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first. You know how I love it when you beg. Usually, I'm so caught
up in you I let your obvious attempts at lording your will over me
slide." He leaned in and I closed my eyes, giddy at the thought of
him punishing me, but he reached beside me, tugging at one of the
hooks on the bench.
    "This bench is a sign of a lifestyle. One
where a submissive gives control, her being, over to her lover. Her
Dominant." His eyes narrowed. "How have you given yourself over to
me? All I see is a petulant child trying to provoke me. It is a
waste, Leila. You know how this ends, with you on your stomach, ass
in the air. Why force my hand?" He gave me a wilting look when I
remained quiet. "Now you choose to listen? Answer my question."
    Because the patience is a virtue stuff is
BS . I censored my answer. "I just want you, Jacob."
    "And I want your submission." He brought his
index finger to his chin, tapping it lightly as he thought
something over. "Perhaps I should send you downstairs to check the
mail as you are. Go for a drive with you wearing nothing at all
beside me."
    Heat tingled in my cheeks at the thought of
being naked in public. Being seen. "Jacob..."
    "You've forgotten what submission is," he cut
in smoothly. "It's more than rough sex, Leila. More than being tied
up and tied down. It's pushing limits. Exploring your sexuality."
He snapped his fingers. "Get up."
    I snapped to my feet, not sure what to
expect. I definitely wasn't expecting him to step around me and
pick up the bench and walk toward the...
    Oh my god.
    He was taking it outside to the patio.
    Memories of touching myself on the wicker
chair, my nerves, and the way it felt to release my inhibitions
rocked me. Touching myself was one thing, but Jacob spanking me out
there? I was rooted firmly in place, the old, familiar pangs of
apprehension back.
    He stepped back through the French doors,
wearing an evil smile. “What’s the problem? I thought you couldn’t
wait to try out the spanking bench?” The smile hardened. “Isn’t
that why you disobeyed me?”
    I bit my lip, keeping my retort to myself. He
knew better than anyone how self-conscious I got when I thought
anyone was watching.
    That’s the whole point, Lay. Pushing your
limits. Jacob taking charge instead of the other way around.
    It didn’t help psych me up for what he wanted
to do out there.
    I took a few steps forward, bringing my
working strap back up, using my other hand to cover my other
breast. “I shouldn’t have provoked you. I just really want you.
Wanted this.”
    He leaned against the doorway, his steely
eyes telling me it was too little, too late. “And I want you. I
plan on spanking you, Leila. Right out there.”
    My throat tightened. It was dinnertime and it
was perfect windows open weather. There were probably even people
out on their patios. Before, I worried we might be heard. There was
no longer a maybe. We would be heard.
     
     

Section Nine
     
    I breathed in and out and moved forward. My
body was already on board. I just had to get my head to catch
up.
    He was watching my movements, passion
flickering in his eyes as I came closer. He shifted to the side,
stopping me from stepping outside. His eyes glittered down at me,
heat radiating from him.
    He cupped the sides of my face. "Take off the
dress."
    I kept my eyes on him, letting go of my hold
on the material. Watching him drink it up as I pulled it over my
hips and let it fall the rest of the way. His eyes worked over the
contours of my body and the only thing that kept me from gripping
him or doing some physical version of 'now what?' was the fact that
I saw he was fighting to keep himself from touching me. From taking
me right on the spot.
    He stepped to the side and I slid past,
willing myself to look at the spanking bench and not the building
on the other side of the bustling street.
    I concentrated on everything else. How the
breeze stroked my naked body, delicious against my alert nerves.
The sounds of the city instead of