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it’s fascinating how, while Tessa does nothing for me, I ache to dominate Sloane in every way possible. Twice.
    I like the choppy layers of her hair. They make her seem modern and strong, though it’s just a hairstyle. Sloane is spunky, but how far is she willing to go? Am I right thinking she’s a natural submissive?
    “From this point on, you will address me only as Sir, and only when I ask you a direct question. You will not move unless I tell you to. Do you understand me?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    My god, I want to fuck her voice. Unable to look away, I walk to the foot of the bed. “Crawl to me.”
    The angle makes her breasts spill over the top of the corset as she crawls toward my feet, hips undulating.
    “Stop.”
    She does.
    Sitting on the bed, I hold my arms out. “Roll up my sleeves.”
    Still kneeling, her fingers fumble to comply; nails gently scratch my forearms in her haste.
    “Good. Now lie across my lap.”
    Her eyes widen. “What?”
    Standing to tower over her, I clench my jaw. “I’ll let that one slide, but if you speak out of turn again, there will be consequences. Now. Let’s try this again, Sloane. Face down on the bed, feet on the floor.” At first I do nothing, just move and stand behind her, letting her body heat mingle with mine, allowing the anticipation to build. And when vertebra by vertebra her spine relaxes, I quickly move aside and slap her ass with a stinging blow that makes her jump. She doesn’t make a sound.
    Pride uncurls in my chest and spreads through my arms, down the hand I rub in slow circles over the place on her ass I just hit. Again and again I alternate spanks and caresses, spreading her legs, squeezing them tightly together. Her body responded to the flogging Tanner organized, but nothing like the way she responds now that it’s her ass being hit. Being caressed. Squeezed.
    Soon her thighs clench on their own and the bed dips with her subtle hip thrusts as she pushes her crotch against the corner of the mattress. She hasn’t made a sound of pain or pleasure even while carried away by the scene.
    “Stand and face me.” The depth of possessiveness that revs through my blood rocks me and I should take a step back.
    Instead, I step closer.
    Because I want to discover her body as much as her limits, I reach around and tug on the zipper of her corset.
    The slip of skin between the top and her jeans is unbearably smooth, and with a fingertip, I follow the path of bare skin to her hip, waiting for the corset to slide down her breasts and hit the floor. Her sharp inhale dislodges the corset, but she clutches it to herself just as it falls, denying me the sight I wanted.
    She gnaws her lip. “That’s enough. Can we continue next time?”
    She can submit but is scared of showing me her nipples? “This is a bad idea. There isn’t enough time to train you properly.”
    “Why, because you want to see me naked?”
    Annoyance ripples through me. “Kink isn’t about seeing and grabbing like a savage. It’s about coming together with someone, laying everything between you bare, committing fully to the scene, to the other person with you. If you’re scared to be seen, how can you throw yourself into the experience? Are you that ashamed of your body?”
    “I get it, I’m new. But I don’t need to be an expert, I just need to submit, correct?”
    I scoff. She doesn’t even understand the concept of submission. And, yet, her body responded to it naturally, openly. Even whilst she fought it. I shake my head despite the appeal. This was still a bad idea. There are some doors even I can’t open. “You can’t handle this.”
    “You’re wrong.” Her eyes glint with determination. “I can. I will . I need you to teach me.” As though words are not enough, she throws her corset to the floor, baring herself to me, taking a step forward with her arms at her sides, hiding nothing. “I have seen things, experienced things more fucked up and twisted than you can imagine and I