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Within seconds, she was hot with need.

The knowledge that the orgasm was his to give or withhold was excruciating.

She hoped he’d change the angle and press against her G-spot, but he didn’t. Instead, he ground his thumb against her clit.

“Please, please!”

“Which would make it easier for you to make it through the day?” he asked. “An orgasm? Or the sharpness of hunger?”

“Don’t deny me,” she begged. “I can’t take it.”

“You can. Whatever I say. Whatever I ask.”

“Yes,” she said.

“For today, wait.”

She smacked her palms against her desk.

“And with a little more patience next time, sub. My will, sub.”

“Has anyone ever told you no, Mr. Donovan?”

“Of course.” He kept his voice soft, near her ear. “Most regret it later.”

What the hell had she gotten herself into?

He helped her to stand.

Her clit was a pulsing, throbbing, annoying bundle of need. At this moment, she wanted him as much as she hated him.

“Say, thank you, Sir.”

She turned her head to the side to look at him. “Thank you?”

“Or it could be a really long time before I let you come again.”

In one of the forums she’d been following online, a sub talked about a Dom withholding orgasms as a way to ensure good behavior. Another had said her Master liked to leave her horny so that she came fast later in the day. They’d all sounded slightly sexy until she was the unlucky recipient, with hormones rushing through her blood and an unsatisfied pussy. “Thank you, Sir,” she said without a note of gratitude.

“Pull up your underwear.” He smacked her ass, hard.

She couldn’t believe he’d actually leave her this way. It would be at least thirteen hours, probably fourteen, until he took her home this evening.

After she pulled up her thong, he lowered her skirt into place.

“Thank you, Sir,” he prompted.

“Thank you, Nathan.” Her tone was laced with more than a little sarcasm.

“That will cost you.”

“But we haven’t had a discussion about punishment,” she protested quickly. Damn it.

“But I did inform you I wouldn’t tolerate disrespect and that corporal punishment is my preferred form of correction.”

He waited.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Is one of those coffees for me?”

She wanted to tell him no. And now she was tempted to drink his. Instead she replied, “Drip of the day. Black.”

“You remembered. Thank you.” He picked up the cup without the word mocha on the side.

She flushed and looked away.

“Won’t convince me to overlook the other, but this is appreciated.” He took a long, appreciative drink. “Marvin’s?”

“It’s one of my favorite places for morning coffee.”

Flustering her, he took a seat near her desk. “What’s on your agenda?”

How could he go from D/s to boss/employee so fast? She picked up her mocha and sat behind her desk then moved her mouse to wake up her computer and pull up her calendar.

“Please give me access to that,” he said.

She knew she had no right to refuse, especially since he’d shared his with her. “I’ve got a nine o’clock with Zoe McBride. Encore Events. Do you want to sit in?”

“If I’m free, I’ll say hello, but I trust you to handle it.”

“I’ll need a budget.”

He shook his head. “I want you to bring me one, and I’ll sign off on it. Make every penny count and be prepared to make a reasonable case for the expenditures.”

As always, he made her shift uncomfortably. “At lunchtime, I’ll be seeing Mr. Newman.”

He nodded.

“Then happy hour with Andi.”

“And…?”

Her pussy moistened from the way he regarded her. “Whatever pleases you.”

“Specifically?” He took a drink. “What would that be?”

She uncrossed her legs then recrossed them in the opposite direction. “Putting the clamps on my nipples.”

“Very, very good.” He picked up the clamps and hung them from his index finger.

Kelsey took them from him and dropped them into her tote.

“Are your evening plans on the calendar?”

“Since they’re private, no.”

“Where are you going?”

“You don’t need to pick me up,” she told him again, even though she suspected he wouldn’t listen to any arguments.

Silence hung between them. He let it drag until she could no longer tolerate it.

“Friscos.” She gave him the address.

“Alcohol and scenes don’t mix well, so you’ll want to limit yourself if you want to scene. If you just want to go have fun with your friend, that’s perfectly fine.”

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