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struggling to force the leather to curl in on itself and not fall to the floor, and then returned to her original task. She carefully worked Jace’s zipper and felt the bulge of him leap free of the constraining fabric. She pushed his pants down and knelt as he again lifted each foot to step out of them, until she stood with them in both hands. The walk to the closet stretched time out, built her anticipation, and she wanted to scream. Her heart was racing, and her flesh prickled with goose bumps. Jace spoke behind her, and she realized he had moved to stand by the bed, near that belt, still wearing his boxers. She jumped.
    “Come here and get on your belly over the pillows. Ass in the air.”
    Rowan complied, nearly running to her fate, and knee walked up the center of the big bed to slide her body over the pillows, dropping her chest down, her cheek rubbing against the satin cover, stomach resting on the cushiony stack. She felt horribly vulnerable and exposed and reveled in it. The sensation intensified when Jace ran a rough hand from her shoulders to the curve of her buttocks and then dipped between her thighs to push them apart.
    “Hold this position.” His dark, dominant tone went straight to her sex, and she felt her folds swell even more, and her clit tingle and even more lubrication seep from her vagina, if that was humanly possible. She closed her eyes and dug her fingertips into the duvet. No, it was called a comforter, but it was sadly lacking in any.
     
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    Jace stared down at Rowan’s prostrate form and marveled that things had gone so smoothly. It had taken all of his tenacity and considerable powers of persuasion to convince the little friend to set up the meeting, and he didn’t envy her Ash’s wrath when she found out. He didn’t care if it spilled over onto him, and didn’t care what would happen when Alistair learned of his perfidy. Rowan was submissive, through and through. She had obeyed him in the restaurant with just a hint of defiance, and he hadn’t missed her response to the threat of being cuffed, let alone the impact of the cold steel actually clamping around her wrists. He was making up the ground he lost that first night, and briefly regretted the three intervening weeks when they could have been together, learning about the other.
    “Do you know why you are being punished?” Jace forced his tone to be calm, almost indifferent, and it had the desired effect.
    Rowan’s voice trembled, and Jace recognized both fear and arousal. “Because I walked out without talking to you about why I felt I had to leave.”
    Jace’s heart leapt. She got it. He might have made the mistake, but she had compounded it after agreeing to try things his way.
    “You have your safe word.”
    “Yes.”
    Jace contemplated his belt, curled up on the bedside table, right within Rowan’s line of sight, should she open her eyes. It had served its purpose to judge by how she had quaked when he’d ordered her to free it and place it there. He made a decision and stooped to pull two pieces of black velvet rope from under the mattress. It was unreasonable to expect Rowan to withstand her first spanking without trying to move or use her hands to protect herself. He pulled her hands loose from their grip on the bedding and efficiently tied them together, wordlessly wrapping her fingers around the long end before securing the rope to the piece he attached to the slatted headboard. She didn’t resist and made a quiet sound, muffled by her hair. Jace smoothed the dark, silky stuff back so he could see her face and then laid his hand on her buttocks. She clenched in response.
    “I’ll add a spank every time you clench, Rowan. And if that doesn’t teach you, I’ll insert something here.” Jace pressed a finger suggestively against her anus and Rowan flinched and whimpered. “It will be a deterrent, I promise.”
    “I understand.” Rowan’s voice was faint, and for a moment Jace wondered if he had