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My jaw tenses. “Punish her, how?”
“Light spanking—since you’re all about pleasure—and maybe some teasing. Toys. Sensory play. Anything that gives her pleasure, since that’s your thing,” Orion explains. “Chase and I can send you our contracts so you can go through the kinds of things you both like.”
I rub my eyes and heave a heavy sigh as I imagine Zoe on my bed, hands tied up as she writhes underneath me…
“Fine. What else?” I ask, suddenly overwhelmed.
This conversation, mixed with my own research, is making me want to do very bad, very unreasonably sporadic things.
Like walking up behind Zoe when she’s doing dishes and sliding my hand down her pants to touch her soft, warm thighs. Remembering the night of the club, how I’d allowed myself to touch a bitmoreof her…
I’d reprimanded myself for that later—that one, single touch.
Still, my mind is spinning with how I could ask to see her in my office after class and then pushing her up against the door, fucking her against it.
My raging hard on presses against my pants painfully, throbbing with desire.
I haven’t let myself think of whatever this dominant side of me is in relation to Zoe. It’s always been thought about in some sort of abstract way, always a faceless woman, always someone I don’t know. It’s still so new, and it’s still too raw to bring Zoe into it.
But when Zoe enters the equation, it makes me want to go straight home and show her how much I want her to submit to me.
Suddenly, all I can think about is doing just that.
Watching her mouth drop open again.
Because I’m positive that watching Zoe come, four times, now, will haunt me until I can do it again.
And again.
Andagain.
“Tomorrow is the Halloween party,” Chase suggests. “Maybe it’s time you make your first move. Think about it.”
“If she doesn’t make it first,” Orion mumbles, giving me a cocky grin before sliding out of the booth to get more water.
“What’s up with him?” Chase asks after a few seconds.
I shrug. “Layla.”
He makes a humming sound, but before he can ask the questions I’ve promised not to tell, I open my mouth to speak.
“When you… with Juliet… was it weird?” I ask. “To be a Dom for someone you’d known for years?”
Chase considers my question for a minute. “It wasn’t weird at all. I think we’d had enough built-up tension that when it happened, it came naturally,” he explains.
“Understandable,” I say, thinking of Catalina.
“Listen, I don’t know Zoe that well. I didn’t know Elias that well, either so maybe I’m overstepping. But at the end of the day, he would want you to be happy. Both of you.”
I consider his words as I play with the label of my beer. Neither of us says anything until Orion opens the velvet curtain and slides into the booth with us again.
“What did I miss?” he asks, taking a sip of his soda water.
I look at Chase and he shrugs. “Nothing. So, tell me again why you bought a bar?”
CHAPTERELEVEN
THE TEST
