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clench.

“I’m going to drag this hellacious wheel over a muscle of yours, and I want you to tell me the

scientific name. You get a reward if you get it right, and the crop if you don’t. If you can also tell me

the origin and insertion, then bonus. What do you say? Think you got what it takes?”

Closing my eyes, I drag in a deep breath and pull up what I remember from anatomy and

physiology. I aced all my tests, and now that I work with important clients, it’s even more imperative

I get the answers correct.

Master Aiden glides the wheel over my upper arm, ignoring the look of discomfort that’s clearly

etched on my face. It’s just as annoying as I remember. Those tiny spikes shatter my calm, making my

brain turn to mush, and not in a good way.

“Let’s start with something easy. What’s this muscle?”

“It’s the bicep. Everyone knows that.” Before the words are out of my mouth, he brings the crop

down on my pussy, sending tendrils of white-hot pain and pleasure through my body.

“Scientific name, if you please. I’ll give you another chance to get your reward.”

Tears gather at my eyes as I lean my head back, forcing my brain to think. Biceps. That’s what it

is. Biceps. Biceps. “Biceps Brachii!”

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs against my heated skin, kissing away the sting he just put there.

“Care to try the origin and insertion?”

With his mouth on my pussy, it’s almost impossible to think. Since leaving massage school, it’s

been more about the technique and less about the proper terms for things. But it doesn’t matter. I can’t

let him win at this. I can’t let him keep assuming I don’t know things.

“Short head or long head.”

“Dealer’s choice.” The humor in his tone grates against my nerves, as if he thinks I can’t play this

stupid game with him.

“Short head originates at the coracoid process of the scapula, and inserts at the radial tuberosity and bicipital aponeurosis into the deep fascia on the medial part of the forearm. The long head inserts

at the same place but its origin is at the supraglenoid tubercle. Is that good enough for an extra

reward?”

He stares down at me, blinking for just a moment. The look of shock is almost comical, but all

humor fades as he sets down the crop and wheel and slams his fingers deep inside me. They push

against the plug still lodged in my ass and I can’t help but moan.