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“I’ll definitely come by. When’s your opening night?” Theo continued.

Jesus. They were just going to sit and chit-chat and pretend she wasn’t there at all. It was worse than when he was reprimanding her, worse than anything. She’d completely disappeared. She dug her nails into her thighs even harder, and Theo dropped his hand from the back of her neck. He wasn’t touching her anywhere, just continuing with his conversation with Morgan about her stupid photography.

She bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. And still he ignored her. She was on the verge of throwing the biggest hissy fit of her life when she caught Julian’s gaze again. He raised a brow, smug satisfaction all over his face, and the look was like a gut-punch.

It was a test. Theo said he had her under control, and Julian was testing it. That’s why Julian hadn’t pulled Morgan away. Lucinda shut her eyes for a moment and reined in all her emotions. She counted to ten in her head and tried to remember everything Theo had said. Tried to remember that he loved her and he wanted her to be his alone. And then she remembered his promise.

In a quick move, she lifted to her feet and crossed the room to the rack of equipment against the wall. She grabbed a flogger and moved back to Theo, dropping to her knees in front of him and bowing her head. She held the flogger up with both hands, presenting it to him like it was a gift.

She swallowed and then said in a shaky voice, “Master?”

∙•∙

His brat was spectacular. He’d watched her grow increasingly agitated. Watched her dig her nails into her perfect skin. And he waited. Waited to see if she trusted him enough. Waited to see if she could handle it. Waited to see what would finally set her off.

And she had undone him with her request.

“If you’ll excuse me, Morgan and Julian. I’ll speak with you later.”

Julian looked at Lucinda bowed before Theo. “I would’ve never believed it. Well done there.” Then he steered Morgan away and into a quiet corner.

Theo tilted Lucinda’s chin up. “That was very hard for you, brat?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And you brought this to me because you trust me to give you what you need.”

“I trust you with everything I have, Master.”

“Good. Because I’m going to beat your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

She whimpered, and it was like a balm to his soul. She still wanted the pain. Even now. Even after finding solid ground as his submissive, she still wanted everything he could give her.

He took the flogger and leaned forward, tracing his fingers down her soft cheeks. She was magnificent in every way.

“Move in with me, sweetheart.”

She startled back. “Really?”

He was going to wait to answer. Plan out something amazing. But watching her tonight, he didn’t want to wait. He wanted her to know she was his everything. “Yes. Really. I want access to you all the time. I want my gorgeous slut waiting in my gorgeous house for me to make her scream.”

She smiled. “It’s about time you asked me.”

“Oh brat, you’ve just earned yourself a ball gag with that comment.”

She rolled her eyes. “Promises, promises.”

He lifted her to her feet and moved toward the spanking platform at the end of the room. Yes, promises, promises, and he intended to keep every single one.

Lucinda was happier than she’d ever been. Fully moved into Theo’s house. She had enrolled in some online classes to knock out some pre-reqs before she went back to school for real to get her arts education degree.

She taught her last class at Terra Incognita today. It was bittersweet, but she wanted to focus on her schooling, and Theo had converted one of his extra rooms into a pottery studio for her. Even promising her a kiln for Christmas.

It was late by the time she packed up her personal belongings and left the studio, the streets of St. Paul mostly quiet. She walked toward her car—the one Theo had bought her when she’d been in Georgia after finding her POS old one wasn’t worth fixing. She grinned at the absurdity of her owning such a lavish Lexus just to get to and from school. But she had no say in its purchase. She’d simply come home from Georgia and found her old beat-up unreliable piece of shit gone and this sleek black machine in its place. She heard the locks disengage as she approached the vehicle, and then she hesitated a step, tingles prickling up her neck. She quickened her pace and heard footsteps behind her. She fumbled for her cell phone, but before she could get it out, a body smashed her up against her car, blanketing her.

For a brief fraction of a second, her entire life flashed before her. And the injustice of it was overwhelming just when she’d gotten her life together.

She was about to scream when she heard a familiar voice whisper, “Fight me, brat.”

The nerves in her stomach shifted to something darker, something hungrier. And for a second, she felt ashamed by how much she wanted this.

But her pussy spoke for her, flooding with wetness at the breath hitting her neck and ear.

“You think I don’t understand you, sweetheart?” Theo said, his voice so soft but his body still pressed tightly against her. His hand slipped up to circle her neck. “You said no hard limits. And I’m guessing you’ve wanted to try this one for a while. If I’m wrong, you’ve got your safe word. You trust that I’ll stop immediately, don’t you, sweetheart?” He kicked her legs apart and pressed his thigh between them.

“Yes,” she breathed. She did trust. That’s why this game was so thrilling. Because she trusted him absolutely.

“Then fight me.”

With that, she twisted around and pushed him off, kicking him so he buckled to his knees. She dragged open her car door, but he was on her in a second, barely winded. She clawed at him, and he gripped both her hands above her head and pressed her body into the empty space between the door and the frame of the car. Her shoulders screamed in pain where he pressed them into the roof.

“Come on, my little fuck slut. Is that the best you’ve got?”

She kicked him again, but he’d sunk himself between her thighs, and with her arms pinned she had no purchase. Her breath was fast and choppy, and her tits ached where they pressed against her shirt.

“I’m so glad I insisted you start wearing skirts to work,” he said, flipping up the material and ripping her panties in one quick movement. He stuffed the torn material in his pocket as he continued, “I told you I liked you available to me.”

She bucked harder, trying to get him off at the same time her pussy was so wet she could feel it dripping down her thighs. He stabbed two fingers inside her, and she screamed. He added a third, and it hurt enough for her to come. Her body quaked, and he pulled out his fingers, lapping at them as he looked at her with his dark, dark eyes.

“I’m going to eat this pussy all night long when we get home. Then I’m going to shove my cock down your throat until you gag.”

She whimpered. “Yes.”

“You’re my perfect slut. Always so ready for every game.”

He opened up the fly to his pants and dug his fingers into her hips as he thrust into her. She screamed again, begging him to take her, fuck her, make her his.

Just as quickly, he removed his cock from her dripping pussy, yanked the torn panties from his pocket, and stuffed the wad of satin in her mouth, jamming it too hard, so much so that she fought against her gag reflex. He pressed on her chest, forcing her to bend and fold until she fell into the driver’s seat.

“Climb into the back. Lie on the floor behind the driver’s seat.”

She stared up at him, blinking through her shock.

“Now, slut. Do it.” He bent forward and thrust his hand between her legs, forcing them apart from her awkward position sideways in the seat. The steering wheel dug into her side as she leaned that direction to avoid his fingers.

She didn’t have space to escape him though, and he pinched her clit so hard she yelped behind the gag.

When he released her, he lifted one eyebrow. “Move.”

She scrambled with no level of grace to the back seat, climbing over the console to do so.

“Take your clothes off. And your bra. I want you naked on the floor with your hands clasped behind your back.”

She struggled to pull her dress over her head, letting it fall in a heap on the bench while Theo climbed behind the wheel. He cussed under his breath about the leg room. Seconds later, as he slammed the door, the seat closed in on her, giving him the space he needed and shrinking her spot as she popped her bra open with shaky fingers.

“On your hands and knees, slut. Face pressed to the floor,” he ordered as he pulled out of her spot and turned onto the street.

She inhaled slowly through her nose, hoping no one had seen him attack her in the parking lot. It was unlikely since she was the last one to leave the building, but getting pulled over would ruin her fantasy and land them both in hot water with the cop trying to explain the laws of consent.

As she pressed her cheek to the rough carpet on the bump separating the two halves of the car, she lowered her ass to her heels and clasped her hands behind her back. Her tits hung low enough to drag against the rug, making her nipples pucker farther with every turn and bump in the road.

Suddenly the car came to an abrupt halt, so sharp she slammed into the back of Theo’s seat and lost her bearings for a moment. Before she could consider what he was up to, he had jumped from the car, yanked the back door open, and slipped a tight blindfold over her eyes.

She moaned into her panties, shocked by how much her arousal shot up with each horrific action.

When he grabbed her wrists and wound a rope around them to secure them at her lower back, she squeezed her legs together. This was wrong. She knew it in her brain. But her heart reminded her to trust him. She knew he would never push her farther than she could tolerate. Her only real concern was how embarrassed she would be when it was all over and she had to face how fucking amazingly hot the experience had been.

She was already so close to the edge she could come easily at a simple command.

Theo grabbed her roughly around the waist and yanked her out of the car. He stood her on the ground and kneeled at her feet to remove her strappy heels.

Harsh gravel met her bare feet when she set them down. It stung. And it felt so good at the same time. It grounded her in a way.

“Do as your told, slut, or suffer the consequences. Got it?”

She nodded subtly, unable to speak or see.

He grabbed her shoulders and tugged her forward, nearly dragging her to the rear of the car. The gravel should have hurt more than it did, but her adrenaline was running so high, she could barely feel a thing. She figured the bottoms of her feet would hurt like a son of a bitch tomorrow.

When he spun her around to face the trunk, he pressed her chest down over the cold metal and pried one of her hands open at the base of her back. He closed her hand once again over a ball of some sort. “This is your safe word, slut. Use it if you need it. If you don’t, I will punish you later.”

She breathed out a sigh through her nose, half wishing he hadn’t interrupted the erotic scene to insert a safety measure. But she knew him well enough to realize he would never jeopardize their relationship by leaving anything to chance.

It calmed her, but only for a moment. She squeezed the small ball tight, knowing she would have to concentrate to avoid accidentally dropping it in the heat of the scene.

Theo leaned over her naked body as she shivered from the cold. He pressed her chest hard into the freezing metal and then tugged her hair to one side and applied enough pressure to one side of her face to almost bruise the other side against the trunk. His mouth was close to her when he spoke again. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you, slut?”

She didn’t move an inch.

He lifted her head slightly and then pushed it back against the hard surface just enough to make her pay attention. “Don’t you?” His voice rose.

She nodded as much as she could under the pressure of his hand on her head.

“My slut likes to be fucked. Hard.”

She nodded again as he released her head.

“Spread your legs wider, slut.”

She stepped out.

“Wider,” he yelled as his hand landed on her ass with a slap so hard he startled her.

She whimpered behind the gag, her pussy flooding once again. She knew her wetness would soon be running all the way down her leg, and again she felt a level of shame at how much he aroused her and the fact that he would soon have evidence of this.

He grabbed her ass cheeks roughly and spread them open. “You like this, don’t you, slut? You like being put on display, not knowing who might be watching your naked body.”

She shivered.

He was right. She had no idea where they were or who might be a captive audience. She could hear nothing. And honestly, she didn’t care if the entire neighborhood watched her as long as he fucked her soon and let her come. She craved the thickness of his cock filling her like never before.

His hand landed on her ass again, harder than the last time, right at the juncture of her thighs.

She jerked forward.

“Stay still, slut.”

When he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, she sucked in a deep breath and then held it. He pressed his body between her legs, his cock, completely free of his pants, lodging between her cheeks. He wrapped his free hand around her neck and squeezed just enough to send her into a mild panic.

He hadn’t used a breath choke or a blood choke on her since the one instance months ago, before she’d left him for Atlanta. But his fingers gripping her around the neck felt amazing.

She was shameless, but she couldn’t stop. She loved it. Loved him. Loved the way his face had looked as he pounded into her and held her neck in a chokehold, though never pressing hard enough to hurt her. Would he hurt her now? She knew he wouldn’t do anything permanent, but he’d also never left marks on her where people could see them. If he bruised her neck, she would wear his mark like a badge of pride, and she half-willed him to do just that.

Suddenly, he released her neck and settled her cheek against the trunk again. “My slut is so kinky,” he commented. “I love it.”