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Closer…

Please…

“They… You are the Dominant.” It left in an exultant rush. Thank the Creator and all his angels!

“And you are…”

“The submissive.”

Surely now he would rub her where she most needed it…

“Which means you are here to do what?”

“Please you,” she blurted. “By obeying you. Which I am doing, yes? Brickham, by all that’s holy—ahhh!”

Her arousal plummeted by significant notches. Being spanked soundly on one’s intimates probably had something to do with it.

“What the hell was that for?”

“Speaking out of turn, sweet subbie,” he admonished. “And now, yet again…” He bent over, parking his hands wide on the tub lip while pushing his shoulders against her inner thighs. “Have you grown tired of pussy swats already? Do I just need to get more creative here?”

Something in his suggestion had her stare bugging. The way he emphasized creative… By the stars, how could he be more imaginative than this? The possibilities boggled her mind as Brickham took a step back and started looking around the bathroom, even peering over into the vanity area.

“If we were at Bastille, I’d have a dozen clear-cut solutions for this,” he murmured. “So many awesome punishments for you right at my fingertips. Maybe some clamps or wax. Perhaps a dildo or an electric wand…”

An electric what?

She was on the brink of yelling it out, consequences be damned, when the man snapped his fingers as if the perfect solution had magically materialized from thin air.

What on earth had him so entranced?

As soon as Jayd followed the trajectory of his gaze, snapping that answer into place, her horrified shriek did burst out.

Chapter Seven

Officially, Brick couldn’t tack on extra discipline for his Pixie’s sharp scream. She’d taken care—or was perhaps too shocked—to not add words to it, and he doubted it had carried that far beyond this cavern of a bathroom.

Besides…it was goddamned sexy.

Especially when it tumbled out of her again—the very second he walked to the cabinet beside the vanity and pried the brand-new curling wand out of its pristine plastic package nest.

“Now look at this,” he said, purposely exaggerating his amazement. “A new toy for your new look, sweetheart? I think it’s just begging us to break it in properly.”

Jayd only whimpered a reply, though her legs visibly trembled. Holy shit. If her thighs were doing that, Brick could only imagine the party along her inner walls too. He was certain she wasn’t viewing things that way, but the woman wasn’t officially restrained. If she wasn’t jiving with his wild turn of freaky, she had the freedom to bolt.

When he turned fully back with the iron in hand, dragging the unplugged cord behind him, she still didn’t move.

And in the process blew his mind to smithereens.

Never had he encountered an untried, unbound subbie like this before. So brave, even knowing what he wanted to try with her. So ready to keep pleasing him despite the crazy position into which he’d pretzeled her. Still holding her thighs wide, her ass up, and her arms in place despite the blue goo spackled across them. Still not uttering a word, even as Brick repositioned himself between her legs.

“My God, you dazzle me,” he confessed in a low growl. “How you make me want to hurl this thing away and fuck you until we’re a pair of screaming Smurfs… But discipline has to happen here, sweetheart. You’ll take it for me, right? You’ll make me proud?”

She only gave him her hard, deliberating breaths. Brick braced himself to watch her delectable ass as she scrambled from the room, desperate to be away from him forever. Though it wouldn’t be his first experience with a mortified subbie who’d claimed she could take the hard stuff, he had a feeling this would sting the deepest. Too deep for comfort.

But then she nodded up at him.

She was a little wan and a lot shaky, but those tiny jerks were definitely nods of concession.