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I’m shaking, my
whole body in a panic. How much longer can this go on? What will
Brent demand next in exchange for keeping my secrets?
    What happens when I can’t stop him anymore,
and he reveals the truth?

EIGHT: CAM
    My apartment has always been a place of
solitude: my sanctuary away from the high-pressure demands of
running the company. But finding Isabelle waiting for me in the
evening, curled up on the couch with her laptop and a glass of
wine, it’s become a home.
    She looks like she belongs here.
    “What are you working on?”
    Isabelle jumps. She’s miles away. But when
she sees me, her face lights up.
    “You’re back. I thought you might be working
late again.” She comes up and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Then
she catches herself, and looks anxious. “Sorry,” she mutters
quietly. “Is that OK? I mean, am I allowed…?”
    I soothe her with a smile. “You’re allowed.
You should feel free to act normal around me, until I tell you
different.”
    She nods, as if she’s taking mental
notes.
    I put my briefcase down and loosen my tie.
She’s still dressed in a designer outfit, looking polished and put
together. “Did you have a good day?” I ask.
    She nods. “I was working. I’m co-hosting a
benefit for a foster youth organization,” she explains. “We’re
holding a casino night with all the proceeds going to the
charity.”
    “That’s a great idea,” I nod. “Plenty of
rich people with big egos looking to prove something at the
tables.”
    Isabelle smiles. “I’m counting on it. I’ve
just been making some updates to the site.” She turns her screen
around to face me.
    The website is glossy and tasteful. “It
looks great,” I say approvingly. “Did you create it?”
    Isabelle flushes and shakes her head. “God,
no, I can’t do something like this. I just told the technician how
I wanted it to look.”
    “You are a great designer,” I tell her
gently. She does this so often, puts herself down. She doesn’t
realize the talents she does have. “Were you with Olivia and the
other girls?”
    A shadow crosses her face. “Yes,” she says
hurriedly.
    I pause. Slowly, I sit down opposite her.
Every move I make has to be strategic at this point. It doesn’t
matter that I crave her body, and need her to be naked and spread
for me already. I need to maintain our boundaries. My control.
    “What else happened?” My voice is casual. I
watch her response.
    Isabelle looks away. “Nothing much.” Her
tone is bright. “I wanted to get straight back and work on the
website.”
    “Isabelle.” My voice is a warning. Still,
she refuses to meet my eyes. “Tell me.”
    “I told you everything you need to know,”
Isabelle snaps. “Is this a conversation or an interrogation?”
    “Both,” I reply calmly. “I’m asking you a
question. That means you tell me whatever I want to know.”
    Isabelle stares back stubbornly. “And what
if I don’t want to?”
    “Then you’ll require a lesson in obedience.”
I stand. This is unacceptable behavior from any sub. And if I let
it go, she’ll never learn. I cross the room and stand over her.
    “Get up.”
    I see another flare of stubbornness in her
eyes. I glare back.
    Isabelle looks away first. She gets to her
feet, still reluctant.
    “Go upstairs,” I order her softly. “Take off
your clothes, and get on your hands and knees over the bench. Wait
for me there.”
    I hear her breath hitch. Now, there’s desire
in her gaze. “Yes, Master,” she breathes, clearly excited.
    She practically scampers into the hall and
up the stairs. I take a moment, watching her go. She thinks this
will be fun for her, a sexy game, but it’s so much more. We’re only
beginning her instruction, but she needs to understand that I’m
serious. There is no place for disobedience.
    My will is absolute.
    I decide to take a shower and change, and
leave her waiting for twenty minutes or more. The anticipation of
pleasure or pain is a powerful tool, and by the time