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Good girl. Asking questions. Who am I kidding? Saying this is her last chance? This woman has me intrigued, and that is worth its weight in gold. I’d have her come right now and ride her with no apology. The date I set is arbitrary, something to convince myself I wouldn’t walk over broken glass for another taste of her cunt.

Me: It doesn’t matter. Whatever you wear will look just as good on the floor of my playroom. Don’t be late. Goodnight, little one.

Lavender: Goodnight, Sir.

I toss the phone down on the bed and move to the chest of drawers, pulling out my standard contract for subs in training. There are some changes necessary, and I want to be prepared. My room has been restocked for a new submissive, but I have some ideas of additions for my new little Lavender.

When I’ve written out the requests for my room, I set to work on adjusting the contract. I plan to take it slow with this one. Three months won’t be enough to train her. Most subs I train have at least some experience, but from the way she reacted to me, she has no idea what she wants. There are so many kinks to explore for her, and I’m going to show her every last one, loving every fucking minute of her pleasure.

“Time.” I’ve been on my feet for God knows how long.

“Eleven hours and sixteen minutes, Dr. Harrison.”

As I prepare to close, I heave a sigh of relief, thanking everyone for their hard work and dedication today. They’ve all been on their feet as long as I have, helping and monitoring in a collective effort to save this patient’s life.

When I place the final stitch, a wave of satisfaction washes over me. It’s the privilege of my job. It is so much more than a paycheck to me.

“Great work, everyone.”

Another day done and closer to the beginning of a blissful six months of training. When I get home, I practically fall into the shower, letting the steaming hot water pummel my shoulders. Eleven hours of surgery take their toll on the body. Bracing my hands on the wall, I let the day’s stress wash away. I’ve not had the release of a good sub over the past few weeks, and I’m feeling it.

I don’t know how long I stand under the spray, but by the time I step out of the shower, the pads of my fingers have begun to prune. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I grab my phone off the counter to find a new message.

Lavender: Will you be wearing a mask?

A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. My girl is thinking about me, her anticipation building with every passing day, just the way I want.

Me: Is that what you want, little one?

Lavender: To begin with. Is that okay?

Me: For now. But there will come a time when you’ll beg to see my face as I fuck you.

Me: Now go to bed and think of me as you caress your slick cunt.

Lavender: Yes, Sir.

God, I can’t wait to hear her call me Sir again. So innocent but desperate to be wicked. If that’s what my little one wants, then that’s what she’ll get. Only two days until she’s mine. Two days until I bury my face between those pretty little thighs once more.

Chapter 4

FREYA

He’s all I think about, night and day. I dream of him, counting the minutes until I meet him at the club. It’s wrong on so many levels—wanting to have sex with someone whose face I’ve never seen. A stranger who kissed my most intimate flesh like it was his own personal feast and gave me the best orgasm of my life.

“Are you sure about this?” Celest asks as we wait for our coffee orders. “You don’t even know his name.”

“That’s part of the excitement.”

“I can find out which Dom it is. It wouldn’t be that difficult. The head of security, Flex, will know. Just to make sure he’s a good guy.” She’s right. I probably should know his name, but every time I think about the fact that he’s a total stranger, heat pools deep in my core, making my panties wet with anticipation.

“I’m not even sure if I’ll go.”

“Bullshit. It’s written all over your face. You’re usually so…”

“Boring. Predictable. Safe.”

There’s a hint of pity in her eyes. “Not at all. You’re amazing, smart, and completely kickass. I just worry that you’re jumping the gun with this, and you have no idea what you are getting yourself into.”

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