Page 82 of The Assignment: Room 3

“It’s me. Come let me in.” Is she really this much of a princess? It makes me laugh. She can’t stay away from this place.

I stand and cross the room to open the door, only to find her with her hands full of drinks.

“Why didn’t you let Eli bring them back?”

“Because I want to talk to you privately.”

I take the drinks from her hands before it dawns on me. “How did you knock on the door?”

“With my head.” I crack a smile. She really is fucking hot and determined as hell when she sets her mind to something.

“Of course.” I set the glasses on my desk and take a seat. “To what do I owe the pleasure this evening?”

She shifts uncomfortably in the seat across from me. “I need some Dutch courage first.” She lifts her drink and knocks it back like a shot.

“Is everyone okay? What’s wrong?”

“Everyone is fine.” I heave an audible sigh of relief. I seem to be a glass half empty this week.

“Then what can I do for you? You’re so on edge. Are you about to ask me to teach you my kinky ways,” I joke. What I’m not prepared for is her utter silence. She’s looking anywhere but at me.Holy shit, is that why she’s here?

“If Iwereasking that, what would you say?” She chews on her bottom lip, sitting with her hands in her lap. I take her in. We’ve flirted before. I’ve seen her almost naked the night she ended up in nothing but my jacket. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this scenario once or twice. Hell, I would burst into flames if I denied rubbing one out with her in mind. She’s gorgeous.

“You’re messing with me, right? Did Dalton put you up to this?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Dalton didn’t ask me to do anything.”

Fuck.

“I’m being serious right now, Jenna. I want an honest answer. This isn’t funny. I’ve had a shit week, and I’m in no mood for whatever the end game is here. Why are you here?”

She stands on shaky legs, her eyes fixed on me as she drops to her knees.

“Get up, now.”

“I… I want to explore the lifestyle.” She’s always so assertive and confident in everything she does. The tremble in her voice is unsettling.

“Dalton told me he’d fucking kill me if I went near you. Him and Nad.”

“She keeps her eyes cast down. “They can’t tell me what to do. I want to learn.”

My palms are sweating. If it were anyone else, I would already have Jenna on all fours and begging to be fucked.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for.” I stand and brace my hands on the desk, forcing myself not to react with my cock for once in my life.

“You tell me every time I come here that I’m curious. You were right. I want to know what it’s like to… submit.”

“Why me? I’m the one guy your best friend would flay alive for touching you.”

“Maybe that’s exactly why,” she says with the smile of a vixen, her gaze still fixed on the floor. Holy shit, she’ll be a beautiful submissive. “You like to fuck and punish, but you don’t want a relationship. It’s a win-win. Teach me, Flex.”

I start pacing the floor, scrubbing my hand over the stubble on my jaw. Dalton would kill me, but I’d go out in a fucking blaze of glory. We all have to die sometime, right?

“Jenna, we can’t do this.”

“Why not… Sir? Or Master? Which do you prefer?” Either sounds so fucking appealing coming from her lips. Those lips would look so good wrapped—no.

“We’re friends.” It’s a lackluster excuse at best. “Why now? You might think you want to ‘submit,’ but that includes punishment. Can you really imagine giving yourself over to me to fuck however I please? To bending over my bed and being whipped or flogged? To complying on demand like a good little girl?” My cock is so fucking hard right now it hurts.

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