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“Anyway, that’s not important,” she continued, desperate to change the subject. “What’s important are these… gifts you sent yesterday. I cannot accept them. They’re totally inappropriate.”

She sat the box down on his desk and stepped back.

His eyes never leaving hers, he came around to the side of the desk nearest her and sat down on the edge of it, next to the box, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

“Tell me, princess, what’s inappropriate about them exactly?”

That lowered deep voice—so similar to the one he’d used in her ear at the club—had her thighs clenching in desire under her tailored trousers. But at least he wasn’t asking her more questions about why she’d been where she’d been.

“Why do you call me that? Princess? You don’t even know me.”

His dark head tilted to the side as he considered her question. “I guess I’m just keeping along with the royalty theme.”

“Ice Queen.” She knew the guys around here had called her that in high school and college because she’d been so cold. Her body had never really responded to their touches, kisses. She knew it. Knew something had always been wrong with her.

But the thought of Lukas knowing it too, of having heard the rumors, caused something ugly and broken to uncurl inside her. She took a step back.

But before she could even process he was moving, Lukas was standing right in front of her, hands on her hips,

“No.” His voice was deep, his chin resting against her temple. “Not Ice Queen. I think we blew that theory to smithereens on Sunday. Reina. It means queen in Spanish, right?”

She nodded, surprised that he knew that. “My mother’s family was from Spain.”

“The royalty theme was how I came up with princess.” His fingers bit softly into her hips. “I don’t want to hear you refer to yourself as the Ice Queen again, do you understand? That’s just bullshit.”

It wasn’t, but he didn’t need to know how much of an exception her actions had been on Sunday. She nodded.

He stepped back and sat down on the edge of his desk again. “So, princess. What was it you were saying about my gifts? I didn’t expect to see you with them until Friday.”

“You didn’t honestly expect me to use these?”

Those brown eyes studied her, humor lighting them. “If you experiment with them at home, it will give you a better understanding of what you like. You were fascinated when Timothy put those clamps on Melinda’s nipples. Yours hardened to tiny little points just watching, you were so turned on.” He picked up the clamps—two, held together by a long chain—and dangled them in front of him. “Have you used them?”

“No, of course not!” She could feel her face heating. And other parts of her body.

“This chain between the two clamps would allow me to tug on it, pulling on both nipples at once. So that way, if one of my hands is playing with your clit, it’s still possible to keep both nipples stimulated.”

Oh, sweet Jesus.

He moved the device so the actual clamp was in his fingers. “See this? It’s got a screw mechanism. So, what I’ll do is pinch and suck on one nipple until it’s nice and pointy and hard. Then I’ll slip the clamp on and tighten it.” His voice got deeper. “You’ll cry out, princess, as the pain gets intense, and then I’ll tighten it just the slightest bit more.”

Reina felt like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room. He pushed off from the desk and took a step closer, but didn’t touch her.

“Yes, you’ll be breathing exactly like that, but with moans and little pants mixed in. Then I’ll do the same thing to the other nipple. Except this time, while I’m getting it ready by sucking on it, I reach down and finger your pussy. You’ll be so wet Reina. I’ll bring some of your own sweet juices up and wipe it all over your nipple just before I clamp it.”

She stood there, teeth clenched, trying to get her breathing under control. She knew if she opened her mouth right now it would be to beg him to do it.

His half smile was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. “I’ll admit, I never actually expected you to experiment with the butt plug. And I’m glad you didn’t want to. That little asshole of yours felt so tight around my finger. I want to be the one to introduce you to a plug.”

She could actually feel herself getting wet. Wetter. She struggled not to squirm.

“Would you like that, princess?” He walked around so he was standing behind her. “What if I told you to bend over my desk right now? What if I eased those very professional trousers down your legs then worked that plug right into your ass? Fucked you with it a little bit like Timothy did Melinda.”

Oh, God. His mouth was right by her ear as he spoke the words, but he wasn’t touching her in any way. What would she do if he decided to touch her? She’d never get back in control of this situation. She had to take control right now.

“No. No, that’s sick, and I don’t want that. I don’t know what you think Sunday night meant, but I am not into this sort of stuff. I have a Master’s degree in Computer Science, for crying out loud. I’m not going to let someone disrespect me—”

“Oh, sweet Reina, believe me when I say there is no disrespect involved whatsoever. I have the utmost respect for someone who is willing to trust me with her pleasure. You think Timothy doesn’t respect Melinda? He worships the ground she walks on. Even when he was whipping her and fucking her in the ass with that plug. It was a power exchange, definitely. But based on mutual respect on both sides. Hell, I think he sets her up to cheat on him just so the two of them can do this elaborate punishment scene they both love so much.”

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