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“Where are we going?”

“The bathroom.”

“Together?”

He takes me straight into the bathroom and closes the door behind us.

“Ooohhh,” I draw out the word. “I get it.”

“You have to be quiet.”

“I will.”

He grips my hair and pulls hard.

Leaning into me until his lips are flirting with mine, he asks. “Are you wearing panties?”

“No. You didn’t tell me which set to wear today. I didn’t want to be in breach of contract, so I went commando.”

In my quest to play the part, I selected a skirt for the trip—a departure from jeans when I travel. My breasts are too big to dangle without a bra underneath this white blouse. I selected a delicate lace camisole in the same color. I don’t want to be indecent… unless it’s for Bryce.

“You’re a quick learner,” he says.

“I’d hate to disappoint you.”

“Bend over the counter so I can remind you of what will happen if you don’t follow the clauses of the contract.”

I obey.

Bryce lifts my skirt, his hand caressing my ass.

His eyes are piercing mine in the mirror, and my heart beats harder and faster.

“While I’m at it, I’ll also remind you of the punishment you’ll receive if I catch you flirting with any of the French tech wonder boys while we’re in Paris.”

“Bryce—”

The first three smacks are light, but my legs are already trembling.

Slap!

The fourth one rattles me.

He waits to catch my gaze before continuing.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

I brace against the counter and squeeze my eyes shut. Holy fuck!

My pussy is throbbing so bad.

“Eyes on me.”

I stare into ocean-blue eyes.

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