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“You scare me.”

“Good.”

“You’re intense.”

“Ten times more intense than you can imagine.”

She licks her lips. “Can I change my mind?”

“No.” I thought about this. I can’t let her go wishy-washy on me and threaten to leave every time she doesn’t like something. It’s all or nothing.

She flinches. “This is a free country. You can’t force me to stay.”

“I’m asking you to turn your freedom over to me. This is not a free country for you anymore. In exchange, I’m offering you the world. I’ll fulfill every dream you didn’t know you had. I’ll reenact scenes from those books and a hundred more. I’ll make sure you get a top-tier education. I’ll ensure you have balanced, nutritious meals and get proper exercise.”

Her chest rises and falls. “Can I think about it?”

“No.” I don’t want her pondering this. “You’ll tell me right now.”

“You’re going to boss me around.”

“Yes. Every hour of every day.” I bend closer and whisper against her ear. “My bossiness makes your pussy cream for me.”

She gasps, presses her thighs together, and folds her arms over her chest, squeezing her breasts.

“Say yes, Daphne. Don’t overthink this. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime offer. I’ll train you to please me, starting right now. We have forty-eight hours before we need to be back on campus. By Monday morning, you’ll be a very obedient girl who knows exactly what to do to get what you need.”

I lean back, grip her chin firmly, and lower my face so two inches separate us. I’m intimidating the fuck out of her. It’s recharging my batteries. “Two words, Daphne: Yes, Sir.”

She hesitates.

“Do you want to start the day with another spanking?”

She shakes her head. “No, Sir.”

“Give me what I want: Yes, Sir.”

After licking her dry lips again, she looks me in the eyes. “Yes, Sir.” There’s no wobble in her voice.

“Good girl. Take off that T-shirt. I don’t like it on you.”

Five

Daphne

* * *

I’m in over my head. I know it immediately. But I can’t stop myself. I’m shaking so badly it’s a wonder I’m able to lift the shirt.

Silver takes it from me and holds it absently in his fist. He pulls the band out of my hair with his other hand.

“Stand tall, shoulders back, spine straight, hands at your sides.”

I obey him. I might faint under his scrutiny, but I do as I’m told. Why am I so nervous? His methods may be unconventional, but he makes me so horny I can’t think straight.

“Spread your feet wider,” he demands.

I part them. My nipples are so hard they could cut glass. And it’s incredibly unnerving the way he looks at me, circling me again as if he’s planning to purchase me and wants to examine the merchandise first.