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“I saw you kneel for him.”

“What?” She frowned, looking genuinely confused. But that didn’t mean anything. She was a good liar. “I didn’t?—”

“I saw you. Stop fucking lying.”

“I’m not lying!”

She tried to surge away from the wall but he leaned into her. Unfortunately that brought his cock into contact with her body, and his semi turned into a full erection.

“Whose collar? Who did you scene with besides Red?”

“No one,” she snarled, her eyes flashing with anger. “Maybe I knelt down for a minute because my legs are tired, but I didn’t scene with anyone.”

“Really? Because your fucking skirt is missing.”

Her expression went blank.

Landon’s whole body went cold, as a different possibility occurred to him.

“Colette, did he, did someone…”

“No, Master Red didn’t hurt me.” There was something odd in the precise way she worded that. “He asked, and untied the skirt, but respected my ‘no’.”

Touching her without being able to touch her was killing him, so Landon released Colette and stepped back. “Then whose collar is this? I know it’s not Rolf’s.”

Colette raised her chin, eyes flashing. “Is it Agent Malik asking, or Master Landon?”

Whatever calm he’d scraped together evaporated. “Your choice. Answer the fucking question, Colette.”

“Why? Why does it matter?” she taunted. “What will you do if I don’t answer? Spank me?”

Without stopping to think, Landon grabbed her wrist and hauled her two meters to the left where a low storage bench was pushed against the wall. Landon planted his right foot on the bench, knee bent, and hauled Colette face-down over his thigh.

She shrieked and tried to get away, but he gripped the back of her neck with one hand, forcing her head down, which brought her hips and ass up. Given their height difference, her toes barely skimmed the floor.

Her ass was perfect—round and plump, the high cut of the panties leaving a good expanse of ass exposed.

He brought his hand down on her ass in a hard spank centered on her left cheek. Colette’s feet kicked up as she yelped, and he had to transfer his hold from her neck to curl around the edge of her corset to hold her in place.

He spanked her right cheek, a little harder than he’d spanked the left. It felt so fucking good to have her like this, to hear her make a soft, needy sound.

We’re finally fucking doing this.

He’d spank her, take her to his room, play with her and use her until she was desperate for his cock—fuck knew he was already desperate to feel her pussy around his dick—and then he’d fuck her.

“Safeword,” he demanded.

“I can’t decide,” she snapped, tone at odds with the soft way she rested over his leg. “Between ‘diamond’ and ‘go fuck yourself’.”

God fucking damn it.

Landon hauled her up, holding her shoulders as she swayed.

She shrugged off his hold, raised her hand, and slapped him.

He saw it coming and pulled back so her fingers grazed the corner of his mouth rather than her palm meeting his cheek. He deserved it for spanking her without making sure they were expressly in a scene. Without knowing her safeword.

But he hadn’t spanked her as a Dom. Not really. He’d spanked her like a frustrated man who was losing his fucking mind and hadn’t been able resist her taunt. No excuse, but a reason.