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My mind grasped at straws, trying desperately to understand my body’s reaction. In the meantime, that reaction went on. His hands held my wrists firmly up against the wall, but I kept trying to get my hands free, my struggle growing feebler by the second. I twisted my upper body, pushed with my backside to try to get traction and add leverage. Christian just stood there, pinning me in place.

“I didn’t want to have to do it this way, Leah,” he said, “but you’re going to have to learn obedience over my knee if you can’t learn it in a gentler way.”

CHAPTER14

Leah

“Fucking forget it,” I grunted, still trying to extricate myself from his grasp. “Leave. Now.”

With a bizarre mingling of relief and disappointment, I remembered that Selecta’s surveillance would save me, if nothing else did. I knew there were security officers in the building who would remove Christian if I asked them to.

“I mean it,” I said, stopping my resistance and looking him in the face with as fierce an expression as I could put on. “I’ll call for security.”

“Go ahead,” he said, his smile tightening and his eyes narrowing. “They’re not going to interfere with a spanking.”

I froze. I swallowed hard and looked into his eyes. He had to be bluffing, or something.

“What?” I asked. My head shook with a rapid motion: half denial, half simple terror. “I mean… what? This ismyapartment.”

Christian let me finish. The mere steadiness of his gaze spoke volumes. Yet once more, I had the terrible, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, that in accepting associate membership in Selecta Arrangements I had signed away some very fundamental right.

“You’re right that they’re watching every move we make—or, more accurately, the security algorithm is watching, and it will alert them if it sees a red flag that could lead to a violation of the SA terms of use. If I tried to have sex with you without your consent, for example, they would swarm up here in a matter of a few seconds.”

He delivered this news so calmly that I knew what he said next would be much less welcome.

“But disciplining an associate member is at the discretion of the member to whom she’s granted access to her apartment. That’s in the terms of use, too, and you signed it.”

“But… but…” I spluttered.

Still Christian remained patient. The thought that he could have manhandled me into position and simply carried out his terrifying intention—that instead he had decided to take his time, and givemetime—pressed itself urgently into my mind. Alongside it, more weirdly mixed emotions welled up: gratitude that somehow made me… resentful.

If he would just… justdoit,an unwelcome voice said, in my mind,it would beoverwith.

I would pass from a young woman who had never known the firm hand of a man on her bare bottom, correcting her faults, to… something else. Some other girl—some otherkindof girl.

A girl in training… insexualtraining… one who belongs to a gorgeous, passionate, exciting billionaire… the kind of man who knows how to take care of her and to guide her… who doesn’t hesitate to punish her when she misbehaves or fails to obey even his lewdest command.

I shook my head again in a desperate attempt to clear away these thoughts and return my brain to the obvious task at hand: getting the gorgeous, passionate, exciting billionaire the fuck out of my apartment with my ass unbeaten.

“But I don’twantto… it… I don’t…”

I had utterly lost the thread connecting—or failing to connect—my words into comprehensible speech. Christian obviously understood precisely what I meant to say, though. He nodded, his forehead softening a little, and I shuddered at this new evidence that he could somehow read my mind.

“You’re trying to say that you don’t want to be spanked, so how can this be legal—or, more important, how can I intend to spank you, when I’m obviously in general a nice, if dominant, guy?”

I bit my lip and nodded, forcing a sob down in my chest. Christian’s smile widened a bit, as if my affirmation of his mind-reading had pleased him. The way my heart flip-flopped at the sight of his curving lips started to make me fear for my sanity.

“You don’t think you want it,” he said very softly. “Maybe it’s even accurate to say that youdon’twant it, though I have a strong feeling that that’s not quite true, but…”

He leaned down, and he kissed me, very hard and very aggressively. His hands pinning my wrists moved my arms down a little, so that I felt the restraint much more keenly. His tongue probed into my mouth as my lips, which I had tensed at first, helplessly lost their firmness and with a whimper I gave myself over to the kiss.

I wantedthis—how could I possibly deny that?

Christian pulled his mouth away, leaving me completely breathless. He finished his sentence.

“…youneedit. You need it very badly.”

I opened my mouth, turning my chin to the side in the beginning of a headshake, of an utter denial. Christian, however, had obviously come to the end of his patience. With terrifying speed, he pulled me away from the wall and turned me. He used his grip on my wrists to put my arms behind my back, and he started to march me toward the living room.

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