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waited for. “Ma’am.”
    “Mistress here,” she said briskly. “When we’re in public, you can call me ma’am.”
    His gaze widened, questioning.
    She gave his cock a slow caress. “Yes, I’d like to see you outside this place. Does that please you?”
    Gus’s gaze lingered on her face, touched her mouth then came back up again to lock with hers. “Yes…Mistress.”
    She let her pleasure show and gave him a smile. They stood close, bare chests touching, her hands consuming his sex.
    It didn’t escape her how odd this might seem to someone not familiar with this life—her stroking her hand over the cock of a man whose name she’d just learned, whom she’d just asked out. “If you’re ready, I’d like to see you bent over that bench.” Releasing him, she moved back.
    He swayed on the balls of his feet for a moment, and then turned and walked deliberately toward the bench, likely because he was uncomfortably aroused.
    Her palms still burned with the heat of his sex, and she rubbed them on her hips to quiet the tingling.
    His reluctance was plain to see in the stiff set of his shoulders and back as he lowered himself onto the padded kneeler. He gave a backward glance to where she stood. She gave him a nod to reassure him, and he resettled his knees and laid his belly on the console, hands gripping the edges.
    “Reach down at either side and grip the handles.”
    He did so, his body tensing even more.
    She liked the play of muscles rippling on his backside and thighs. Liked the deep breaths that lifted his whole torso as she strode closer and bent to fasten Velcro straps around his wrists.
    “This necessary?” he growled.
    She grinned, knowing he wouldn’t have complied if he hadn’t wanted to, but liking that he was surrendering his masculinity to her just as he had when he’d plucked her confections from their trays. “Your obedience pleases me, Gus. And now I get to do some more exploring.”
    Her palms warmed as she glided them along his tanned flesh, dipping into the deep indentation of his spine, then filling again with ropes of muscle cording his back. His pale buttocks jerked when she ventured lower, but he relaxed as she continued to stroke his skin.
    Only when she dared trace a finger between the firm, rounded globes did his entire body grow rigid again. She smacked one side, the sound jarring even to her after the long silence. “Relax. I’ll touch you wherever it pleases me.”
    His head shook, but he lowered it again. His body remained taut.
    She lifted her hand and smacked the other side, this time with more force, leaving a reddened outline. “Don’t be stubborn. Take deep breaths.”
    His breathing deepened. From the side, his jaw was tight, muscles flexing along the hard edge. She slapped him again, and he betrayed his pleasure, lifting his buttocks ever so slightly.
    Aislinn backed away. She strode toward a cherry-wood cupboard, sliding out a drawer to find just the right implement.
    His head turned, but restrained, he couldn’t see what she pulled out.
    She smacked the paddle against her palm, making it crack.
    His head jerked back. “What—?”
    “You’re not to speak,” she said, her voice firm. “Not unless it’s to invoke a safe word. If you do, our play ends. I’ll release you, and you’ll leave. Choose a word now.”
    “I don’t need a damn—”
    “Choose.”
    Gus cursed under his breath. “Doughnut.”
    A smile tugged at her mouth. Coming closer, her free hand smoothed over his rock-hard ass. “You’re so tense, Officer Taggert, so sure you’re not going to like this. How about I test you? If you let me give you a few whacks with my little friend, I’ll pause and give you a chance to tell me whether you want me to stop altogether. Keep in mind, this is my way of helping us get to know each other.”
    “You need a damn paddle to learn the measure of a man?”
    “I know your measure. A nice beefy nine inches. What I want to know is how far you’ll go to