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thought of letting go of her shield do that to her? Her shield kept her safe from men, an invisible force-field that had been up ever since she was fourteen.
    But Marc was different. She knew him, she trusted him with her life. And now, she’d trust him with her body.
    What Marc didn’t know, though, because she’d never told him—or anyone, for that matter—that while she might be able to give her body to him, she was going to have a very hard time relinquishing the control she kept over everything in her mind.
    “Get on your hands and knees, facing me, Lauren.”
    Oh my God. This was happening .

Chapter Three
    M arc watched as Lauren pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, her heavy breasts swaying from the movement.
    “I want you to be very still while I touch you, do you understand?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Oh, God. Those words made him hot every time. Yes, sir. Coming out of Lauren’s mouth . . . it was his fantasy come true. He ran his hands over her back, sliding them over her curves, down her ass, down her thighs.
    “Open your legs, more. Spread your knees.”
    She didn’t hesitate, but he gave her a quick spank on the ass anyway. “Say ‘yes, sir.’ ”
    “Yes, sir.” Her voice sounded stronger now, less shaky.
    He continued roaming his hands over her body, taking his time to feel her breasts, weighing them in his hands before giving them a squeeze. “Beautiful,” he said.
    She didn’t respond, but he could see those beautiful breasts flush, the nipples tightening. He pinched each nipple, holding it until she gasped.
    “Do you like that?” he asked, genuinely curious.
    “I don’t know. Maybe.”
    “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s okay to enjoy what I do to you. I want you to.”
    He let go of her nipples and she moaned.
    “I think you do like it. Let’s see if I’m right.” Marc slid his hand back over her ass and dipped one finger into her wet pussy. “You’re wet for me.”
    “Marc, I’m so confused.”
    “You don’t have to be confused. Just relax and let me do all the work. Lie down, on your belly.”
    She obeyed, her body pressed against the sheets. Only her left ass cheek was pink, where he’d smacked her. That needed to be evened out.
    “I’m going to spank you. It’s not a punishment. I don’t want it to hurt to the point that you can’t take it. Tonight we’ll just practice, okay?”
    “Okay.” She moved her head to the side and looked at him with a smile. “Is that your way of saying you’re not going to give it your best shot?” Lauren laughed, and Marc couldn’t help but to laugh too.
    “This is not meant to be a game of who is the better Dom. It’s meant to be you lying here, getting spanked by me. Say yes, sir.”
    “Yes, sir.”

    L auren didn’t want to be scared—there was no reason to be scared. She trusted Marc with her life—something she proved every time she let him drive them somewhere, considering he thought going ninety miles an hour was slow—so she could certainly trust him to take good care of her.
    But . . . a spanking? She’d spanked many, many men and women in her time, she knew how arousing it could be for her. The feel of his ass, firm under her hand, growing warmer and redder as she brought her hand down again and again. Since she did a lot of psychological domination, she often used those moments with her playmates to lecture them or tell them what they needed to do to please her.
    What would a spanking from Marc be like?
    “Relax,” he ordered.
    “I’m trying to.” She took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to obey, but she couldn’t relax, not knowing that at any moment he was about to—
    Smack.
    “Ow,” she yelped in surprise as he spanked her other ass cheek.
    “Did I hurt you, Lauren?”
    “No, just surprised me,” she admitted. “Sir.”
    “That’s good, baby, I’m going to keep going, you let me know if you need a break.”
    “Will do.” Not like she’d ever let him think he could out-Dom a Domme.