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She could feel herself bristle. “Oh, that’s nice. If I don’t agree, you’ll call my boss and try to get me fired.”
Something dark flared in his eyes, but he closed them as he took a deep breath, bringing his hands together on either side of his nose and mouth. Clearly, he was far more agitated than she’d originally thought.
“That is not what I said, and certainly would not be my intent. In fact, I would make it clear to Fitz that the problem was mine, not yours…”
“So, the big, strong Dom is going to protect the helpless little sub.”
That made him laugh. “I doubt anyone has ever thought of you as helpless.”
He was right about that. She’d learned early on, helpless would get you hurt. You needed to be bigger, tougher, and stronger than the opposition if you intended to come out on top. He had no way of knowing that deep down Miley knew there was a part of her that longed for someone she could lean on and turn to during the tough times, but there was no way Damon Knox was that man.
“I am more than capable of getting you through this. Franco Acosta is not a man to be trifled with or underestimated. His daughter may be cuckoo for Cocoa-Puffs, but Franco doesn’t care. I doubt it is even news to him. I’m surprised he hasn’t come after you himself, but they are both dangerous and quite capable of killing you and anyone close to you. I don’t intend to let that happen.”
“Then you agree that in order to sell this cover story, we’re going to have to appear as a D/s couple. Right now, there is too much animosity between us, and we need to get that resolved. I think we need to draw up a real D/s contract and go over hard and soft limits.”
“I don’t think we need to go to all that trouble.”
“I’m sure you don’t, but I do. If we don’t pull this off, people are going to get hurt. I’m not going to allow that to happen, and yes that’s part of my Dom side. I want and need control, but I also want and need to protect those around me.”
She let his words hang in the air between them. Nodding slowly, she said, “I understand. I don’t like it, but you’re probably right. The better we sell this cover, the faster Frannie Acosta comes out of hiding and we can nab her. You need to know, Cerberus will do its best to take her into custody, but if push comes to shove, I will drop the bitch.”
That seemed to settle something within Knox. His shoulders dropped into a more relaxed position and the furrow in his brow seemed to disappear. He really was devastatingly good looking—tall, muscular without being overdone, with a strong jawline and symmetrical features. Even though he was fully dressed, she suspected there were sculpted pecs and washboard abs. Even though they had fucked that night in London, she’d been blindfolded so she hadn’t seen him. She might have no visual memory of him, but she could easily recall his strong hands and the way they’d felt on her skin, as well as the way his cock had filled and moved powerfully within her.
“Understood. We can go over the contract tonight over dinner. We’ll eat at home…”
“I don’t cook.”
That was a bald-faced lie. She loved to cook, but even more to bake. She often brought treats into the office for those she worked with and basked in their praise. There hadn’t been a lot of praise in her life. And praise without expecting something in return had been non-existent until she’d hooked up with Cerberus. Knox had no way of knowing any of that and never would.
“I wouldn’t expect you to unless it was something you enjoyed. But we have something to settle between us before we walk through those doors. As my submissive, you will accept my discipline. That is non-negotiable and starts here and now.”
“What the fuck do you mean by that?”
“Watch your language and how you speak to me. That’s another non-negotiable. And what I mean is precisely what you think I mean. You owe me five over my knee for London and ten for your behavior this morning.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“I’ve never been more serious in my life.”
So, he wanted to slap her ass. Fine, she’d been tortured by professionals. No prissy, rich man’s son who’d inherited daddy’s money could do anything she couldn’t handle, and he might as well learn that now.
“Fine. Are you going to remain on the couch, or do you prefer a chair?”
“Here is fine, and you have on too many clothes for discipline.”
So, he wanted her naked and to slap her ass. How could this jackass be Fitzwallace’s friend?
Miley stepped out of her shoes, reached to the side of her dress, and dragged down the zipper before grabbing the hem and pulling it off over her head. It might have been a little more nerve-wracking than it was as he had seen her naked and if what he’d said in London was true, he’d found her body more than acceptable.
“No stockings?”
“Are you nuts? It’s too fucking hot in Charleston…”
“That’s five more for language and lose the panties. I don’t ever want to see you in them again.”
She said nothing, but pulled her thong down, stepping out of it before removing her bra. Miley was large breasted and hers were real. They didn’t stand up straight and perky, but again he’d seemed to enjoy them in London. She kept her pussy and other parts free of hair, having had them lasered a long time ago, not for any sexual reasons, but because it was easier to keep those areas clean and pest free in some of the hellholes she’d served in.
Miley walked over to him and placed herself across his lap. His hand caressed the swell of her ass and she shivered involuntarily.
