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I release her, nudging her toward the door. She waits as I lock it, tucking the key in my pocket. Facing her, I keep my expression stern.

“Get dressed and grade your papers. I’ll be in my office.”

She nods, slowly backing away. I move toward my office, adjusting my dick to ease the discomfort.This is supposed to beherpunishment, right?Yet I’m the one with the blue balls. Fuck.Before I can sit around my desk, my phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s a text from Tek.

Tek: Come to the clubhouse. Important.

Venom: On my way.

Shit.What the fuck is going on now?

Emily is at the dining room table with her papers, and I stop briefly to apprise her of the situation.

“Will you be gone long?” she asks, shifting on the chair.

With a smirk, I grab my still-hard dick. I’m not the only one suffering. “You hurting, Emily?”

“You know I am.”

“Maybe Carter can help you out.”

“I don’t want Carter.”

“I know, darlin’.” I take her chin between my fingers, leaning down to give her a soft kiss. “Be back as soon as I can. Don’t even think about touching your pussy while I’m gone.”

“Okay.”

I hop on my bike, pointing it toward the clubhouse. Tek’s cryptic message has me intrigued. A part of me hopes there’s no drama going on, while the other, greater part is hoping I might get to kill an asshole. Maybe a couple.

I walk into the clubhouse and am greeted by Trixie giving Razor a hummer in the corner. Chuckling, I set out to find Tek. Not too long ago, that would have been me. Now all I can think about is getting back home to Emily.

My phone vibrates again, and when I check the message from a strange number, I stop in my tracks. I can see right away that it was taken at my gym, but it’s the subject of the image that has my throat locked up.

Emily.

In the shower.

Naked.

CHAPTER 16

***Emily***

Stupid.

I’m not totally dense. I knew Carter was hitting on me. I also knew Venom was watching. My little stunt even had the desired effect. However, I expected him to take me home, maybe spank me, then fuck me unconscious, not work me up and leave me high and dry.

Well, high and wet.

Fuck, I’m so wet.

Even now, I’m terribly uncomfortable, wishing he would come home and reconsider this punishment. I briefly contemplate going to the bedroom and utilizing the vibrator he gave me as a joke at Christmas—a replica of his magic dick—but I know he’d know, so I strike the thought from my brain. God knows what punishment he would serve up then. As long as it doesn’t involve Benny, I’m good.

I tentatively make my way back to the snake room, checking the door. It’s locked, and I don’t see anywhere they could get out through. In fact, I now notice this door is different from all the others in the house. It looks stronger. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of what’s behind it. What the hell is he doing with all those snakes? How have I been here all this time and not known about this room?I guess that’s what happens when you think with your vagina, Emily.

I head back to the table, sifting through the papers as disbelief at what my life is like takes hold. A few months ago, I was in a loveless marriage, lonely, depressed, and exhausted from working eighty-plus hours a week. Now my divorce is almost final, and I have a job I love while also getting paid for my passion—baking. My real Christmas gift from Venom, a twenty-four-piece baking set, helps me out a lot. There may not be any hearts and flowers between me and him, but he’s made me happier in a few weeks than I’ve been in years. I have friends, a social life, not to mention I’m kicking ass with my fitness goals. I’m a changed woman.

I’m high on life, for the first time in my life.