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"Oh shit," Nat giggles, reading over my shoulder. "He really means it, huh?"

"You have no idea." I stand up, tugging my dress back down. "I really need to go. He's already going to make me pay for being late."

"Okay, okay. But we have so much more to discuss tomorrow! I have so many more questions. You’re sure they’re not taking advantage of you?" There's genuine concern in Nat's voice.

I think about Dean waiting at the club, about the exquisite torture he'll put me through as punishment, about how good it feels to finally let someone else take control. Someone Iknow won’t abuse that power to make me feel inconsequential. Worthless, even.

"No, Nat. I ask for it," I say softly. "I need it. They make me feel treasured."

"Well then," Nat jumps up, suddenly all business. "We can't keep your Dom waiting any longer. But first," she grabs my shoulders, fixing me with a final serious look, "Promise me something?"

"What?"

"No more secrets. I want to hear everything from now on. The good, the bad, the deliciously dirty. Deal?"

I groan. "Nat..."

"Deal?" She shakes me slightly. "I'm your best friend. I should know when you're getting thoroughly railed by hot twins. Jeez, this is ten times better than the professor."

"Fine," I laugh. "Deal. But you have to promise not to judge."

"Judge?" Nat snorts, herding me towards the door. "Honey, I'm taking notes. Speaking of which..." She wiggles her eyebrows. "Any chance either of them has an equally sexy friend they could introduce me to?"

"Nat!"

"What? You're clearly having the time of your life. Maybe I want to explore my kinky side too."

I check my phone again. Six messages now. "I don’t know if you’re suited to the whole ‘following orders’ thing. This is... intense."

"Oh, I can tell." She helps me into my jacket, then spins me around to check my appearance. "Hair's good, makeup's not too obvious... You look perfect for a night of debauchery."

"Thanks," I mutter, but I'm smiling. My phone buzzes in my purse again and I wince.

"Ooh, someone's in trouble." Nat practically pushes me out the door. "Don't let me keep you from your punishment."

"You're terrible."

"And you're about to be terribly satisfied." She winks. "Now go. But I want details tomorrow!"

"We'll see." I step into the hallway, then pause. "Hey, Nat? Thanks for... you know. Being cool about this."

"Are you kidding? This is the most exciting thing that's happened all year. Now go get your kinky on! I’m living vicariously through you for the foreseeable future."

I hurry down the stairs, Nat's laughter following me every step. I anxiously swipe at my phone, terrified that if I leave it too long, Dean will just cancel.

Me: On my way. I'm sorry for the delay. Nat caught me leaving.

His response is immediate.

Dean: Got it. Glad you made it out. But you're still going to pay for making me wait.

The clear warning should terrify me. Instead, it just makes me move faster towards whatever he has in store.

Chapter 15

Rhea

I pauseat the door to Deviant and take a deep breath, smiling a little at the fact that I’ve walked through it so many times now, I no longer glance up and down the street for fear someone might spot me. Right now, I’m too concerned with what Dean may have planned for my punishment. My imagination runs rampant with possibilities, each more thrilling and terrifying than the last. He’s never been one to inflict pain, leaving that department entirely to his brother, so I’m at a total loss for where this night may lead.

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