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her hands—a pride point among the submissives, and the only reason she tortured herself with squats and deadlifts—but she’d been kneeling long enough that the support was necessary. Daniel didn’t reprimand her, the way beginner and fake Doms would have. He reached out, cupping her elbow as she rose. Once she was steady he reached down and massaged her lower legs, helping to restore the circulation.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I have to take care of my slut, don’t I?” His hands slid up her legs to her hips.

He toyed with the straps of her thong. Now that she was standing she could feel the bunched, sodden fabric of her thong between her labia, an awkward, uncomfortable feeling that made her hyper aware of her pussy, and slightly embarrassed by how it must look.

Daniel gripped the straps of her thong and yanked up. Autumn shrieked in surprise, then hissed in pain as the fabric was forced tight against her anus and pussy.

“I told you to take this off, didn’t I?” He reached around and grabbed the back, pulling so that the fabric sawed against her sensitive flesh.

It hurt in all the right ways, and Autumn danced up onto her toes, her hands hanging awkwardly at her sides.

Daniel released it, and before she’d fully lowered herself back onto her heels he was grabbing the thong and shoving it down. It clung to her pussy and removing it stimulated her clit just enough that she let out a little moan.

Daniel surged to his feet, grabbed her hair, forcing her head back. “Did you enjoy me hurting your cunt like that, whore?”

“No…”

Daniel arched a brow and smiled in amusement. “No?”

Autumn leaned into him, her bare breasts rubbing his chest, even as her scalp started to burn with pain.

“I’d like to change my answer.”

“By all means, go ahead.”

“Yes, Sir. I enjoyed it.”

“Then why did you lie?”

She shrugged, only to yelp when his hand switched from her hair to her neck and he yanked her back, putting space between them. His cheek brushed hers as his lips found her ear.

“Did you lie because you were upset by being called a whore?”

“No, Sir.”

“Were you lying to yourself, too?”

“Not exactly.”

“Then why?”

“Because I didn’t want you to do it again. Not because…not because I was scared of the pain, but because I wanted the scene to move on.” The words escaped in a rush, and she tensed, anticipating the fallout.

His thumb slid up to press on the soft spot behind her ear, a strange, intimate touch, before he released her.

Daniel stepped back and sat, casually crossing his legs, ankle on knee. “You are impatient for the pleasure you assume I’ll allow you to feel, because of the toy I brought.”

“I—”

“Quiet, slut.” He waited, brow raised.

She stayed silent, having to clench her teeth to manage it.

“Good to see you can behave.”

She felt like a student called to the principal’s office—she’d been caught and now she’d be reprimanded.

And damn it she was so fucking wet. Without the thong, her slick pussy lips rubbed against one another any time she shifted her weight. Her nipples ached with the need for stimulation, and she had to clench her hands into fists to stop herself from reaching up to play with herself.

This scene, the time she was spending with Daniel, was headed down paths and into areas she’d never thought she wanted to go. That she’d never planned on enjoying. Schoolgirl role-play normally made her cringe, and yet at this moment she wished she had on a plaid skirt, and he was seated behind a desk.

She’d never trusted a—

Trust. She froze, all her attention turned inward. She trusted Daniel. A man she’d only just met, but after a handful of hours knew her shameful secret, and didn’t find her horrible or disgusting. She trusted him in a way she hadn’t trusted someone in a very long time.

“Hey.”

She blinked, focusing. Daniel was standing once more, peering at her face. His gaze moved over each feature as if he could decode her thoughts. Maybe he could.

“Talk to me,” he said softly.

“I…trust you.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled in a smile, but his mouth stayed soft. “I don’t think you trust people very often, do you?”

“No, I don’t. It…surprised me. To realize how much I trust you.”

“And I’m honored by that trust. And at some point I would appreciate a full rundown of the thought process that got you there, but that’s a conversation for aftercare.” He touched her chin, then ran his fingers down the center line of her body all the way to her pussy.

With every millimeter he stroked, she slid deeper into scene. Into her submission.

By the time his knuckle gently prodded the plump top of her vulva, she felt soft and willing. Wildly aroused.

“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured.

“For?”

“For using me. For giving me what I need.”

“You’re very welcome, pet.” He stepped back. “Now it’s time to get you ready to ride.” He winked in that silly exaggerated way that made her smile.

When he turned to the bag there was only one dark thought that she couldn’t fully put aside.

He knew so much about her…but she knew nothing about him.

She was perfect.

No, not perfect. Perfect wasn’t real. No person could be perfect.

What Autumn was, was perfect for him.

He’d never felt so in tune with a submissive before. Somehow he could look at her and he just knew. What she was feeling, what she needed.

And the way that they both were able to slide from a heavy D/s vibe to a lighter, companionable moment and back again was astonishing. In the past, pulling back from that place where he kept his need for control, from his Dom persona, into being just Daniel would disrupt the energy of the scene.

With her it didn’t.

With her he felt…whole. Like he could be wholly himself. And that meant he wanted to tell her about his past.

The overseers knew, due to the club vetting process, and while the shittiest parts of his childhood were readily accessible to anyone willing to

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