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words.” He fought a grin. “Use them if you need to.”
    She shrugged.
    He took her face in his hands. “I need to know that you will.”
    “Don’t worry, I will.” The defiance was returning to her voice. Or was it merely annoyance?
    “One more question,” he said, “just so I understand your tolerance. When I slapped your ass, after the initial sting, did it feel good?”
    “Good isn’t the word I’d choose.” Her cheeks flared red. He could tell that she wanted to look away, but they stayed locked in a staring contest. She wasn’t going to back down. Neither would he.
    Through her silence he could almost hear an inner struggle. She’d liked the pain. She wanted him to do the same things to her again, and more—why else would she demand to continue?—but she didn’t want to admit it.
    “The script you gave me included a little rough play and bondage, right?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then trust me, Deana. Twinges of pain will heighten your pleasure, help you forget where you are, help you give up control.” He smacked her ass. She tried to step back from him, but he wouldn’t let her.
    “I liked it when you slapped my—the other place, better.”
    He grinned and lowered his lips to her ear. “As you wish.” He slipped the blindfold over her eyes and led her to the other room. She was way more relaxed than yesterday but still wasn’t showing any signs of yielding control.
    He realized his mistake. Even if she were letting him guide things, if he followed yesterday’s actions too closely, this wouldn’t work. She shouldn’t know what was coming next.
    He stopped. “Down on your knees.”
    Her shoulders hitched, but she knelt.
    “On all fours.”
    She did that too, her back arching slightly and her lush ass sticking up. He slapped it. She yelped, but pushed her ass higher. He spanked her again and again, until her skin was warm and pink and so inviting he wanted to lick it until she was soothed.
    He grabbed a leather leash and clipped it to the back of her thong.
    He paused, watching her anticipation and discomfort grow. She turned her blindfolded head as if that might help her figure out his next move. Then, when she started to relax her back, he tugged up on the leash, pulling the thong’s beads hard against her.
    A gasp escaped her lips. He spanked her, then he tugged on the leash again, nearly pulling her up off the floor. Worried he was hurting her, he released the pressure, but she circled her hips, clearly wanting more.
    He pulled again, hard enough to force her to crawl. He circled the room, tugging different directions to keep her off her guard. Her cheeks were bright pink—both her face and her ass—by the time he led her through the double doors and into the other room.
    “On your feet,” he commanded, doing his best to sound intimidating.
    She did as she was told, and he winced when he saw that her knees were rug-burned. He hadn’t meant for that to happen.
    Her lips parted slightly, and it was all he could do not to capture them in a kiss.
    Nearly panting, he moved behind her, then yanked on the leash. She fell against him, and he hissed as her lush, hot ass landed against his dick. He’d come back today for the wrong reasons.
    He lifted her onto the table and restrained her with ease. She wasn’t fighting back—at all—yet even though she could barely move, even though her legs were splayed with her pussy and ass exposed, it still felt like she was the one in control. That had to end.
    He flicked her sex with a leather strap. She bucked.
    Then, choosing a long feather, he drew it up and down and over her torso. He circled it around her breasts, trailing it over her neck, teasing it through the hair of her bush, the folds of her cunt. She sucked in a ragged breath. He flicked her pussy with the leather again, and she choked back a moan, pushing her pelvis up in blatant invitation. Her pussy was slick, bright pink with arousal and no doubt burning from the leather strap. Trying to