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From the look on Daniel’s face, I know that it is.

That means there’s only one answer I can give my husband. “Yes.”

“If he doesn’t agree to this, then you delete the e-mail account, you destroy the burner phone, you don’t run for re-election, and then once I can, I’ll resign and we’ll leave DC for good. And you’ll never have contact with him again, of any kind, or I’m gone.”

Fear fills me once more. “Yes.”

He releases me and I nearly topple over. “Call him. Right now.” He shoves the burner into my hand. “Speaker mode. Ask him if he’s alone and can talk.”

I fumble it and manage to not drop it. After opening the secure app, I start the call and switch to speaker mode.

I’m still on my knees, Daniel standing over me, hands in his pockets as he stares down at me.

Ward answers on the third ring. “Hello, Master.”

Daniel’s staring me in the eyes as I speak. “Hello, boy. Are you alone, and can you talk?”

“Yes. Olivia’s gone. Is everything all right?”

Daniel arches an eyebrow at me.

I swallow because my mouth’s gone dry. “No. It’s not.” Daniel nods his encouragement. I tell Ward what happened and go through all the points while Daniel watches me and Ward listens without interruption.

When I finish, Daniel holds out his hand for the phone. I pass it to him. “This is Daniel Walker-Davis. You know, the man who’s husband and Master you’ve beenfuckingbehind his back?”

There’s a long pause and we both look to see if the call dropped.

It hasn’t.

“H-hello,” Ward finally says.

“Do you agree to these terms,boy?” Daniel snaps. “Yes, or no?”

I realize I’m holding my breath as I once again confront the inferno in my husband’s eyes.

“Yes.”

Daniel’s gaze narrows as he stares me down. “Yes,what?”

Another long pause before Ward’s voice drifts from the phone. “Yes, Sir.”

It alternately twists my heart and hardens my cock to hear him call my husband that.

“Get a pen and write this down.” Daniel rattles off our DC address. “You get that?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Repeat it back to me.”

Ward does.

“Be here in thirty minutes or less, or forget you ever knew my husband as anything but a coworker. Do not let yourself be followed by anyone, and don’t tell anyone where you’re going.” He punches the end button and pockets the burner.

I slump onto my ass on the floor, adrenaline spiking through me as he turns and heads toward the stairs. “Now what?” I call after him.

He pauses and turns to me. “Upstairs, naked, spread-eagled on the bed. Face-up.Now.”

Jumping to my feet, I race to comply. I don’t care what I have to do—if he wants to beat my ass, I’ll take every stroke and then some.