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As his hand held her pussy open, exposing her heated core to the temperate air, his gaze held hers.

“Did you Google me?”he asked.

The question surprised her.“No.Was I supposed to?”

“No, but since I gave you my name, I thought you might.”One finger found her clit, circling gently.“I’m an artist.”

His finger on her clit made it hard to think, and the tight spandex meant it took several breaths for her to get it together enough to say a simple, “Oh.”

A small part of her that was still rational mused on the fact he was probably a very successful artist if he was able to afford a Las Palmas membership.

“Then it makes sense why you chose serving as art, Master Vo.”

He nodded.“I prefer living art.”

His smile was knowing, except Joni had no idea what ‘living art’ meant.

“And short-term sexual deprivation sounds an awful lot like edging, doesn’t it?”His smile became a grin.

Now Joni’s eyes widened before she broke out into a matching grin.“Now that you say it, you’re right.What’s the difference?”

Master Vo laughed and she sighed in disappointment when his hand left her pussy.

“Joni, I promise you that tonight I’m going to meet your needs.”

She studied his face, seeing the truth in his eyes.“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”He stood and offered his hand.

Joni put her fingers in his and allowed her Dom to lead her out of the safety, and privacy, of their room.

“Brat?”Laney’s horrified look shouldn’t have been funny, but Peter couldn’t stop the smile.It was a relatively well-known phenomenon that some types of subs—model and service subs, slaves, and even princesses—were quietly horrified by brats.

Once the image of Laney the brat entered his head, Peter hadn’t been able to shake it.The idea had occurred to him as he studied Laney’s checklist, and when his research led him to chat with her past partners, rather than dispelling the idea, it only made him wonder more.

Was Laney a surprise brat?

In preparation for tonight, his instincts were telling him this was a good idea, and maybe even exactly what she needed.

But he no longer fully trusted his instincts.Not just because of last weekend, but because of everything that had happened with Diann.

After their breakup, a broken heart and fractured confidence in his own Dominance resulted in a hesitancy with new subs.

It was one of the reasons he’d been so quick to jump in and take Diann last week.He knew what she wanted and needed, and it had felt good to be perfectly confident in his decisions and choices.

Then it turned out that while he correctly planned the content of the scene, he’d fucked up everything else about it.

Despite all his past mistakes, which should have made him question or even distrust his instincts, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about brat-Laney.Still, he hadn’t actually planned on saying anything to her.He had a solid outline planned for their night, with plenty of room to add and change based on this pre-scene conversation.

But their conversation—and the little jewel-like moments of sass and banter—made him reconsider.

And then, before he knew it, he was asking her to be a brat.

Laney gaped at him, then shook her head.“I’m not…I’m not a brat.”

Peter raised a brow.“You look down on brats?”

Laney rolled her eyes, just a little.Nothing obnoxious like a teenager, more of a sigh combined with a sideways glance.“No.I don’t.Everyone submits in a different way, and I know that.”

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