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few short moments later. He quickly withdrew from her and spun her around to kiss each of her eyes and swipe away her tears with his thumbs.
    The last of her orgasm slowly subsided, leaving her in a weakened state and Victor held her steady as he stared down into her eyes, imploring her for some unknown thing.
    “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look when you cry?” She shook her head no, still too fatigued to speak. “Then I’m happy to be the first.”
     

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Lesson Learned
    “I was under the impression you could follow a simple command, Ms. Stephens. That’s three times now you’ve faltered,” he stated austerely as he stood and held his hand out to her. “Today you will learn that in my home, strict protocol will be followed.”
    The look on Logan’s face was both frightening and electrifying. Chloe’s eyes widened and she remained seated.
    “What do you plan on doing to me?” she asked uneasily.
    “What must be done. Nothing more; nothing less.”
    Could he be more vague? He remained with his hand held out to her and she wondered if she should run or take his lead. Suppressing her apprehension, she told her fear of the unknown to fuck off and decided to jump over the edge of desire and danger and hoped her wings would grow on the way down. When her eyes met Logan’s, they danced with excitement. The air in the room was palpable and it was undeniable that he wanted this, too.
    She swallowed hard, took his hand and walked back down the stairs with him. It was the longest walk of her life as they took the stairs one at a time, leaving her to wonder anxiously what Logan had planned for her. His grip on her hand was firm and Chloe doubted she could’ve escaped his clutches had she tried. Not that she wanted to.
    Guiding her into his bedroom, Chloe suddenly felt dizzy. Letting his grip on her hand loosen, he reached for a lone wooden chair that was near his closet and brought it over to where she was standing. He placed it directly in front of her, the back of the chair flush against her thighs. Standing behind her, Logan held her shoulders squarely.
    “Lift your skirt,” he breathed into her ear.
    Without thinking, Chloe obeyed. Why, she wasn’t sure. Anyone else would’ve bolted from the room crying or screaming obscenities. Hell, a few might have even slapped the hell out of him for even suggesting such a thing. But not Chloe. Her feelings at that moment had nothing to do with reason and everything to do with curiosity and arousal. Doing as she was told, she hiked her skirt up, revealing her lace-top thigh-high stockings held up by a garter belt and satin panties.
    Glancing over her shoulder, she was thrilled to see Logan’s mischievous grin. “Very nice choice in lingerie, Chloe.”
    She felt the blood rise to her cheeks and she quickly looked away.
    Logan tapped the inside of her ankle with his foot, urging her legs further apart while he swept her hair to one side and over her shoulder. Next, he placed his hands on top of hers and guided them onto the back of the chair.
    “Don’t move.”
    And with that, he disappeared. Left alone, Chloe’s heart began beating rapidly, the thudding inside her chest making her feel short of breath. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to calm her nerves, but it was next to impossible considering she had no idea what Logan was planning on doing to her.
    When he returned a short time later, he had a large oak paddle in his hands with clearly etched initials on one side. LME , it read. She briefly wondered what the M stood for. She should’ve been terrified, but instead she felt energized and more alive than she had ever felt. In fact, she was so excited she feared she would tinkle all over his high-end polished and buffed tiger maple flooring. Real sexy, Chloe, she cursed herself. She clenched down, giving her Kegel muscles a good work out.
    “I’m not going to hurt you – much.