Page 110 of For the Sub

“Slap your pretty cunt a couple of times for me. I want you thinking about me all afternoon.”

As if she could do anything else.

“Do it now. Before I come in there, tie you up, and use my belt on you…”

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Because his terrible-sounding threat was suddenly the thing she craved most…

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Brandy spent the afternoon being pampered and telling herself not to fall in love with Master Niles while alternately praying it wasn’t already too late.

When she returned to the room, her body feeling like melted butter from the massage, he was standing in the living room and talking on the phone.

Captivated by this new side of him, she remained just inside the doorway and took him in.

Wearing the same wool slacks as he had earlier, this man didn’t at all resemble the Niles who’d cooked burgers at her house or driven her to her friends’ diner for breakfast.

Nor would anyone recognize him as the Dom who put subs into the strictest bondage imaginable on video.

As he spoke on, his tone was clipped, not at all like anything she’d ever heard from him.

With her, with models and actresses, he could be gruff. With the people at her party, he’d been conversational. But now, he sounded as if he were negotiating to buy a small country.

Giving him a quick smile, and not wanting to be guilty of eavesdropping, she indicated that she was going to take a bath.

He shook his head and beckoned her to join him.

Obediently, excitedly, she went.

While he talked, he lifted the hem of the skirt she’d worn downstairs.

After pressing a finger to her lips, warning her to be quiet, he stroked between her legs.

Despite his warning, she gasped.

He couldn’t mean…

But he did.

While totally focused on his call, he slipped a finger inside her panties to find her clit.

Desperately, not trusting herself to be totally silent, she clamped her hand over her mouth.

Within moments, she had to squeeze her eyes shut, trying to block out as many of her overwhelming sensations as possible.

As she rocked back and forth, he continued his motions, and her body went limp as an orgasm unexpectedly overtook her.

Her knees weakened, and because he was occupied and couldn’t hold her, she grabbed one of his shoulders for support.

When she finally looked at him, he grinned.

He was impossible.

Instead of pulling his hand away, he spanked her pussy several times, making her whimper.

No doubt he’d punish her for not being silent later—despite the fact he’d caused her to make the tiny sounds.

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