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up and yanked my head back by my hair. Hazel eyes blazed down into mine.
    “I know what you want, Gia. And you’re getting it only because I’m allowing you to. Are we clear?”
    I gritted my teeth, wanting to tell him to fuck off so bad. But I wanted him even more so I lowered my eyes like the obedient lover and continued to slide his slacks lower until they hung on his hips. There was something extremely erotic about doing a man partially dressed. I smiled then promptly gasped when his shaft sprang free as I moved his black silk boxers down. Could a penis actually be described as beautiful? Because his was.
    I glanced up, my hair still twisted in his fist as a show of control. His eyes told me he knew what I was thinking. Hesitation wasn’t going to get me anywhere so I dipped down and got with the program of licking him into an orgasm. But that wasn’t going to happen because only after a few seconds, I was wrenched up with such force I almost landed on the other side of the bed. JP walked away and came back with a set of handcuffs. He looked absolutely delicious shirtless and slacks hanging on his hips. I lay still, waiting for his next move needless to say, more aroused than I had ever been in my life.
    “You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight, Gia.”
    I scowled. “I thought I was being very good.”
    He smirked. “I’m not talking about the beginning of a very promising blowjob.”
    Oh shit, my casual flirting at the party? Yep. The reigns were back in his very capable hands. The whole make out, run up to the room romantic novel was over.
    “Now strip and move up toward the headboard.”
    I would probably take a swan dive off the balcony right now if he asked me to. Later I would cringe at the thought. Unzipping my dress, I watched as he walked over to the large armoire and rummaged through a safe box. I can’t say I wasn’t a bit freaked when he came back with a small riding crop. The fact that he was slapping it against his palm didn’t make me feel any better.
    He put it down on the bed and came closer.
    “Hands over your head,” he snapped.
    I don’t know why I did it. Maybe because I was quivering with need and being handcuffed wasn’t so bad. I must have taken too long for his liking and a resounding slap came across my bare bottom. Gasping, I snapped my head toward him. The light burning on my skin made me want him even more. Was that sick? He wasn’t beating me. I wouldn’t stand for that no matter how horny I was. This play was good. Glancing at the crop I had just a smidgen of doubt. I laid on the bed as he requested and he put the cuffs on me, efficiently and with ease. I could tell he had done this plenty of times before. It pissed me off but I tempered my ill feelings about him with other women. Why the hell should I care?
    “I want you to keep your eyes cast downward or I will blindfold you. Got it?”
    I nodded. A part of me was annoyed but I would go along with him, for now. He moved around the room for the next five minutes, arranging something on the side tables and the dresser. A fresh, spicy scent tickled my nose and I inhaled deeply, taking the sexy aroma deep into my lungs. I chanced a peak because seriously, I was stubborn. There were candles everywhere, tall and white. Then my eyes crashed into his. I knew I was in big trouble when he glared at me.
    “How many fucking times do I have to tell you, Gianna? Don’t look up until I say so.” He shook his head in disappointment as he prowled the parameter of the space.
    “Your time is almost up and you still haven’t managed to learn obedience.”
    With my eyes lowered once more, I dared to question his authority. “May I speak, Sir?” I asked sarcastically.
    His silence told me he was trying to control his annoyance. The bed dipped and I gasped when his mouth touched my thigh followed by the leather crop.
    “I knew this would be a challenge, Gianna. The moment you walked into that party, I knew.”
    He moved closer to