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will.”
    “Please don’t make me do this.”
    “Do I have to remind you that you gave me your submission?”
    She flinched. Then, slowly, her fingers trembling against her thigh, she reached between her legs and touched herself. She was a bit moist yet from her bath, and her labia separated easily. Tentatively, she stroked, finding the sweet spot that always worked for her. In moments, she felt more moisture gathering.
    “Stop.”
    She obeyed, but reluctantly. Why was he having her do this to herself if he was going to stop her just when it was getting good?
    “Are you close?”
    She nodded, suddenly dry-mouthed.
    “Slow down. Make it last.”
    She tried to obey, but lasted only a few more strokes. She came quickly with a small shudder.
    “Is that the best you can do?”
    What was wrong with it? She did as he’d said and made herself come. She looked at him.
    “You’ve showed me that arousal isn’t a problem for you.”
    True, she could turn herself on. She just couldn’t manage turning Jack on. Maybe that’s what Adrian had in mind. He could teach her how to arouse a man.
    “Now you need to work on control.”
    Whose control?
    “Get up. Open that drawer.” He pointed to the lowest of the armoire drawers.
    “Bring the bag here.”
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    “What bag?” The armoire had contained only her spa outfits this morning. Who had put something in there since then?
    She opened the drawer and sure enough, there was a travel bag, monogrammed with the spa’s logo. She picked it up. It was bulkier and heavier than it looked and she took it to him as instructed, then knelt at his feet again.
    “Open it.”
    She unzipped it, and reaching in, she pulled out a number of packages wrapped in the spa’s distinctive cream paper. All right! Goodies.
    “Some clients may get these supplies later in their training, but with you, I am making an exception.” She glanced up, puzzled. “Open them.”
    She pulled the heavy wrapping paper away from an oblong package. A set of dildos, in varying sizes, was nestled inside a clear plastic case. What? She’d been expecting toiletries, the spa’s signature lotions and creams. Why these dildos? Heat rushed to her cheeks as she studied them. The smallest was no bigger than her index finger, slender and straight. Another was longer, slightly curved. The third was longer, larger all around, with a bulbous tip. All three were wider at the base. She glanced up at him. “Why—”
    “We will discuss their uses later. Open another one.”
    Anticipation and a curious sense of dread trickled through her, making her skin feel hot and too tight. It felt so strange, sitting here at Adrian’s feet with these sex toys in her hand and her body so aware of his. She flicked a glance up at his face and saw his eyes intent on hers, an unreadable expression on his face. Yet, there was something deep in his eyes. Warmth? That was crazy. It was only her own flush that made her see heat in his gaze. Discuss, he’d said, but she was positive he meant to do more than talk. Her breath hitched in her throat. She hesitated, her hand poised over the open bag.
    He prodded her with the tip of his shoe. Quickly, she reached in and brought out another package. Unwrapping it, she found a vibrator; similar to the one she had at home, made of soft, flexible rubber and shaped like a penis, complete with veining and a ridged head. She couldn’t stop the involuntary look at his crotch, wondering how the vibrator compared to the real thing.
    He noted her look but said only, “Open the rest.”
    Obeying him, she found a small black velvet box containing a set of silver balls connected by a red ribbon. She knew what they were but had never used them. Her breasts felt hot. Her internal muscles clenched as though the balls were already deep within her. She looked at him again, noted how his eyes shuttered his expression, but he couldn’t hide the way his tongue flicked over his lips, or the way his Adam’s apple