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“You’re asking a lot of me.” There’s a growl in her throat. Not one trying to overpower me, but a side of her true self. “This weekend was emotional for me as well. You put me through a lot of ups and downs. I would be at the whim of your emotions and what you can handle.”

“I don’t mean all the time, Ira. Maybe once in a while. In between the casual hookups.”

“You’re blurring lines. That’s more dangerous than dunking your head into the pot.”

“I don’t care!” I stand up. My stomach hurts, my teeth grit, but I won’t let her tell me what I do or do not want. “Fact of the matter is, I need this. I need to know if this is something I really want, or if I’m confused. You’re the only one who can help me. You’re the only one I can trust with that side of myself.”

She also stands. When we’re like this, we can’t overpower the other person. We’re too equal. It’s both a comfort and a disappointment.

“Why should I bother?”

My heart beats with the power of a thousand hooves. Even so, I square my shoulders and show her that I’m not a woman who backs down from what she wants.

And I want her.

“Because the thought of breaking me down, of building me back up into your perfect sub who trusts you implicitly turns you so on that you can’t stand it. That’s why your self-control is so shit around me.”

When she doesn’t respond aside from glaring me down, I decide it’s time for me to take my leave. I pick my purse up, thank her for the drink, and head toward the door.

I’m barely there, my hand on the knob, when her heavy strides come up behind me and latch the door shut again.

“You will be mine,” she snarls into my ear. Her hand is above my head, holding the door closed while her body presses me into it. Yet she doesn’t touch me.

I want her to touch me. My body is on fire and only she can stomp out these flames.

“You will be mine. Your body, your mind, and your heart. You will not disobey me. I will punish you for disobeying me. I will break you down. I’ll erase everything that makes you a Domme when we’re together. You will be turned into my perfect specimen.”

Her hips thrust against me. I gasp.

“Can you believe I went easy on you last time? I won’t do that again. You will know who I am as your personal Domme. I am going to find out who you really are as a sub.”

I can’t find any words. What is happening? Why do I like this?

“All of this,” Ira’s hand grips my side before traveling to my breasts, squeezing one then descending toward my thighs, “will be mine. You will call me Mistress. You will do what I say.”

I open my mouth.

“And you will like it. You will beg for more.”

Her hands close in on my breast and thigh. Deep down, I wish for her to take me right here. Right now.

“You will feed my ego by making me the only woman who sees that side of you. No one else has to know.”

Ira clamps her lips onto my neck, her tongue scorching hot against my skin as she sucks me, hard, attempting to mark me before I can leave her home. The only thing hotter is her breath entering my ear, followed by that menacing tongue.

“Are you mine… Katie?”

I whimper. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.” She releases me, and I’m slumped against her door. “You should probably go before I change my mind. You’re going to be a handful, and I need to figure out if I have the patience for it.”

I don’t feel like a handful right now. I feel liable to do whatever she says. That’s what my body wants me to think.

“Night, Katie.”

I rush out the door, my purse bouncing on the floor as I stumble toward the elevator. I’m barely inside, letting the doors slide shut behind me when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.

“See you on Monday. Bring some extra folders for the materials I’m going to give you.”