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my question.”
    “I have no ill effects from the beating, Sir. I barely had a red mark above one of my knees.”
    She sounded a bit disappointed.
    “Would you like to see for yourself?” she asked.
    His boxers could no longer contain his erection. He forced himself to focus on the upcoming discussion. “What happened last night was unacceptable. I apologize.”
    “I’m not sure what you’re apologizing for.” She frowned. “I begged you to beat me.”
    “I enjoyed every minute of it. But the location was wrong. I should not have mixed the work issue with the fact I wanted to use my belt on your ass. It should have happened offsite, at my place or at yours.”
    “I see.”
    “I’ve only had one long-term relationship. I travel too much, and my schedule is extraordinarily demanding, and frankly, Alani, I value my freedom.”
    “Is there a reason we’re having this discussion? You hit me with a belt a few times. That hardly justifies your need to tell me about your past or freaking out about your freedom.” She straightened in her seat and leaned back again, putting physical distance between them. Her body language spoke volumes.
    He fought back a sudden surge of temper. He couldn’t wait to have her naked, rounded derriere across his lap. “I’m not freaking out about anything. What I’m saying is this: I will handle your retraining. But I want more from you. My cock has been hard since I had you over the desk last night. I want to fuck you. I intend to fuck you. I don’t want any confusion between our work life and our personal lives.”
    “I’m not confused.”
    “Do you have a boyfriend? A dom? An important relationship?” He took a deep breath and leaned forward. His cock pressed insistently against his pants. “I want to see you outside the club. Is there anything that will stand in the way of you giving yourself to me?”
    She brushed a few strands of hair back from her face. “I have no other relationship, but a man, any man, including a dom, must earn my respect before I agree to anything.”
    He nodded at her challenge. She wasn’t the typical sub, which was probably why she appealed to him.
    “Go on,” he said, wondering if he’d made an error. Was this sexual tension all one-sided? Was one man as good as another as long as he beat her and gave her screaming orgasms?
    He all but ground the enamel off his back teeth.
    “I’m not interested in anything long-term with any man,” she said. “The fact you travel a lot frankly appeals to me. It makes things more clear, more defined. So in answer to your question, yes, I am interested in hooking up for an occasional scene with you, Sir, as long as you fuck me after you beat me.”
    “Good.” He was more clipped than he intended. He wasn’t asking to collar her, but Christ, he wanted something more than just a promise of an occasional meeting. Was there a woman more confounding than Alani Dane? “Then we’re clear. When we’re at work, we’ll keep things professional. Fortunately I’ll only be here a week while Master Marcus is gone. Outside of the club, I will bend you to my will, punish your indiscretions, beat you into erotic submission, and fuck you ragged. Blunt enough?”

Chapter Four
    Alani’s heart missed its next beat.
    Yes. It was blunt enough.
    Last night and most of today had been torture. She’d chastised herself for allowing boredom with the scene to impact her job. She’d been alternately pissed and thrilled with Master Nathaniel’s high-handed treatment.
    No man, either at the club or away from it, had affected her the way he did. He seemed to know her deepest fears and motivations. He knew what she wanted in terms of punishment. His beating had been magnificent. It had hurt, and she still bore one small welt behind her left knee. But it hadn’t been over the top. He hadn’t hurt her the way the other dom had.
    He’d found a rhythm that might have sent her into subspace, and she’d been close to achieving it.