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No way.
    He spanked her again, alternating ass cheeks, sometimes smacking the same area over and over until she bit back a moan. Her bottom felt completely toasted, and probably looked it too.
    “Red is a beautiful color on you, Lauren,” he teased.
    “It would be a good color on your ass, too, sir .” She tensed in anticipation of an extra-hard spank for bratting, but instead he stopped.
    “Roll over, no rubbing.”
    Lauren rolled onto her back, the skin on her ass burning as it came in contact with the sheets.
    “No bratting. No trying to be the Domme. You are my submissive for a week. You are my slave, for one week. If you do it again, the repercussions will be severe, do you understand?”
    “What do you mean, repercussions?”
    “Consequences to not keeping up your end of the wager.”
    Ah . . . kinky bastard did want to punish her. All right. “Okay. I understand.”
    “Remember at the club, I told you that I’d fuck you?”
    She swallowed, looking up into his gorgeous brown eyes. “I’ll never forget it.”
    “I’m not going to tie you up. I don’t really want to fuck you right now, I want us to fuck each other. You can hold on to me if you want. You can wrap your legs around me. Let’s do this—”
    “Like we’re vanilla?” she interrupted. She hadn’t had sex with someone she cared about in a really long time, and almost never unless the man was tied up so she could either ride him—or peg him, taking him from behind.
    Marc laughed, rubbing his head. He always seemed to do that when he was thinking, it was one of those little habits of his she’d always found adorable, like rubbing a bottle hoping a genie would pop out with three wishes.
    If she could have a wish, it would be to have the strength to submit to Marc, to let him have the lead. She’d expect it of him if he’d been the one who’d lost the bet, right?

    M arc hovered above her, his arms resting on either side of her beautiful red hair, which spread enticingly across his sheets. God, she was beautiful. He’d never had the chance to see her like this, naked and vulnerable. This new, different side of Lauren appealed to him just as much as her feistiness did.
    “It’s been a while since I’ve been on the bottom, under a man,” she whispered, and shut her eyes.
    “When was the last time?” Marc leaned down, kissing her face, her neck, breathing in the scent that was uniquely Lauren, even after the bath.
    “Let’s not talk about past lovers. I don’t really want to talk at all.” She smiled and pulled him toward her, kissing his lips, and he ground his hips against hers, unable to control himself any longer.
    “Hang on, baby,” he whispered, and sheathed his turgid cock in latex. “Are you still wet for me?”
    Gently, he slid his cock inside her, only to find tightness, resistance. She was no longer aroused. “What’s wrong?”
    “Stupid memories ruining what should be at the very least an interesting encounter.”
    Marc nodded, still moving his hips against hers, hoping to get her back in the mood. “Maybe I should spank you again. That seemed to get you hot.”
    “This,” she said, rolling over until she straddled him. “This gets me hot.” Lauren pushed his arms above his head, holding him down by the wrists. He let her, despite knowing he could easily overpower her. He didn’t want their first experience to be about him proving that he could physically dominate a woman. She already knew that.
    What he wanted involved a lot more . . . he wanted Lauren to agree to allow him to dominate her. Marc looked up at her, not smiling.
    “You don’t look amused,” she said.
    “I’m not. I meant it when I said I’m not a switch. I’m a Dom through and through. But you . . . you could be a switch. Ever hear of the term ‘gay for you’? Well, you might be ‘sub for you’—well, me.”
    Lauren laughed and he had to laugh with her, despite the fact that she still held his hands above his head like a