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The implication made my breath catch. “You mean she’ll…”
“She’ll do whatever she feels is necessary to understand your authentic responses,” he confirmed. “With my full approval, of course. Your training isn’t complete, Grace. Not even close. But between Melissa and me, we’ll help you understand exactly what kind of woman you really are.”
I swallowed hard, my mind racing with possibilities. Another woman touching me, studying my responses, making me admit things I’d barely admitted to myself—the thought was both terrifying and shamefully exciting. I felt my brow furrow hard as I contemplated it.
“You’ll meet with her tomorrow at eleven. You’ll sleep here, after I fuck you again, and I’ll have my driver take you back to your place in the morning to get changed. You don’t need to be at the office until your meeting with Melissa.”
I nodded, unable to form words. The casual way he’d announced I’d be sleeping here, that he’d fuck me again, made my whole body flush with heat. Despite everything we’d just done, despite the soreness in my bottom and the lingering ache belowmy waist, I felt fresh arousal building at his matter-of-fact assumption of control over my night.
“Good,” Scott said, standing and extending his hand to me. “Come. I want to show you something in my study.”
I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet, hyperaware of my nakedness as he led me through his apartment. The study was smaller than his office at Selecta, but no less impressive—dark wood shelves lined with books, a massive desk, and surprisingly, a collection of framed photographs I hadn’t expected.
“These are from my travels,” he said, noticing where my gaze had landed. “That one’s from Florence, actually. The Ponte Vecchio at sunset.”
I moved closer to examine the photograph, momentarily forgetting my state of undress. The golden light on the ancient bridge was breathtaking. “You took this?”
“Photography’s a hobby,” he said, moving behind me, his hands settling on my hips. “I like capturing moments of transition. The way light changes everything in an instant.”
His fingers traced up my sides, making me shiver. “Like you,” he murmured against my ear. “The way you transform when you let yourself surrender. It’s beautiful to watch.”
I turned in his arms to face him, searching his expression. There was something different in his eyes now, something softer than the commanding dominance he’d shown earlier. “Scott…”
“I know this is overwhelming,” he said, his thumb tracing my jawline. “The belt, the videos, your first punishment anal. But you’re handling it remarkably well. Better than I anticipated when I first reviewed your file. It showed potential, but it didn’tcapture what I’ve discovered about you. Your capacity for shame and arousal in perfect balance. Your analytical mind trying to make sense of your body’s needs. It’s captivating for me.”
I gasped as he pinched my nipple lightly, my back arching into his touch. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me,” I admitted. “With Jacob, I never… it was never like this.”
“Because Jacob was following a script,” Scott said, his other hand sliding between my legs to find me embarrassingly wet again. “He did what he thought a New Modesty husband should do. But he never saw who you really were underneath the compliance.”
His fingers circled my clit with practiced skill, making my legs tremble. “What am I?” I whispered.
“Mine,” he said simply, then pushed two fingers inside me, making me cry out. “You’re mine to train and to use.”
CHAPTER 21
Grace
“And you’re going to learn exactly what that means,” Scott continued, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to my lips. “Clean them.”
I opened, helpless to disobey, tasting myself on his skin as he pushed his fingers into my mouth. The flavor was sharp, unmistakably feminine, evidence of how desperately aroused I remained despite everything he’d already done to me.
“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling his hand away. “Now come to the bedroom.”
He led me down a hallway to his bedroom, a spacious room dominated by a king-sized bed with dark sheets. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered another spectacular view of the city lights, making me acutely aware that anyone in the neighboring towers might be able to see my naked form.
“On the bed,” he commanded, already pulling his sweater over his head. “On your back, head hanging over the edge.”
I looked at him for a moment, my hands out in front of me, balling into fists and then loosening as I tried to figure out whether I was going to obey. The question didn’t seem to have anything to do with what I actually wanted—I didn’t have any idea about that, as far as I could tell. It felt like a matter not of desire but of attempting to predict the future: would my body assume the position my boss—my master—had just told me to assume.
“Go on,” Scott, shirtless now, said. The sight of his six-pack abs, beneath his salt-and-pepper-hairy chest, made me chew my lower lip. “Do I need to spank you, naughty girl, to make things clear?”
“No!” I said, taking a little step back, feeling my cheeks blaze even as my pussy clenched treasonously down below, where I could still feel the stretch his enormous penis had enforced on me, both in front and behind. I put my hands behind me, reflexively clutching at my bottom-cheeks as if I could stop my boss from doing precisely as he chose with my bare backside.
I saw the future, in my head—the next few moments of it, anyway. Scott had made it so very clear that if I didn’t follow his shameful instruction I would go over his knee to learn a hard lesson from his firm hand. I didn’t want to be spanked, so I would definitely lie that obscene way on his luxurious bed, ready for my master’s degrading, demanding use. Desire had nothing to do with it.
Except it does,whispered the voice at the back of my head.The reason you’re not thinking about it is just that you don’t want to know how badly you need it.
“Well?” Scott asked, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head slightly in a way that made me swallow hard. How could he look so gorgeous and so dangerous at the same time?
