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southern gentleman, ready to take his lady in hand.”
    Her chest rose painfully against the tight corset, which she knew thrust her breasts out.
    “So, you’re saying if Rhett had been a Dom, Scarlett would have behaved?”
    “What he should have done, in my book, was spank her that first day he met her, when she threw her little temper tantrum about Ashley Wilkes.” He stood and crossed to her quickly, pulling her into his body with one muscular arm. “Just like I’m going to spank you, for denying us the pleasure we could have together.”
    He stepped back and shrugged out of his jacket, throwing it onto the bed. As he rolled up his sleeves, all she could think was how dashing he looked, and her excitement level kicked up. Once more wouldn’t hurt, would it? She’d been craving him for weeks now, wearing out the batteries in her vibrator as she dreamed of submitting to him.

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    She was so weak. Her pussy throbbed with need, and in her mind she could see herself walking down the stairs while her soft folds screamed for his touch.
    “Take off the dress and the pantalets. Leave on the corset and the hoop,” he said around the cheroot he chewed.
    “And if I don’t?” She would, of course, but if he wanted a southern brat, he was going to get one.
    “Then your bottom will be redder than the flesh of a watermelon. Obey me.”
    She glared at him, ready to play his game tonight. “No.”
    He grasped her wrists and pulled her close, their faces inches apart.
    “You will mind me.”
    “I’ll do no such thing,” she said in a fake southern accent she knew was horrible. “You can kiss my grits.”
    She expected him to get angry, to throw her on the bed, and somehow lift the skirt over her head so he could spank her bottom. Instead, he held her close, his hands tightening on her wrists. “I can wait all night. You will do as I say.”
    His fake southern accent was better than hers, sending chills up her spine.
    “Cedric, I --”
    “Stay in character. Obey me, Scarlett.”
    She sighed, then put her forehead on his chest. She could hear his heart beating steadily under his bones and muscle.
    “Rhett, please don’t punish me.”
    “Do as you’re told and it will be much easier for you.” He released her wrists and moved back to the chair he’d been sitting in. “Skirt, bodice, and pantalets. Right now.”
    Her hands went to the bodice, unlacing it slowly. She loved the way he watched her, his need seeming as great as her own. She undid the bodice quickly, letting it drop before her Undercover Submission

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    fingers worked the hooks on the skirt, thankful for the modern fastenings. She stepped out of it gingerly, keeping one hand on the bed so she didn’t topple over.
    It was harder to take down the lace undies, though, with the hoop ring still around her waist. When she bent over, one breast popped out of the corset, a ring hanging down from her nipple.
    “Beautiful. Take the other one out.” She put her hand inside the corset, freeing her other breast. Her breath came easier, and she licked her lips in anticipation. She finally stepped from the undies, then stood, nervous energy shooting through her body.
    “Come to me.” When she was in front of him, he reached below the chair and pulled out wrist cuffs. He made quick work of strapping them to her body, then used lanyard hooks to attach the cuffs to the hoop skirt.
    “You’ve been a bad girl. And what happens to bad girls?”
    “They get punished.”
    “That’s right.” He stared at her breasts, pushed himself closer, then captured one in his mouth, tugging at the ring, nibbling on the tight bud with his teeth. She moaned under his touch as he moved to the other one, giving it the same, sweet torture.
    If this is punishment, I’ll be bad the rest of my life. He suckled each nipple again, licking them both before tucking them back into the corset. Then he stood and led her to the French doors.
    “We’re going outside? Isn’t