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He shakes his head. “You don’t get to whine about a decision I’ve made. If you’re going to pout, I’ll give you something to pout about.”

He points at the armchair I was sitting in before. “Bend over the back.”

I do. The vulnerability is immediate as Victor shoves my skirt up around my waist.

His palm lands on my bare ass, sharp and hot. The shock pulls an unexpected sob from my throat.

Ten hard spanks, rapid-fire, until my skin burns and my eyes water.

He yanks me upright and spins me to face him.

“Your pleasure belongs to me,” he says, voice deadly soft. “And when you’re in this building, you exist to serve. I decide when you get to let go. I know I said I wanted to reward you, and I do. Trust me, sweetheart. This is part of it.”

I nod, my breath coming fast.

He steps closer, crowding my space. “Do you understand why I’m doing it this way?”

I bite my lip. “Not exactly, Sir. But I trust you.”

He smiles and drags a thumb along my cheekbone.

“I want you aroused. I want you desperate. When you’re that needy, that on edge, it will make the pain of that many needles more bearable.”

The logic is perfect, and yet I want to beg him to put his fingers or cock inside of me and finish me off right here. But I trust him, so I don’t.

He grabs my chin and kisses me hard. I taste myself on his tongue, and whimper at how it fuels my arousal.

“Now, here are your instructions, butterfly,” he says, all business again. “Go to our suite and put on exactly what I’ve laid out on the bed. Do not deviate.”

I nod my agreement, and he kisses me softly. “Good girl. You’ve proved you can take control, now I want you to surrender it completely. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

He helps me straighten my skirt with a gentle touch. Then he fixes a stray curl behind my ear.

He holds my gaze and presses one more kiss to my lips. “You’re mine, Grace. Don’t forget that.”

My voice is steady when I answer. “Never.”

He steps back.

“Go. Don’t keep me waiting.”

I turn to leave the office when he stops me once more. “I meant it, Grace. Don’t deviate from what I’ve laid out for you, or there will be consequences.”

Fuck. What does he want me to wear?

I leave the office with my ass burning and my pussy throbbing, more desperate than before. But that’s exactly how he wants me.

I make my way to the suite, focused on his assignment. The thrill of anticipation is sharp in my veins.

Tonight, I get to be his art, his canvas, and I’ll have Lili with me as he creates.

In the suite, the first thing I notice is the way Victor has arranged everything. The clothes are lined up across the bedspread like a checklist. Lingerie in rich purple with black and silver accents. A matching thong with sides that shimmer, and a garter belt with silver clips that will catch light when I move.

The lingerie is backless, leaving me exposed from the top curve of my ass to the base of my neck where it clasps, halter-style.

It’s clear he chose this so his canvas will be free. A simple black dress and heels are also laid out after the lingerie.