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I was mentally going through my schedule for the week, trying to figure out when I might be able to squeeze in the appointment when I heard my phone buzzing in my purse.

“No, sorry. I didn’t schedule one. I meant to, but it slipped my mind,” I absently said while I dug through the contents of my purse in search of my cell.

“That’s what I thought, considering how this thing with us happened rather suddenly. So I pulled your doctor’s contact info from your phone and took the liberty of scheduling an appointment for you. You’ll go on Thursday, ten in the morning.”

Too busy reading the incoming text, it took me a minute to process what he had said. Once it registered, I wasn’t sure if I had heard him correctly.

“Wait. You scheduled a gynecologist appointment for me?” I asked, completely aghast. I wasn’t sure if I should be pissed off or embarrassed.

“Don’t be mad, Krystina. You set the stipulations, and I couldn’t agree more. Besides, I’m anxious to ditch the condoms. I want you cleared and on some sort of birth control so I can feel that silky pussy of yours without any barriers,” he said huskily, unabashed arousal in his eyes.

Oh no, buddy.

His sexy eyes and suggestive wiles weren’t going to work. He had just crossed more lines than I could count, impeding on my privacy.

A woman’s gynecologist was supposed to be personal.

“You overstepped your bounds, Stone. My doctors are private. You had no right to do that,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Krystina, do you really want to go a round about this? Because I don’t. You would have made the appointment anyway. So, what if I did it for you? Think of it this way—we’ll have no worries come the weekend.”

“First of all, depending on the form of birth control I choose, we may not be in the clear in time for the weekend. Second of all, you’re assuming I’m going to spend the weekend with you.”

“I’m not assuming anything. I know you are. Just you and me, angel. Flesh on flesh. And your unconditional obedience,” he finished shamelessly.

Like I really needed another reminder of lesson number one.

I scowled at him.

Yes, we had an agreement—one I was determined to meet. I had said I would give him my submission, or at least try to, and I wasn’t the type of person to take failure lightly. I certainly wasn’t about to start now. Unfortunately, the pride I felt over maintaining my independence kept getting in the way. If this was going to work, I needed to loosen the reins a little bit. However, I made a mental note to make an entirely new list—one outlining the definition of my supposed obedience.

Just take a step back and give him some measure of control. At least for now. That’s all he really wants.

“Fine. You win this round. I’ll stay the weekend,” I said begrudgingly. “But in the future, I’d appreciate it if you allowed me to schedule my own appointments.”

“Fair enough, as long as you remember that it’s my job as your Dom to take care of you—in all matters. I can see that’s going to be a struggle for you.”

“You think?” I replied.

He got up from his seat behind the desk and came to stand behind me. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he began to massage, kneading small circles with his thumbs over my neck.

“In time, you’ll learn to understand how this works, Krystina. In fact, once you learn your role, you’ll welcome it.”

“I don’t know about welcoming it, but I’ll try,” I said, softening under his miraculous hands. I might be able to withstand his crafty way with words for a time, but I was a pile of mush under his touch.

“I want an entire weekend with you tied up and naked,” he said, leaning down to nibble on my ear.

“Mmm…actually, since we’re talking about the weekend, do you have any particular plans for Friday night?” I asked, tilting my head to the side so he could sample his way down my neck.

“I have several plans, many of which include you tied to my bed.”

“Stop it,” I lightheartedly scolded. “You really are the devil! I’m serious now.”

“Me too. I want to start checking off all the things you highlighted green on your little list,” he added suggestively, hands moving down to cup my breasts.

“Alex!” I shrugged his hands off. “I’m not kidding around. Melanie, a girl I work with, just texted me. A few people at work are planning a get-together at Murphy’s Pub on Friday. It’s sort of a good-bye party for me.”

I looked up at him, only to see his eyes had darkened.