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Slowly, carefully, I pressed one slender finger inside my bottom. I whimpered at the burn, the stretch. It was nothing compared to Lord Adrian's girth, but it was enough to bring those memories flooding back in vivid detail.

I recalled how he had fucked me relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through my body. How I had begged and pleaded, not even sure if I wanted him to stop or keep going. The memory of his grunts, his growled words of possession, echoed in my ears.

"Daddy's bad girl," I whimpered, working my fingers faster between my legs. One hand frantically rubbed my clit while the other pumped in and out of my aching bottom. The dual sensations were overwhelming, pleasure and pain blurring together until I could barely tell them apart.

I was so close, teetering on the edge of release. My hips rocked frantically against my hands as I chased my climax. "Please, Daddy," I sobbed. "Please let your bad girl come."

“Stop that this instant, Emily Carter,” I heard a much-too familiar female voice say from the door of the bathroom.

I froze, my hands still between my legs, as Sarah Pierce's cold precision cut through my haze of arousal. Overwhelming shame crashed over me, my body flashing hot and cold as I realized I had been caught in the act of disobeying my Daddy's rules by the woman I least wanted ever to see again — including even the horrid Lady Edna.

My eyes darted to the bathroom doorway where Sarah stood, her expression a mixture of disgust and disappointment. She wore a crisp black suit that emphasized her tall, slender frame. Her dark hair was pulled back in a severe bun, and her piercing green eyes seemed to bore into me.

"I… I…" I stammered, unable to form coherent words. My face burned with humiliation as I struggled to process the situation. How long had she been watching? How much had she seen?

Sarah's lip curled in disdain. "Save your pathetic excuses," she snapped. "Go to the bed and get on your hands and knees. Now."

I hesitated for a moment, my body trembling. Part of me wanted to protest, to demand privacy, to ask how she had even gotten into my apartment. But the stern authority in her voice brooked no argument. On shaky legs, I made my way to the bedroom, acutely aware of my nakedness and the wetness still coating my thighs.

As I positioned myself on the bed, I heard Sarah's heels clicking on the hardwood floor between the bathroom’s tiles and the luxurious carpet in the center of the bedroom. My stomach churned with anxiety as I wondered what degradation the woman had in store for me.

“We’re concerned, Emily,” Sarah said from behind me, as waves of heat and cold traveled through me at my mental picture of her, surveying the places where my Daddy had taken his pleasure the previous night, here in this bed. “We’ve decided to take you away from Lord Adrian.”

Chapter Thirteen

Lord Adrian

I didn’t think I would see Emily again, frankly. I might have to leave England anyway, to have the sort of uninhibited life I wanted. I definitely didn’t need the complications brought by falling in love with a penniless American. Especially one whose sexual and disciplinary needs intoxicated me so completely I could easily get carried away.

So I thought, at least, as I drove down to my already-dilapidated and only-falling-further-down ancestral family home. Then the light on the dashboard of my Aston-Martin flashed.

“Bugger,” I said. Who the fuck had my private number?

I punched the Answer button on the display.

“Mallory,” I said, making no attempt to keep the annoyance out of my voice.

“Lord Adrian, this is Sarah Pierce,” an unfamiliar voice said in a clipped Oxbridge accent. “I’m the head overseas liaison for Selecta Corporation’s UK operations.”

I frowned. “Selecta?” I asked. My thoughts went immediately to Emily, but of course this call couldn’t have anything to do with my bad girl.

“Indeed,” Sarah Pierce said. Somehow, even over the phone I could sense an implied insult, a hint of superiority I found intensely irritating. “I doubt this will inconvenience you much, Lord Adrian, but I’m calling to let you know that we’re terminating your arrangement with Emily Carter.”

My hands tightened on the steering wheel as the woman’s words sank in. A surge of possessive anger rose in my chest, catching me off guard with its intensity.

"I beg your pardon?" I said, struggling to keep my voice level. "On what grounds are you terminating our arrangement?"

"We've been monitoring your progress with Miss Carter closely," Sarah replied, her tone maddeningly calm. "You’ve failed to provide the level of discipline she requires, both in terms of the time you’ve devoted to her and in terms of the severity of punishment you’ve allotted her."

I gritted my teeth, fighting back a snarl. How dare this woman presume to know my feelings? And more importantly, how dare she try to take Emily away from me?

"I assure you, Ms. Pierce, that though I’m a very busy man, I’m committed to rehabilitating Emily," I lied smoothly. "Any perceived lack of care is simply a result of my attempt to provide her with a certain amount of freedom so that she can get used to behaving well when she believes herself unmonitored."

Sarah's derisive snort crackled over the line. "Please, Lord Adrian. We're not fools. Your behavior over the last week, in particular with regard to your apparent criminal activities in New York, has shown that you can’t devote yourself to disciplining Ms. Carter. In any case, the decision has been made. Emily will be removed from your care effective immediately."

A cold dread settled in my stomach. "Removed?" I echoed. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Emily will be transferred to a more… intensive training program," Sarah said. "One better suited to her particular needs and temperament. Among other things, she masturbated this morning. She needs to be properly disciplined for that, and your decision to leave town indicates that you’re not interested in providing it. You needn’t worry yourself further about Emily.”

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