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shut behind Bethany. While the task he'd given her was a delightful diversion, it was still a smoke screen for his nerves. Never in all his life as a Dominant had he fucked up like he just had with her. Because, as he'd held her exhausted form against his, he'd realized for the first time in his adult life, he'd forgotten about protection. She'd gotten him so hot by the way she'd taken her punishment that he'd lost his self-control - and had forgotten all about using a rubber.
    “Fuck.” He began pacing back and forth between the couch and the doorway to the kitchen. Logically, he knew he should be worried about the fact his best friend might be carrying his baby, but honestly, a less civilized part of him wanted to howl at the moon about marking his sub in such a manner. “She's so going to kick my ass when she realizes I screwed up something as basic as birth control. A sub has to trust her master to protect her - even from his own stupidity.”
    He waited five more minutes, wanting her to be hyperaware of him when he finally entered the room. Once he confessed his sins, he had big plans of teasing her as he took her to one of the few public nude beaches in Puerto Rico. His cock hardened at the thought of keeping her on the edge of release until her juices ran down her thighs.
    But before that can happen, I need to set the scene.
    Moving into the attached bathroom where he'd left the newest instruments of her torture after he’d washed them, a slow smile crossed his face. His poor little Bethany didn't know what she was getting into, when she agreed to play by his rules. Picking up the pair of weighted glass balls from the soap dish, he admired the Ben Wa balls he’d picked out specifically with Bethany in mind. Once he inserted them in her snug little sheath, they’d drive her insane. Anticipation coursed through his veins at the thought of her muffling her moans against his chest, as he pushed her closer to release with every subtle sway of her hips.
    Ah the beauty of the Ben Wa balls. To keep her balancing on the edge with every movement.
    A release he was just sadistic enough to not allow, until he was ready to lap up all her creamy essence – in the privacy of their bungalow. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the dominant smirk on his face in the mirror. If only Bethany knew what devilry he had in store for her, she’d run the other way. She was going to have a long day of agonizing need ahead of her – to remind her of exactly who was in charge of her pleasure – or the lack of it.
    After flicking off the light, he exited the bathroom and stepped into the bedroom. A sense of satisfaction roared through him. There she was, perfectly positioned on the center of the bed like he’d asked, the late morning sun spilling over her golden shoulders and perfect ass. It also highlighted the tattoo that had been hidden by her shirt earlier.
    So that’s what she didn’t want me to see in my office – that sexy ass triskelion.
    His dick hardened in a rush at the outward symbol of BDSM. A response he was entirely used to. Put Bethany Adams in the same room with him and he’d get a hard-on every time.
    Approaching the bed, he schooled his features. “Very nice, but I don’t see the suits, Bethany.”
    She jumped a little at his voice, making him wonder if she’d been so focused on what he’d done earlier that she’d been oblivious to his entry into the room. But to her credit, she kept her gaze averted – which surprised him. It was a common mistake most subs made – considering as children they were taught to look at a person when they spoke. The fact he wouldn’t have to break her of the habit only made him more certain that she’d probably be one of the best subs he’d ever dominated.
    “They are on the dresser, Sir.” She wet her lips, but her hands remained relaxed on her thighs. “We need to talk, Sir. About earlier.”
    Glancing longingly toward the polished mahogany chest of drawers and the