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instincts, following her urges, saying the things she felt like saying, acting the way she felt like acting. She had to seriously pretend to submit now. She had to make him believe her. She had to be sweet, docile, subservient—all the things she normally was not.
    But you can still do this without selling your soul. You just have to be a better actress than you’ve been so far.
    Now she had to stay focused. On protecting her company. On pretending to be his sex slave, once and for all.
    Back in the limo, instead of sitting in the seat perpendicular to her as he had so far, Tristan joined her on the wide seat spanning the back of the car.
    As the limo took off, she started to wonder where they were going next—when Tristan shocked her by lifting his hand to her cheek, turning her face toward him. His green eyes sparkled on her; his lush mouth rested a mere inch from her own. Her heartbeat sped up.
    “Are you going to do what I said, Adrianna?” he asked, his voice firm yet laced with understanding. “Are you going to be a good little girl from now on?”
    “Yes.”
    “I know this is hard on you,” he said, “but I also know you can do it if you try. You can give yourself over to me. Let me take charge. Of everything.”
    She nodded, willing now. Because she had to be. She even said, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll do better.” And somehow, for some reason, his expression—slightly surprised but very pleased—made her pussy surge with fresh moisture.
    He gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips. “Such a good girl,” he said. “You fucked up a little after we left the steakhouse, and again back there in the strip club. But since you’re being such a good girl right now, I want to show you that good little girls get rewards. Would you like that, Adrianna? A little reward?”
    She had no idea what he was talking about, but she simply nodded anyway. Because yes, she wanted a reward, and because it was now officially her job to nod, to agree with him no matter what.
    “Spread your legs for me.”
    Of course, she knew from the restaurant that spreading her legs resulted in revealing her cunt given how short the dress was. And a glance forward told her that their cute driver was still using his rearview mirror to watch them through the open window. So be it.
    Looking back to Tristan, yet keeping her eyes somewhat shaded as she supposed a submissive girl should, she bit her lip and parted her legs wide. Just as at the restaurant, a sensation of dirty delight skittered up her inner thighs.
    Tristan looked down, so she did too. The black dress rose to her hips so that her open slit was fully visible—pink and wet.
    “That’s so pretty, my naughty slave girl.”
    “Thank you,” she whispered, then, for good measure added, “master.”
    She could almost see the warmth cascade through him at the address. And to her utter surprise, it made her a little warm too.
    That’s when Tristan leaned over to gently stroke his fingers through her cunt.
    She let out a wild gasp at the so-desperately needed pleasure. She hadn’t expected that. And—oh God—it felt so good.
    “Did you like that, little girl?”
    She nodded vigorously. “ Yes . Oh yes!”
    “Do you want me to touch you some more?”
    Another nod. “Please.”
    “Tell me how it feels, Adrianna, as I touch you,” he said, then raked his fingers through her sensitive folds once more.
    A hot sigh of pleasure left her, and in that moment, she would have given him anything he wanted to get more touches. “It feels like electricity sizzling through my body. So amazing. My pussy’s on fire. I’m so hot for you, Tristan.”
    She lifted her gaze just enough to see the satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “That’s good, my little slave. Now,” he said, his voice warm, his face close to hers, “beg. Beg me to touch you. Beg me to make you come.”
    Beg him . Adrianna never begged—the rare exception being those occasional BDSM games in which she