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“Are you telling me I can use the same force I would with any of the other girls who didn’t listen?” Tommy rolled his shoulders back, straightening his spine. He had a point. If Peter wouldn’t let him use the authority he had, why the hell would Azalea listen to him?

Peter exhaled. “Fuck no.” No one was touching her but him. “Stay here,” he ordered, and marched off to deal with Azalea.

He flung the door open and found her wringing her hands. “Do you ever stay where you are put? You were supposed to wait in the office,” he said.

She moved up to her toes, trying to look past him down the hall.

“You didn’t do it already, did you?” she asked.

“Do what? Stop fidgeting.” He placed his hand over hers and drew her attention to him.

“Punish that girl?”

A soft blush blossomed on her cheeks, and even though she’d calmed her movements, she continued to try and see past him.

Was she jealous?

“No. I was about to speak with her,” he said.

“You said you’d give me a tour of the estate.” She looked at him. Like she’d just found a way to keep him from going through with it.

Making Aubree wait any longer would be cruel. Though he would rather be giving Azalea the tour he had promised her.

“You said you’d stay in the office. I told you I’d come for you when I was finished. Now go back to the office,” he said, not missing that he sounded more like a father figure than the man who possessed her every fiber. The woman was twisting him from the inside, making him coddle when he should be disciplining.

She didn’t respond. Moving back up to her toes, she looked around him, trying to see past him into the Annex. He knew she had a curiosity about her, and he couldn’t blame her, given the way she seemed to have been raised, but he’d already given his order. He’d told her to wait for him. He’d told her to go back, and still she defied him.

“Okay, have it your way.” He grabbed hold of her elbow and led her into the Annex, not bothering to lock the door behind him as she was the person in the house he’d been trying to keep out.

Tommy had a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty in his expression when he noticed his boss dragging Azalea toward the room.

“Don’t fucking stand there. Open the damn door,” Peter lashed out at him. Tommy jolted into motion, pulling the door open for him.

Azalea tried to pull away.

“Peter! No. I don’t want to watch!” She tried to push his hand off her arm.

Once in the room, Peter, completely ignoring Aubree standing in the center, spun Azalea to face him. The door had shut behind him, and Tommy stood on the other side. If she decided to bolt, he’d catch her in no time at all.

“You aren’t here to watch,” he declared. She could think whatever she wanted to about that. He had a damn job to do, and he was going to do it and get it over with.

“Now.” He took a deep breath and turned to Aubree. “I seem to have two girls who don’t know how to follow rules or directions. So.” He took a few steps away from Azalea, needing space so as not to touch her. He felt the fear start to rise in her and, with it, a temptation to soothe her.

“So. In the interest of time, I’ll be dealing with you both at the same time.”

Aubree held any objection she may have had. It wasn’t the first time she’d been in this room with another woman. There was no intimacy between Peter and any of the girls of the Annex. Although he did prefer to deal with them one on one when they earned a house punishment, he didn’t feel it was always necessary or to be expected.

“You can’t,” Azalea said, eyes wide and hands wringing again.

“I don’t think now would be a good time to tell me what I can and can’t do,” he shot at her. “Aubree. Are you free to come and go as you wish?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered softly, submissively with her eyes cast down at the floor. Maybe Azalea would learn a thing or two during the session.

“The only stipulation is what?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest. Azalea still fidgeted off to the side, but he kept his focus on Aubree.

“We need to sign in and out so the house knows where we are.”

“And why do we do this?” He’d gone through this script so many damn times, he felt more like a damn recording than a disciplinarian.

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