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whipped. Ever.” She gnawed on her lip.
    “Still waitin’ for an answer, Angel.”
    “Fine. I can’t ask you to spank me.”
    “But you liked watching that redhead get her ass smacked last night.” That’s when Ben understood. “You need me to take the choice away completely. Like Murphy did with Layla. You need me to decide when to paddle your ass.”
    She nodded, a bit shyly.
    “I don’t like usin’ a spanking as punishment.”
    “I’m not usually much of a rule breaker anyway, so see my dilemma?” She peered up at him. “I’d be worried you’d use more than your hand on me.”
    “There’s no need for you to worry because it’d be my decision.”
    She pursed her mouth into a scowl.
    “Ah-ah. None of that.” His lips grazed the plumpness of hers, hovering a breath away, waiting to swoop in and claim the kiss she’d denied him last night.
    This time when she opened her tempting mouth, Ben denied her a kiss. Moving his lips to the tip of her chin and cruising up the left side of her jaw. He nuzzled her ear, licking, blowing, nibbling. The more he nuzzled, the harder she squirmed. Coarse hair brushed his cheek and he itched to remove the wig, so she wasn’t hiding anything from him.
    Her fingers inched up his chest and she clutched his shirt.
    “Hands by your sides,” he reminded, nipping her neck.
    She gasped, twisting away from his mouth.
    “Stay still.” His tone turned sharp and he forced her hands back down.
    “I-I don’t know if I can.”
    “Not a request.” When Ben sank his teeth into the section of skin between her shoulder and throat, her knees buckled and she shoved him away hard.
    Her mouth was open in shock when she realized what she’d done. She took a defensive posture, wrapping her hands over herself, attempting to melt into the wall. “Sorry. God, I’m sorry, Bennett. I forgot for a second.”
    “Then it’s time I give you a very clear reminder about who’s in charge.” He uncurled her fingers from her biceps, forcing her hands by her sides. “Repeat after me. Bennett is in charge of me tonight.”
    “Bennett is in charge of me tonight.”
    “Say it again. Bennett is completely in charge of me tonight.”
    A spark of irritation darkened her eyes but she repeated, “Bennett is completely in charge of me tonight.”
    “Good. But because you inappropriately used your hands, you’ve lost the use of them for as long as I see fit.”
    “What? No. That’s not fair—”
    Ben got right in her face. “Keep it up and I just might rethink my stance on not usin’ spanking as punishment for talkin’ back. Understand?”
    She swallowed hard. Then nodded.
    “Turn and face the wall.”
    She didn’t hesitate at his command. She didn’t move when he unzipped her corset and tossed it aside. She didn’t protest when he tugged her leather skirt down her legs, leaving her in a tiny peach lace thong and the three-inch black patent leather pumps.
    But she did tremble when he rested his hands on her hips. “You’re shaking.” He pressed a kiss on the slope of her shoulder. “Why?”
    “Because I don’t know what happens next.”
    “But it’s exciting, isn’t it?” Ben slid his hands up the front of her body. Over the soft curve of her belly. Pausing to cup her breasts. Stopping to place his thumb on the erratic pulse pounding in her neck. “What’s your safe word?”
    “Broncos.”
    “Do you want to use it now?”
    A pause, then, “No. Sir.”
    Ben twined his fingers with hers and towed her away from the wall. At the end of the bed was a leather foot bench, the perfect height, length and width for what Ben had in mind. He dragged it to the middle of the room.
    “Sit.” He opened the top dresser drawer and removed the items he’d need.
    She remained in a prim and proper pose. Her head wasn’t bowed and her eyes seemed mighty interested in what he held in his hands.
    He stepped so close she had to widen her knees to accommodate him, grinning down at her because her