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Mother fuck.

She wore a leather bra with holes for her nipples. And those nipples were clamped. Already clamped. Fucking god damn.

She’d replaced the pink jewel in her navel with an onyx barbell, and the only thing covering the rest of her was a black leather thong.

She pulled a black riding crop out of her pocket.

“You’ll never use that on me,” I said.

“I know.” She inched closer to me. “You’re going to use it on me.”

I was tired. So tired. And horny.

I didn’t know this woman. Hell, she was barely a woman.

But she was legal, and that was all that mattered.

“I need a shower,” I said, more to myself than to her.

“Fine. Take one.” She closed the distance between us, her clamped nipples nearly touching my chest. “And it doesn’t have to be cold.”

I was done fighting her. She wanted this? Fine. I’d give it to her. But on my terms.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” I said, meeting her horny gaze. “If I let you in, if we do this, we do it my way, got it?”

“Absolutely. I know what you like.”

“How the hell would you know?”

“I’ve done my research, Mr. Black. Lots of research.”

“What the hell kind of research would tell you what I like?”

“Trade secret.” She smiled coyly. “But you like what I’m wearing, don’t you?”

I couldn’t deny it. She was a Dominant’s wet dream. But I wasn’t a Dominant. Not really. I liked bondage especially, and I wasn’t averse to spanking and flogging, but to have total domination over someone? That wasn’t me. I couldn’t imagine it.

…

“You couldn’t?” Skye asks.

“I’ve told you before,” I say. “We were both young and inexperienced. Neither of us knew what we were doing.”

“But—”

I place a finger over her lips. “Shh. We’ll get there.”

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I had no idea how Addie knew my tastes, but somehow she did. “I need your consent,” I said.

“You have it.”

“And I’m going to give you a safe word.”

“Whatever you want.”

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