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chose to play, and even then, she just wasn’t very good at this part. But you have to be good at it now. He has to believe you .
    And in truth, it would be real , this begging. Because she needed his touch so badly. She’d do anything to get it. She had no choice—not only because of her corporation, but because she needed to climax as badly as she needed to breathe.
    Her voice trembled when she began. “Please,” she said softly. “Please touch me…master. Please rub my pussy.”
    Again, the warmth created by her acquiescence felt almost tangible. It emanated from him in the very way he breathed, the way he looked at her, the way he touched her. And mmm , yes , touch her he did, beginning to rub his fingers in rhythmic circles through her wetness. “Keep going,” he told her.
    She started to say simply, Make me come . But then realized that sounded more like demanding than begging, so she edited her words before she spoke. “Please. Please make me come. Please keep touching me. It feels so good and…and…” What else? What else could she say? “I…want to please you, master. I want to be your slave. I want to come so hard for you and I want you to take pleasure from watching me. I want to be what you want me to be. I want to give myself over to you completely.”
    And, oh God, that’s when the orgasm hit—hard, just like she’d said she wanted. It tore through her like a lightning strike, making her cry out, again and again, as the wild pulses vibrated through her almost violently. She held tight onto the seat on both sides of her as her pussy thrust at Tristan’s hand involuntarily now, seeking every last bit of stimulation, every last bit of pleasure it could.
    Her eyes had fallen shut at some point, but when she opened them, the first thing she saw was the driver, still unabashedly glancing back from up front as he drove. She felt certain Tristan was aware of it too. She shifted her gaze to her old lover, her pleasure complete when she witnessed yet still more warmth in his eyes, warmth and satisfaction. And she recognized that it had happened, that terrible shift in power—terrible because she wasn’t sure quite when and she’d never quite made the decision to let it occur. She’d been…helpless to it. And she couldn’t remember a time in her life—well, in her adult life anyway—when she’d been helpless to anything at all.
    Oh Lord. She’d really, really been driven not only by lust but by pleasing him. This man who’d come back into her life in order to control her. She’d freely submitted to his will. And she’d enjoyed it in a way she couldn’t even understand.
    “You see,” he said softly, “this is how it works. You give me what I need to feel good, then I make you feel good too. It’s not so hard, is it, Adrianna?”
    “No,” she heard herself whisper, aghast even as the admission left her. “No, it’s not so hard.”
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    It wasn’t dominance and submission in the traditional sense, Tristan knew. Not yet, anyway. But they were getting there. She was doing much better suddenly, and it made him so hot he was dying to take her further, deeper, into the game.
    When they returned to the Bellagio, walking back inside and through the busy casino area felt dreamlike, jarring. Because he no longer wanted to show Adrianna off to other people—now he wanted her alone, in his room. Now he wanted to make her do things just for him, no one else.
    So he led her quickly past the bright lights and sounds of gambling to the elevator, sorry when they had to ride up with a crowd—most of whom couldn’t take their eyes off Adrianna—and relieved when they stepped out into the quiet hallway that would deliver them back to his suite.
    Touching her, finally, had been…fucking incredible. He hadn’t quite realized how good it would be. Good from the buildup, the anticipation—but also good in a way it wouldn’t have been with any other woman. Even now, amid all the dirty