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She stared, mesmerized, as he withdrew a novel and placed it in front of her. Wondering if her dream had been a psychic vision and the book would be the one she'd imagined, she studied the cover. A young woman dressed in a low cut dress looked over her shoulder at a man's fingers wrapped around a riding crop. Brittany grinned.

"It meets with your approval?"

"The cover is very provocative," she replied, hoping her voice didn't betray her excited nervousness. "Emily's Education. A. S. Cane. Your alias I assume."

"Does it ring a bell?"

"I think so, a vague one."

Lifting her gaze, she studied his warm brown eyes. A shiver rattled down her spine. The man was more than just a sexy hunk. She liked him. She really liked him.

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Duncan found the beautiful young woman confident, witty, and very bright. But he wasn't surprised. He'd been caught off-guard when they'd initially met. Though all she'd said was, thank you, as they'd left the elevator, the soft southern lilt in her voice had captured his imagination, and she'd continued to wander through the corridors of his mind ever since. Being a disciplined soul he'd been able to stay focused on his work and rarely left his cabin, but the few times he'd taken a short break he'd hoped to bump into her. When he'd entered the buffet and spied her at a table by the window, he'd been elated.

"Thanks for keeping me company," she said, rising to her feet.

"The pleasure was all mine," he said with a smile, pushing back his chair to stand with her. "I'm sure we'll see each other again soon."

As she walked away, his eyes fell on her curvaceous backside. Her tight white jeans left little to the imagination. Sitting back down, he took a few minutes to finish his coffee, mostly to give his manhood time to settle, then headed back to his stateroom.

Though he'd told Brittany he was an author, he hadn't mentioned he was also a barrister, lived in London, but kept his wicked novels private, pursuing his dark desires at a private club. It was his professional success that offered him the luxury of long ocean cruises, where he'd hibernate in his stateroom to write his saucy stories. Though he often indulged in a shipboard dalliance, he'd never met a real life Scarlet Ohara with a maple syrup voice, and reaching his door, he glanced down the hall. He could easily picture her reading his prurient prose.

His hand slapped her inner thigh—hard. She winced, then uttered an exclamation of pain. The shackles holding her wrists to the wrought iron headboard clinked as her arms jerked.

"Sir, please, Sir."

"Please, what?"

"It stings."

"It may sting, but if it didn't you'd be disappointed. A hard slap is far more satisfying than one too soft."

"True," she whispered, "but it's a love-hate thing."

"I know it's a love thing, but it's not really a hate thing, is it?"

"No, not really hate," she admitted. "None of it."

The image of Brittany spread on his bed, her wrists and ankles firmly secured, danced through Duncan's head. She'd been red-faced when she'd studied the cover of his book. Could he interpret that to mean she shared his love of kink? Might she be open to a wild shipboard fling?

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Lying on her bed, Brittany's fingers lingered between her legs. Educating Emily captivated her. Duncan's heroine carried the facade of a proper young woman, but harbored dark thoughts of sexual slavery. As Brittany read his wicked words, her fingers urgently massaged her clit.

Emily's eyes grew large. Her Master had warned her, but still she had disobeyed him, and the fearsome riding crop carried a frightful sting.

"Turn around and place your elbows on my desk."

Whimpering her regret she pivoted and bent forward. Dressed in a corset and stockings her bottom was already bare, and she cringed as the riding crop slid menacingly across her cheeks.

The image of the naughty young woman in the perilous situation sent Brittany to the edge of her orgasm, but eager to read more, with great effort she pulled her fingers away.

Emily knew the crop would bite, but when the first stroke landed she wasn't prepared for its fiery kiss.

"Ow. Ow. Please, Sir! No more!"

"I warned you. Perhaps next time you will listen."

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