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questions?”
    “No, Sir.” She started walking away.
    “Where are you going?”
    Nailah looked at him over her shoulder. “To change.”
    “Don’t remember dismissing you.”
    “Sorry, Sir.” She retraced the three or four steps then stood facing him. “Was there anything else, Sir?”
    Armando leaned down and whispered in her ear. “When you come back, I want that pussy dripping wet. Am I understood?” When he slid his hand along her neck and up under her hair, Armando felt her shiver. His lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Am I?”
    Nailah turned her head so their lips just barely touched. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good. Go ahead.”
    Eight minutes later, when Nailah came back, completely naked, Armando was already busy catching up with email on his laptop. Maria’s birthday was coming up and he had to find her a gift.
    Nailah stood somewhat patiently in front of him.
    “Come kneel right here.” She sank to her knees between his feet. Armando put his laptop aside, then grabbed the collar he’d fished out of the chest in his closet. She followed his cues and let him fasten the thick strap of leather around her neck.
    It’s only temporary , he told himself. This is only for tonight. She’s not yours. She is not yours.
    He closed the buckle then lifted her chin with the edge of his knuckle. “Is it too tight? Too loose?”
    “No, Sir. It feels fine.”
    “Good. Now, what did you learn about submissive poses, about posture?”
    “I know some of the positions have names and there are different poses for different purposes, like service and punishment. But I didn’t memorize them. Sir.”
    “That’s fine. I’m glad you’ve got the gist.” He lightly drew his finger down her cheek. Her eyes slid closed.
    Only for tonight, he told himself again. He kept touching her face, lightly stroking her cheek and drawing his thumbs across her lips. She’d taken off all her make-up and still she looked beautiful.
    “I want you to present yourself to me. Right here on the floor. Show me if you can and then we’ll make adjustments.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she said clearly.
    She started to move and he already saw that even though she had the right idea, he wanted her a different way.
    “Uh-huh. Forward, like that. Legs spread, ass up. I want to see your pussy. You have to show me how wet it is. Good. Good girl. Rest your head on your hands. Yes, just like that. Thank you. Now stay.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she said, nearly whimpering just loud enough for him to hear.
    Then he grabbed his laptop and went back to his online shopping. He listened closely to Nailah’s breathing. There were a few stutters and gasps, but soon she took a deep breath and made herself relax. She dropped her lower back, keeping her ass in the air the way he’d instructed her to. It took the strain off her abs and shoulders.
    He only made her wait a few minutes, ten or so, while he picked out an iPad and some accessories for his sister. Nailah was good, held as still as possible, but he could tell this was her first time doing something like this with her body. She was starting to get uncomfortable.
    Armando closed his laptop, setting it aside, and then toed off his dress shoes, leaving him in a fancy pair of socks Maria had picked out for him. “You doing okay down there?”
    “Yes, Sir. I’m fine.”
    “Good. I like the view from here. I’m tempted to keep you there all night. What do you think about that?”
    “I—” Nailah was brought up short by Armando’s silk-clad foot rubbing along her cunt. Not that he couldn’t tell from a few feet away, but the touch confirmed it. She was soaking wet.
    “I can’t hear you, sweetheart. You’ll have to speak a little louder.” Armando suppressed his laughter as Nailah pushed back against his foot. She whimpered before she answered.
    “I don’t think you would want that, Sir.”
    “Is that right?”
    “Yes, Sir. I think you’d want to fuck me or spank me, eventually.”
    “You don’t think I