Richard’s touch didn’t leave her as wet as she was now. Every time her thighs flexed together, she could feel her own juices dripping down.
    “See anything you like, postulant?”
    Startled, Tosh looked over her shoulder the same moment Mr. Richard pushed the door closed and spun her around to pin her against the wood door with his body. She gasped in fright when he thrust his rock hard erection into her stomach, but there was no air. She was terrified beyond words.
    “You don’t seem to heed my warnings, my little postulant.” His eyes were a fury while his voice was calm and steady. “In fact, it seems the only time you can listen and take orders is when I have you on your knees. Now, if I have to punish you to make you listen, then so be it. You will learn to listen and obey me.”
    She had no chance to fight or argue, but in her fright surrendered willingly from the pressure of his hands on her shoulders and fell to her knees, wincing in an aggravated pain for her poor knees. Licking her lips, she reached up for his zipper, but he met her action with a clicking sound and a shake from his head.
    “I never said to use your hands.” Making a lizard swipe of his tongue over his top lip, his eyes darkened and his voice dropped into a deep rumble. “Now…get to work...postulant.”
    Her chest rose and fell with every nervous breath and dropping her eyes from his face, she looked at the impressive bulge that was fighting its way free. One whiff and she was addicted, even through his slacks she could smell his sex and it was catnip. Nuzzling her face into his groin, Mr. Richard braced himself with a hand against the wall and let out a hoarse moan. His postulant was a born lioness meant to serve in his pride.
    Down went his zipper, one-zipper tooth at a time gripped between her teeth. She worked at a painfully slow pace that could make him explode, but instead kept his mind alive with thoughts and images. Her breath over his dark curls was electric and filled him with dread over the lack of control he would have once she freed him entirely. When he at last sprang free from the restraint of his slacks, a breath of relief escaped his lips, and Mr. Richard was taken for a sensual loop