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hands moving toward his. He stopped her with a firm shake of his head. “I didn’t tell you to move. You need to trust me, sub girl. You are safe. Keep your arms over your head.”
    She blew out a shaky breath, but she let her arms fall back into position. He could see that his hands at her throat were a trigger for her, though he surmised by the way she had begun to pant, and the fact that her nipples were hard as pencil erasers, that the trigger was a positive one, even if it was a little scary.
    He tightened his fingers at her throat, though he was careful to keep the pressure light as he gauged her reaction. Her lips parted and she began to tremble again, but her eyes were shining and the whimper she emitted sounded sexual to his trained ears.
    Why not find out for sure?
    Keeping one hand on her throat, he brought the other down between her spread legs. He touched the soft folds of her cunt, which felt damp and hot. Moving his finger carefully between the folds, he sought and found her entrance. The muscles of her cunt seemed to suck his finger inside and then clamp down. She was slippery wet, and as he moved his finger inside her, he applied a little more pressure to her throat. She groaned, her hips arching lewdly upward, which forced his finger deeper into the tight, wet grip of her cunt.
    Standing between her legs as he was, his palm was positioned directly over the hard nubbin of her clit, and he pushed and ground against it, knowing full well what he was doing. She actually squealed, her breathy cry sending a jolt of pure lust directly to Cam’s cock.
    She was shuddering, panting, her hips arched and gyrating as she tried to fuck herself on his hand, and he had never witnessed anything sexier in his life. He wanted her in the worst way. He wanted to rip down his pants and plunge himself into her without mercy or restraint. He wanted to fuck her while keeping his hand tight around her throat, a primordial and powerful display of his dominance and complete control.
    Christ, this had never happened to him before, not like this, not with someone he barely knew, and most especially not with someone from the hospital! Someone he would have to face on Monday, who would have to face him.
    Jesus, what was he doing?
    He pulled both his hands away and stepped back. She lay there panting, her body convulsing as if in aftershock. The skin on her chest, neck and cheeks was mottled pink. Holy shit—she’d orgasmed.
    She was sublime. No other word for it.
    Without realizing what he was doing, Cam brought his juice-slicked fingers to his nose and inhaled the heady aroma of her musk as he stared down at the beautiful woman. He had to get a grip. He had to regain some semblance of self-control. He was supposedly a master trainer, but he was behaving like a rank amateur.
    Marissa opened her eyes and fixed them on his face. He dropped his hand quickly to his side. She bit her lower lip and then said, “Permission to speak, Sir?”
    He nodded and cleared his throat. “Yes.”
    “I’m sorry about that, Sir. I didn’t mean to do that. I hope I didn’t offend you.”
    He lifted his eyebrows. “Offend me? In what way?”
    She shook her head and looked away. “Never mind, Sir. Nothing.”
    He had no idea what she was talking about, but rather than slow the momentum any more than it had been, he said simply, “No problem. You’re very sexually responsive, and that’s a good thing in a submissive. You can get off the table now. It’s time to see how well you handle erotic pain.”
    ~*~
    Marissa was grateful that Cam didn’t make her put the heels back on. She was also grateful for his hand as he led her across the room. Her legs felt wobbly, and her face still burned with embarrassment for having come like that.
    The numbness of her shock at discovering that her trainer was her nurse had started to wear off, but it was replaced by a confusing jumble of terror, longing and pure, unmitigated lust. Didn’t it just figure that she