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you as mine. You will wear it whenever we are alone together, as well as the moment you set foot through Serve’s doors.” Will leaned over her, his hips lining up with hers, the ridge his cock made beneath the fabric of his pants rubbing against her clit, and fastened the collar around her neck with excruciating slowness. He kept shifting as if trying to get it in a better position, and each movement sent a zing of pleasure through her. She bit her lip to keep a moan in, but she couldn’t stop her hips from rolling against him.
    The collar was heavy against her throat, but it was the look on his face that made it hard to draw a full breath. He bracketed her throat just beneath the leather. “My collar looks good on you, pet.”
    The weight of his body on hers made her whimper. He was so…big. Larger than life. It was everything she could do not to wrap her legs around his waist and beg him to take her now.
    That shocked Penelope back to herself. She might be his sub for the week, but she wasn’t about to beg him for anything. She tried to take a calming breath, but all she got was a lung ful of his woodsy scent.
    He leaned back, the move settling him more securely between her thighs. “It’s a struggle, isn’t it?”
    As much as she wanted to pretend she had no idea what he was talking about, it would be a lie. She wanted to stick it to him in whatever way she could, but she wasn’t going to disobey his command to be honest. It was the one thing that chafed the most, but it was also the most necessary thing he’d done tonight. If the trust broke between them, this thing was broken beyond repair. Trust was essential , no matter how it aggravated her to give him so much as an inch.
    Will stroked a thumb down her temple. “Obey me, Penelope, and I’ll reward you until your body is brimming with so much pleasure, you won’t be able to walk for hours afterward. Is that so much to ask?”
    It didn’t sound terrible, but that was the problem. The second she stopped fighting him, she was his. Their agreement might only last a week, but who was to say he wouldn’t pull some Dom trick and manipulate her out of a business account when they met next? She couldn’t give him the keys to the kingdom, no matter how much a small part of her wanted to. So she closed her eyes and told the God’s honest truth. “Yes, Sir.”

Chapter Four
    Will had suspected Penelope would respond in a contrary way. He thrust against her once, twice, and a third time, until her breath hissed out. She was close—she didn’t have to open her eyes for him to know that. It was tempting to finish her off, to perhaps kiss his way down her body and taste her, but he forced himself to move back. She whimpered, the sound so delicate and sweet, he actually took a step toward her before he caught himself.
    No . If he allowed her to top from the bottom tonight, then she’d continue to attempt it for the rest of the week. The only way this would work was if he created solid boundaries now and held to them. It was never something he’d had a problem with before, but at the sight of her pussy glistening in the low light he was in danger of forgetting all the rules.
    “Up.” He barely recognized his own voice. He sounded like he’d been smoking a pack a day for the last ten years.
    She blinked. “What?”
    “Up, Penelope.” He grabbed her upper arm and hauled her to her feet. “And the next time you forget to address me properly, I’m going to put you over my knee.”
    “Sure you will, Sir.”
    “Better.” Her legs seemed to be shaking and her breath came in short gasps that had her breasts nearly spilling out of her white lace bra. The white garter did nothing more than frame her ass and pussy, an effect only enhanced by the nude thigh-highs. She was temptation personified, and he was reluctant to follow through on the punishment he’d decided on.
    Will gave himself a mental shake and walked to the chest at the end of the bed to grab his bag.