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He smiles at me.

“You want to eat sushi off my breasts?”

“Sign it.”

I turn my head back around so he can’t see my reaction. “This is your idea of a helicopter tour, Anastasia?”

“Sign it. Or deal’s off.”

I’m breathing heavy again. My heart is racing—fluttering, really. My pulse pounding in my head as my vision once again narrows down to a tunnel.

Only this time… I’m angry.

Who the hell does he think he is? To make demands of me? I’m the mistress, he’s the sub, not the other way around. And I do not do romance. I just… do not do romance. Picturing myself sitting across from Pierce with candles between us makes me itch.

Calm down, Myrtle. You’ve handled men like him before. You know what to do.

Yes. I do, don’t I?

“OK,” I say, turning back to face him. “This is acceptable. But today is Tuesday. So, starting tonight, you’re mine. I get what I want before you get what you want.” I reach for a pen, sign the amended document, and then toss it onto the desk. It flutters slowly, back and forth in the air, and finally settles in front of him. “I’ll email you instructions by four o’clock today.”

“Perfect,” he says, folding the contract back up and sliding it into his hidden suitcoat pocket. “Or not perfect, but… whatever. From Friday night to Sunday afternoon, you’re mine. Got it?”

Oh, I’m going to spank that arrogant smile right off his face tonight. He has no idea what he’s getting into. “We’ll see about that.”

He gets up, walks out, and closes the door behind him

I take a seat, the chair still warm, reminding me of his presence. And I squirm a little, my confidence fading slightly.

I don’t do weekends away. I don’t do any of those things he asked for. Breakfast in bed? Sleeping together like we’re a… a couple? Like this is some romantic getaway?

Just. No.

The only interesting thing on that list was the sushi. Because that’s kinky.

I do kinky. I do kinky quite well.

I don’t do romantic. I don’t use candles for atmospheric lighting. I use them for dripping wax. I don’t wear a corset to please men, I wear it to intimidate them. The handcuffs, and the blindfold, and the paddle are all the tools of my trade and they have nothing to do with romance.

And he’s going to figure that out tonight.

I spend the rest of the day making my plan, and when four o’clock rolls around I send him instructions.

Then I leave early. I go home to get ready, thanking my lucky stars I was already down in the basement last night.

I am Mistress Myrtle and this class I’m planning for Pierce is not for beginners.

CHAPTER EIGHT - PIERCE

Fuck am I doing?

Rhetorical question.

I am driving to my former assistant’s home under the premise that in order to make up for my horrible mistake in falsely accusing her of something she didn’t do, she should be allowed to do some freaky submissive sex shit to me.

Jesus. When you say it all together at once like that…

The real question, of course, is why am I doing this?