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trying to provoke a response.
    Continuing with that, I nuzzle her neck, losing myself in the smooth warmth, in her sharp inhalations. She’s passed so far, but what if something unexpected and a little more invasive was thrown into the mix?
    Her lips are petal soft and I slide my finger between them. “Suck.”
    Her tongue swirls around the tip before her lips seal around my index finger and gentle suction floods my cock with blood. Closing my eyes, I can’t help but picture her latched onto my cock doing those same things with her mouth.
    She did exactly as she was told and managed to make me forget I was testing her. I step back, putting space between us. “You may turn around.” Desire for her nearly strangles me, but I manage to speak. Her eyelids are heavy, lips pouty with lust, skin flushed a darker pink.
    “Put your top on.” I can’t think with her nipples exposed, begging to be licked, sucked. If I continue this, I won’t want to stop partway; I’d need hours on end with her to be satisfied. She isn’t ready for that tonight. I want this woman too much. Fuck it; sink or swim, we’re both going to jump in the deep end.
    And damn the consequences.
    She zips her corset and spins it around, covering herself.
    “I accept the task of teaching you.”
    “Thank you.” She sags in relief.
    “Just so you’re prepared, that was nothing compared to what you will experience.”
    “I don’t care. I can do it.”
    “And yet you would still deny you belong here?”
    Her terse nod convinces neither of us.
    “Your body tells me otherwise.”
    She crosses her arms, becoming all bravado again with the toss of her hair. “What do you know about my body?”
    The bottoms of her jeans vibrate ever so slightly, betraying the shaking in her legs. Even with the corset, her belly is tight and her breathing is quick and shallow. Fingers dig into her upper arms. A delicious blush decorates her chest and creeps up her neck like lacy frost on a window. Her full lips are dark with the blood that’s rushed to them, and her eyes are all dilated pupil. What do I know about her body? “Not nearly enough.”
    She briefly squeezes her eyes closed, but when her gaze meets mine again it’s defiant. “What time tomorrow?”

    The whiskey coats my throat with a silky burn. I go over my schedule for the next few weeks, rearranging things that will need to be cleared so I can coach her, all while wallowing in memories of Sloane Winters.
    I didn’t know I wanted her until she knelt her way into my blood. Spending time together will either get her out of my system or make it exponentially worse. The bar still buzzes with exaltations and arousal from the Florentine Flogging demo. What would Sloane look like, tied to a St. Andrew’s cross and flogged until her skin glowed?
    Does she smile when she comes or scream? Will she writhe and thrash around, or stay silent and still, going inward, losing herself in the pleasures of subspace?
    I punch a number into my phone. Business first.
    Reiley answers on the first ring. “Yes?”
    “Tanner outdid herself tonight.”
    “I’ve heard.”
    I chuckle at the way his Irish accent makes him sound even more bored about it. Nothing happens in his club without him knowing about it. Usually. “Then my next news may come as a bit of a shock. I will be teaching a submissive.”
    “Oh? Anyone I know?”
    “Sloane Winters.”
    His smile reaches me through the phone. “Playing with fire, my friend?”
    Perhaps. “She is one of us and belongs here.”
    “Very well.” He hangs up without saying goodbye.

 
    What the actual hell was I thinking?
    I slam the car door, pull off the stupid hat, and rest my head on the steering wheel. Darko. I’ve never met anyone like him. Well, of course I haven’t! I don’t make a habit of scuttling around in BDSM clubs.
    Something about him grabs me by the ovaries and short circuits my brain. Maybe it was just the danger of the situation, combined with watching that