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the couch for his marathon grading session. As he walked past the large mirror in the foyer, he caught his own reflection.
    “I’m grinning like a fucking moron. Very smooth.” Shaking his head, he walked past.
    * * * *
    A few days later, Lisette and Ryan were slated to chat at eight in the evening, and it was now seven thirty. Ryan’s webcam wasn’t cooperating, and as he uttered another string of swear words, he hoped he wouldn’t have to cancel. Ever since Lisette had texted him yesterday that she’d be free tonight, his cock had been half-hard. He had plans for her—plans she was as yet unaware of.
    After changing into a T-shirt and a pair of track pants so his poor cock had some room, Ryan signed in to the chat client a few moments before eight and clicked on her name. The screen came up, and he saw Lisette sitting on the bed in her hotel room.
    Perfect.
    “Hey, it’s Ryan. My webcam isn’t cooperating. I can see you. Can you see me?”
    “No, sir.”
    “Is that okay?”
    “Sure.”
    “Sure?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “All right then.” Ryan was actually glad she couldn’t see his face. He was still learning how to control his emotions and his nervousness but didn’t want to show any weakness. “I’d like to do a scene.”
    “All right, sir.”
    Her hand drifted to the center of her chest, and he wondered if her heart had sped up at his proclamation. “Strip. Stand next to the bed, and turn the laptop so I can see you undress.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Lisette did as he bade, and he settled farther into the couch cushions, watching as each item of clothing was removed and her body was once again revealed to him.
    This is way hotter than watching porn.
    His dick agreed.
    “Now prop up some pillows and lie on your back on the bed. Spread your legs. I want your pussy visible to me.”
    She swallowed and nodded before climbing back onto the bed and situating herself. “Is the way I’m positioned acceptable to you, sir?”
    “You’d know if it wasn’t. Get your nipples nice and hard for me. Squeeze them.” She did, and he immediately commanded, “Harder.” Her mouth opened a little. “Harder still. Good. Now hold them that way.” He used his watch to count to thirty seconds without saying another word. “You can release them.”
    “Thank you, sir.”
    “So how was your week?”
    “What?”
    “Excuse me, sub?”
    Lisette shook her head, blinking a couple of times. “I’m sorry, sir. Your question surprised me.”
    “A Dom isn’t allowed to care about a sub’s working life?”
    “Of course you are, and of course you’re free to ask whatever questions you want, sir.”
    “Pinch your nipples again. This time to the point of pain, and hold them until I give you permission to release them.”
    “Y-yes, sir.”
    She did, and he watched closely as her facial expression belied her discomfort. Then he alternated between watching her face and checking his watch. When sixty seconds had passed, he spoke again.
    “You may release them.” With an audible sigh of relief, she did. Her nipples were now very hard and red. “Now hopefully you won’t forget the proper way to address me. How has your week been?”
    “Not bad, sir. Chicago is a strange place to work, though. The unions are really strong in this town, and a little intimidating for someone like me to deal with. You get the feeling if you bitch too much, you’ll be swimming with the fishes, you know?”
    Ryan’s hackles rose. “Do you feel like you’re in danger?” The question came out sharper than he’d intended. “I’m sorry for my tone. But if you really feel afraid, I want you to tell someone.”
    “I will, sir.”
    “Promise me.”
    “I promise, sir.”
    “Spread your pussy lips with your fingers.” He wanted to keep her off guard, and it appeared to be working. Lisette was obviously thrown by another abrupt change in topic, but she took it more in stride this time, reaching down with both hands and opening her lips to