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Crap. She could pretty much scratch those hoped-for orgasms then. It was something she’d always wanted to try, but she’d never found a guy who had the patience to keep her on the brink of orgasm for ages, but with Fox it felt like they’d already been at it for days.
“No,” she said, doing her best to seem unfazed by the idea. “I’m game if you think you can handle it.” She let her tone hint at the “little boy” she’d left unsaid.
He chuckled darkly. “Oh, I can handle it, sweetheart. You just try to remember you have a safeword, okay?”
“I’m sure I won’t forget.” She swallowed hard, not sure at all.
“Before we get started, we need to have a little talk.”
Talk? Damn, she should have put that on her list of hard limits. The last thing she wanted to do right then was get chatty.
“Yes?”
He sat on the foot of the bed and beckoned to her. When she reached him, he stood her in front of him, placing her where he wanted her. Crap. This had headmaster’s office written all over it, and she was too horny to deal with acting out role-play scenarios.
“What you did when we were casing the dealership could have blown our cover,” he explained, as though to a child. “When we’re on a job, you need to do what you’re told and stick to the script as much as possible. Too many embellishments or being too flash
y will make salespeople remember who we are. That’s a bad thing.”
God, did they have to talk about that now?
“Do you understand me, Addison?” He narrowed his eyes.
The way he said her name was so fucking sexy.
Wait. Was this even allowed? She hadn’t agreed to let him have control over her when it came to business, but he was . . . mixing things. It was messing with her head. Could she tell him to fuck off without damaging the beginnings of their kink dynamic? Maybe she should safeword.
“I hear what you’re saying,” she said carefully. “But maybe we just have different styles of doing things. Just because you don’t like my way, doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”
“Trust me, it is. Especially since you promised to follow my lead, then didn’t. This might be a fun little hobby for you, but it’s my life. I’m not interested in ending up in jail or losing respect in my community because I’m training a loose cannon.”
She shuffled her feet, embarrassed both because he was taking her to task, and because she was mostly naked and feeling too vulnerable for this discussion. But of course he knew, and was capitalizing on it.
“So what I’m saying is, if you want to learn from me, you have to do things my way.”
She sighed. “Yes, Fox.”
“Now what kind of punishment do you think you deserve?”
Her mouth fell open. What? Outrage throbbed through her. She wanted to smack his handsome face. Curling her hands into fists at her sides, she let her irritation show in her expression.
“It’s not fair for you to make this into a kink thing. I highly doubt you’d punish me this way if I was a guy you were training.”
His brows raised. “You’re absolutely right. If you were a man, I would have pulled off the road somewhere, punched you out, and ended our arrangement. Between the fact that you’re female and we’re . . . whatever we are . . . I thought this was a more appropriate way to deal with the situation.”
Ugh. Hardass.
She had the strong urge to walk away and tell him to go fuck himself, but she didn’t want to stop training with him now, after she’d worked so hard to convince him to take her on. It was looking like she’d have to swallow her pride. The ache in her lower belly was telling her to agree to anything to make him happy, but she also didn’t want to go overboard with that. Being submissive in the bedroom was one thing, but she didn’t want to lose his respect as a fellow car thief. Eventually she’d know everything he knew, and she wanted him to take her seriously.
“Fine. I’m willing to accept punishment from you, within reason.”
He nodded solemnly, as though he’d expected that to be her answer. Fucking cocky bastard.
She had a suspicion he wasn’t going to be one of those dominants who gave a girl a little spanking and called it a punishment.
When he stood and pushed her face down on the bed, her breath caught in her throat. He went back to the cabinet and returned with one hand fisted as though he had something concealed in it. Her anticipation cranked up a notch. If she was lucky she could just fake not liking it.
It took a lot of effort not to glance back at him over her shoulder, but she didn’t want to piss him off. Instead, she waited, inhaling the crisp scent of the bedding.
