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"Hey. Sorry about that. She's gone."

Marissa gave him a smile. "No need to be sorry. She ambushed us both. I called my therapist. I'm good."

He sat next to her and picked up her hand. "OK. I'm talking to Matthew tonight. He hasn't trained a house sub in a little while and some of their kinks match so it would make sense to pair them together."

Marissa nodded as if she knew exactly what he was saying.

"What now?" she asked.

"Now we either sit down here and triple check our work on the website or we go upstairs and go to bed. And by go to bed I mean I fuck you until I don't see the stress in your eyes anymore."

Marissa whistled. "I know you've got a lot of strength and stamina but that's a tall order. We better start with checking our work and finishing up the server encryption."

Lance just shook his head. "OK. Let's get to work then."

He settled into the chair next to her and set up his own tech.

“Where is Jodie now?” she asked after a few minutes of trying to focus on the task at hand.

“Don’t worry about her. I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m not worried. I just want to know where she is. I can’t focus on this.”

Lance glanced at her as he continued typing. “I paid for an extra night on her reservation at the Glenview. She lives in California so I couldn’t exactly send her home when she’s here for the weekend.”

Marissa nodded. It made sense.

“Is she upset?”

Lance shrugged. “It was honestly hard to tell. We’ve only been matched for three weeks. I haven’t gotten to know her very well, and I have no problem passing her to another Dom.”

She blew out a breath. “OK.”

Feeling better, now that she was armed with a little knowledge, she settled into their task. Three hours later, her eyes were drifting shut. Lance gently nudged her.

“Come on, Riss. Let’s go upstairs.”

She shook her head and reached for the coffee she’d poured an hour ago, but he beat her to it and moved it out of her reach.

“Come on,” she complained. “I just want to stay up a little bit longer.”

Lance glanced at his watch. “It’s after midnight which means it’s the weekend. I’m saying no. Get your ass upstairs. I have plans for you tomorrow night and I need you to not be exhausted.”

Marissa sucked in a breath. They were going to have their first actual scene as Dom and sub.

But relinquishing control was not something Marissa did easily, so she kept typing.

“Riss. Does our first session tomorrow night need to be punishment?”

She gave him a shrug. “Hope not. I just need to finish this.”

He gave a low chuckle. The kind that might have sent a shiver down her spine if she were in a more submissive head space. “Good to know you’re still strong willed. Means I get to have fun breaking you. Not sure how fun it will be for you though.” He bent and kissed her cheek.

When he stood, he said, “Alright, Riss. I’ll make you a deal. I’m going upstairs. If you’re in bed with me by one, I’ll forget this. If you decide you would rather have a rough night tomorrow night, just go ahead and try me and come to bed whenever you want. Just remember, you said it yourself, I’m very inventive when it comes to punishing you and I look forward to living up to that again.”

His tone was calm and even, but Marissa could hear the threat in his words. She glanced at the clock in the corner of her screen. It was a quarter after midnight. She had forty-five minutes to decide how she wanted to play this.

She cleared her throat and nodded. “I’ll be up soon.”

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