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He offered me another bite, which I gladly accepted. I’d never fried bacon and wasn’t sure if it was easy to fuck up or if anybody could cook it, but I was pretty sure eating from Seth’s hand made it the best bacon I’d ever had in my mouth.

“That’s four, Baker—for the eye roll when your head was down,” Seth explained calmly at the exact moment I tried to swallow my second bite. I nearly choked on the small piece of meat.

“There’s no way you saw that,” I grumbled.

His brow arched upward. “Are you denying it?”

“No, Sir.”

“Very good, Baker,” he said as he placed a forkful of eggs to my lips.

So our breakfast continued—him eating and then feeding me. I didn’t exactly earn any more punishments, but did learn that if I allowed the maple syrup toaccidentallytrickle down my chin, Seth would make a tsking sound and then lick it off.Who would have ever known I could be such a messy eater?

When we finished, Seth said, “You did very well, Baker. Thank you for allowing me to take care of your needs.”

“Thank you for taking care of me, Sir.”

He leaned back in his chair and said, “I cooked. You clean up the mess. No clothes will be necessary.”

I’d never taken the role of submissive outside the confines of a club or the playroom of my Mistress, so the game Seth played was new to me. As I washed the dishes, I was very aware of his eyes on my ass. By the time I’d finished, my hands trembled and my cock wept precum. At one point, my hand went down to squeeze the base of my cock and before I could manage to do anything to ease the ache between my legs, he was up and standing directly behind me. My hand froze mid-air.

He took hold of both my hands pulled them in front of me and told me to hold them there. After that, he proceeded to give both ass cheeks three hard swats with his bare hand. “Don’t ever think to touch yourself without my permission, Baker.” His hand reached down and wrapped around the hardness of my cock, giving my length several slow strokes. He swiped my leaking slit with the tip of his finger and used it as lubricant. His other hand reached between my legs from behind and toyed with my balls. “Spread your legs wider for me.”

My mind should have been screaming ‘a man is touching your cock and balls again’. Maybe it ought to have been screaming those words but instead it demanded ‘open your legs wider’.

I opened my legs wider.

It seemed odd with one of his hands coming at me from behind while one worked my cock from the front. Before I could stop myself, I leaned back against the hardness of his chest and whispered, “Thank you, Sir.”

His hands froze and then pulled away. I whimpered—literally whimpered.

“Put some workout clothes on. We’re going to spend a couple of hours in the gym working out and then we’re going to hand out your punishments. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” There was no doubting the pout in my voice.

I started to walk away to do as he’d ordered when he said, “If you go in your room and touch yourself, Baker, I’ll make you wish you hadn’t.”

I whirled around. “You seriously want me to go to the gym sporting a hard—on? Don’t you think that might be a bit…distracting to the other residents of the building?”

“What will be distracting to the other residents will be when I bend you over my knee and spank your bare ass in front of them. The people in that gym probably won’t find it as sexy and entertaining as the clubbers did last night. Do you really want to embarrass yourself that way?”

I glared at him. He glared back.

He’d do it. I knew he would.

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Exactly two hours and ten minutes later, we were riding the elevator back up to our penthouse suite. Sweat dripped off my body and my muscles ached in places I didn’t even know existed. He’d worked me harder in the gym than he did in the playroom. I should be exhausted, but instead felt exhilarated. A good workout always gave me a buzz, but working out with Seth by my side, issuing orders and demands in words that often sounded more like growls, caused me to feel like I’d set up permanent residency on Cloud Nine.

During our workout he told me parts of what he had planned to do to me that day. I’d shivered with a mixture of fear and delight. We were going to spend the next few hours playing. Well, I called it playing, he’d called it stretching my virgin ass with every toy he’d brought with him. After that, we would spend the evening relaxing in the hot tub. Later tonight, he planned to grill us steaks and vegetables. There’d been a brief argument between us over that. I’d lost. If I wanted the steak, I had to eat the vegetables. No negotiations.

He’d left out mentioning what we might do in the bed that night, but my own imagination had kept my mind preoccupied during the hour long run on the treadmill. Tomorrow, he planned on another session during the day and then we were going to go to a club—not a BDSM club, but a dance club. Like a date. I loved to dance and couldn’t wait to see Seth on the dance floor. The next night would be showtime at Javier’s club, where it was my responsibility to draw as much attention to myself as I could. Landon wanted us to draw this guy out of hiding and to do it quickly.

I never wanted the Miami trip to end.

And, it was thinking stupid fucking shit like that last thought that would end up destroying me. This was a job. I was a job to Seth. What we were about to do in his playroom was practice for the show at the club. I needed to force my head to stop thinking of it in any other way.

We stepped off the elevator and he punched in the code to unlock the door. While we’d been out, Landon’s men had swept the suite for cameras or recording devices and then kept watch over it in our absence. From what Seth told me, they would do this every time we left. They were good—I hadn’t seen anybody watching us…good or bad. Of course, I seemed to only have eyes for Seth.

“Do you need to rest before we go to the playroom?” he asked, interrupting my thoughts.

“No, Sir,” I answered quickly.

“Go shower and meet me in there in twenty minutes.”

When I started to walk away, he grabbed my upper arm and jerked me back toward him. “Remember, Baker. There’s nobody watching in that room. It’s only us—Dom and sub. At any time you want to stop something, give me your safe word. I need to learn what you’re going to be comfortable or uncomfortable with before we visit Javier’s club again. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered. He’d just made it perfectly clear. His words reminded me that this was nothing more than a job to him.

With my chin up, I spun around and left him standing there. Fuck him for making me feel like shit forfeeling.

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