She shakes her head. “Not if I pull that key… which you owe me rightnow.”
I don’t allow people to hang shit over my head or to taunt me with anything, and I’m damn sure not going to lether.
I grab the sheet and yank it from her body. She’s still naked, and I would consider taking advantage of that again if she hadn’t just pissed me off so badly. “Get your ass up.Now.”
She looks at me with wide eyes and then rises to a sitting position, sliding to the edge of the bed. “Give me a second to grab myrobe.”
I grip her wrist and lead her toward the door. “No robe, sweetheart. We’re getting this shit done and out of the way rightnow.”
She jerks her wrist free of my hold and stops in the hallway. “You owe me that key. Why are you acting like an asshole aboutit?”
“I’m not acting. Iamanasshole.”
She follows me to my office and watches as I unlock the cabinet. I remove the box of keys and slam it on my desk. “Rules. You can feel of the keys for as long as you like, but you can’t look at them. Once you pull a key, it won’t go back into the draw box.Understood?”
“Understood.”
She reaches into the box and moves her fingers around, digging for longer than I like. Makes me get worked up when I see the concentration on her face; this woman is a cheat with magic fingers. I worry that she’s outsmarted me and come up with some kind of tactic for finding the right key. And that it willwork.
Fuck, I realize in this moment just how unprepared I am to let this girlgo.
What the hell is going on with the increased beat of my heart? And in the pit of my queasy stomach? And my damppalms?
She pulls a key and holds it up between us. “This is it. Myfreedom.”
“Only one way to find out.” I hold out the padlock. “Do you want thehonors?”
“Sure do.” She smiles and takes the padlock from myhand.
The key’s shaft slides into the hole without a problem, and my heart jumps into my throat. Fuck, has she done it? Pulled the right key on her first try? It’s notpossible.
Except it is. She has a one percent chance of getting it on the first try. One percent isn’t much, but it is achance.
Her brow lifts. “Ready?”
“Go for it; I’m not worried.” Lie. I am mildlypanicked.
“Okay. Heregoes.”
She turns the key and nothing happens… with the exception of the smile disappearing from herface.
Thankfuck.
“Damn it,” shehisses.
It’s a dodged bullet. Another victory over this woman by fate’s hand. It has decided that she is mine for a whilelonger.
I hold out my hand, and she places the key on my palm. “I’m still your Dom. I’ve only begun to show you what thatmeans.”
“What are you going todo?”
My eyes scan her naked body, and at least a dozen ideas come to mind. All of which will make herscream.
“Anything I want to do to you, bebelle.” I let her think about that for a moment before I finish. “But later. Right now, I want to take youout.”
She did a fine job of taunting me about the key, about earning her freedom, about leaving me. It doesn’t sit well. My little submissive must learn that I’m not one to begoaded.
I think Miss Grant needs to be introduced to the floggersoon.
