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unease, Nat walked back to the bedroom. There was nothing wrong with telling Emily her name, much less demanding that Emily put her tongue to good use. This was a woman she actually wanted to fuck. She might as well go with her gut and enjoy their evening together. This situation didn’t often arise in her line of work, so she damn sure didn’t plan to let her emotional baggage ruin her good time.
    Before entering the room, she quietly placed her hand on the knob and put on her game face. It was possible that Emily was still kneeling on the floor where she had placed her. But if she wasn’t, Nat needed to react swiftly and with confidence. The scene depended upon it. Taking a breath, she threw open the door and stepped inside.
    Emily hadn’t disappointed—she wasn’t where Nat had left her. She visibly startled when Nat entered the room, jumping away from the table of toys she had been perusing. Immediately her gaze went to the place where she was supposed to be, then she looked back at Nat, eyes widening. Her genuine surprise and confusion was so cute that Nat wanted to laugh out loud. Moments like these made her glad she’d cultivated some respectable acting skills.
    Without smiling, Nat strode across the room and seized Emily’s upper arm in a tight grip. She paid close attention to Emily’s breathing and her body language as she squeezed, gauging her desired pain level. Emily’s fantasy contained elements of BDSM, including spanking, light slapping, and verbal humiliation, but Nat didn’t sense that she wanted to be hurt . Nat had worked for clients who got off on real pain, even the drawing of blood, but Emily seemed like a woman who wanted to skirt the edge of actual pain and danger, yet still feel safe. Nat was all too happy to oblige—that was her favorite way to play.
    Emily’s lips parted and a tiny gasp escaped, making Nat shiver. The sound triggered clenching pleasure between her legs, and she had to grit her teeth not to react out loud. “Where are you supposed to be?”
    Emily opened then closed her mouth, clearly at a loss for words.
    Nat slapped her sharply on the bottom and Emily yelped. She repeated, “Where are you supposed to be?”
    “Over there, mistress.” Emily gestured without meeting her gaze. “On the ground.”
    “Like an obedient slut, isn’t that right?” Turning them to face the table, Nat pressed against Emily’s back and nipped at her shoulder. She pushed her hips into Emily’s bare bottom, indulging in a brief moment of fantasy about strapping on her cock later. “What were you looking at, slut? Tell me.”
    Emily shivered and opened her mouth, but no words emerged. Energized by her hesitation, Nat moved forward slightly, pinning her to the table. Emily gripped the edge as she was thrown off-balance. “Nothing, mistress.”
    “Nothing?” Deciding to toy with Emily a bit, Nat trailed a string of gentle kisses across the back of her neck. She eased away, allowing Emily to push off from the table. “Really, darling?” Not waiting for a response, she placed her hand on Emily’s hip, slid it across her belly, then moved down to cradle between her thighs. “Nothing?” When Emily bit her lip and leaned back slightly, Nat kissed her throat, then tightened her grip on Emily’s mound roughly. “You must think I’m stupid.”
    “No, mistress—”
    Nat used the narrow space between Emily’s hips and the table to deliver a quick slap to her pussy. Hips jerking, Emily cried out in surprise. The noise lanced through Nat, filling her with heady power. She brought her lips to Emily’s ear. “Standing in front of a table full of sex toys and you expect me to believe you were looking at nothing ? How could that be? Who would believe such a silly lie?”
    Emily shook her head, but before she could offer an explanation, Nat pushed her against the table again and grabbed her hands, dragging them forward to trap them against the wooden surface. Bringing her mouth to Emily’s