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“Los Angeles.”
He picked up the cane.“Three strokes.”
“Don’t I get another question?”
“No.”He sounded irritated, like he’d lost patience with the game or me.“Take this like a good girl, and I’ll let you come when we’re through.”
Always the flipping of my belly when he turned stern, the flood of heat between my legs, not that I wasn’t already wet for him.“Yes, sir.”
He brought the cane down across my ass.I gasped, surging forward, crying out into the covers.A second line landed neatly beneath.
I let out a low moan.
A third line of fire erupted below the second.Tears smarted my eyes, and my body shook with adrenaline as it struggled to cope with the pain, but relief had already swept through me.It was over.
I’d survived.And now he would reward me.
Being Darius’ submissive was so easy.I didn’t have to know what to say or do, I only had to follow orders and receive either pain or pleasure—whichever he deemed appropriate.
Now that I’d let go of control—realized I couldn’t say how things went in this bedroom—it was blessedly simple.But it was also easy knowing there was an end point.Tomorrow I’d walk off and never see this man again.
Why in the hell did that hurt so badly?
Darius removed the bondage tape around my wrists.“On your back, baby.Knees wide.I’m going to eat that sweet little pussy until you scream.”
6
Day Three
Darius
Chelsea was up early.I opened my eyes when she slipped out of bed and whispered her enthusiastic greetings to Shadow, rubbing his ears and face before feeding him.I wondered if she’d had as much trouble sleeping as I’d had.
I didn’t know what in the fuck to do with her.Let her go, I guess.It was my only option.She refused to tell me her full name or who she wrote for, refused to sign an NDA, which meant she was still hell-bent on writing whatever story she had in her.
So I could either apply more pressure to get her to cave, or let her walk and tell her story.What did it matter, anyway?My name couldn’t be much more sullied than it already was.Except she knew about Kaspar.I couldn’t have that part come out.
I needed to cut some kind of deal with her.
Normally negotiations—especially with beautiful young women at my mercy—turned me on.In this case, the thought made my stomach turn.
I liked Chelsea.Really liked her.She produced a powerful lust in me which hadn’t diminished with having her in the multitude of ways I’d already experienced.But I also liked the smart, sweet girl underneath.I felt comfortable with her.I could be myself.
Hell, she knew how to play whist, and had even seemed to enjoy it.
How in the fuck was I supposed to reconcile that with the ambitious, selfish woman who wanted to use me for her own gain?
Fuck.
Chelsea emerged from the bathroom wearing my t-shirt.
I was tempted to tell her I hadn’t given her permission to cover and rip it off.Have round fifty-four in my bed with her sturdy thighs spread and that sweet little cunt opening for me.
But the heaviness of the negotiation deadline made me swing my legs out of bed and pull on some clothes.I tossed her a pair of boxer briefs.“Want to see the sun rise over the sea?”
Kaspar and his buddies would sleep until noon.It would be safe enough to bring her up on deck.Despite all the hot sex we’d had, I was getting as sick of the confinement of my room as she was.
“I’d love to.”Her face brightened, nearly knocking my breath away at the sheer beauty of it.When her carefully placed mask was gone, she broadcast her emotions with a bullhorn.
