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Daniel pushed those thoughts away. “The other three items are all nipple related. Nipple clamps, nipple piercing, and nipple weights.”

Autumn waved one hand dismissively. “We can knock this out in five minutes. My nipples are pierced, so we switch to rings, add weights, then remove both for a few minutes to use the clamps, and you can call me ‘Fall’ or ‘Spring’ or something.”

“You’re absolutely right.”

She jerked a little in clear shock. She hadn’t expected him to agree to that. And did she look a little disappointed? Maybe that was wishful thinking.

“You’re right that wecoulddo what you just outlined. We’d be the first pairing to start, and the first pairing to finish.” He gestured around the still empty dining room.

He hadn’t been the first person to receive his assignment packet, but he’d been the first person to walk out of the Conclave in search of his sub. He’d been planning to go the Den and use the intercom system to call for Autumn to meet him somewhere else in the club.

But he’d walked faster than planned, and caught up with the subs. The very sexy woman in the red corset with glossy gold-streaked dark hair had drawn his attention immediately. When she’d turned her head to the side, he’d recognized her from the picture he’d received.

“However, we’re not going to,” he finished.

“Oh?”

“Your idea would satisfy the technical requirements, but not the spirit, of the game.”

“And what do you think the spirit of the game requires?”

His blood heated at the slight tremble in her words, in the way she was once more shifting restlessly. He wanted to see her let go, to hear her moaning in pleasure and sighing in emotional release.

Wanted her to give him control.

“You’re going to submit to me. You’re going to trust me enough to do that. You’re going to give me control of your body, and let me take care of you.”

“Take care of me?” She shook her head, strands of hair whipping her face. “You mean—”

“I mean take care of you. Of your needs,” he clarified.

“And your own.” There was a bit of snark in her tone.

He let it go. For now.

“Yes. This arrangement is mutually beneficial.”

She turned her head away, and he could see the tendons in her neck flexing. She was tense, tightly strung.

“Are you a switch?” he asked after a moment. He hadn’t had a chance to go through every page of her paperwork, so maybe he’d missed something.

“I’d be a good Domme.”

“That wasn’t what I asked.”

“It wasn’t, was it?”

She still wasn’t looking at him, and Daniel had a feeling that he wouldn’t get any more answers, any real answers, unless he asked his questions as part of the scene, when she was feeling her submission.

He stood and walked around to where she sat. He’d deliberately chosen to approach her from her blind side, so she was looking away from him, and would have to turn her head to see him.

She stubbornly kept her head turned away, even when he was so close to her that the crease of his pants brushed her bare knee. Daniel hooked a lock of hair around his finger, twirling it idly. Standing while she was seated meant he had a lovely overhead view of her breasts rising and falling with her now rapid but uneven breaths.

He released the lock of hair so that it fell forward over her shoulder, the ends brushing the top of her breast.

“Autumn,” he murmured.

“I don’t even know you. You’re a stranger,” she snapped. The hard words were at odds with her breathing, with the way her body was softening as she leaned into him.

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