Free Sculpt-Paige_Michaels-Becca_Jameson by Becca Jameson and Paige Michaels

waiting for him with no sign of brat on her face, just a wide grin.
    “It’s not appropriate to come here, sweetheart.”
    She nodded. “I…”
    “Yes, I know. You were testing me. And I was true to my word, so I think we can be done with the testing now, correct?”
    “How many submissives have you had in the past?” she asked, startling him.
    He wrapped an arm around her and led her to the elevator for the parking garage. “Enough. But none like you.”
    “What does that mean?”
    He ushered her into the elevator and crowded her so he was in her face. “What do you want it to mean?”
    She licked her lips and looked past him. He gripped her chin and brought her gaze back to his. “Tell me the truth, Lucinda. What do you want it to mean?”
    “That I’m special. That you’ll consider keeping me,” she whispered. So honest and exposed. He wanted to wrap her up and give her everything she hadn’t been given in the past. Everything she so clearly needed.
    “Both those are true, sweetheart. I didn’t like that you came to my workplace, but you were a very good girl in there. You stayed still, and I was proud of you for asking for what you wanted from me.”
    She smiled, and the pride shone in her eyes. Yes, this was the right way to train her. Lavish her with praise, keep her punishments away from any kind of pain, let the pain she craved be her reward. “Do I get to ask you something, Master?”
    “When you’re so good for me like this, there’s almost nothing I wouldn’t give you.”
    She licked her lips again, and this time he surged forward and tasted her in a deep, drugging kiss, tongues tangling until they were both breathless.
    “Ask me.”
    “Will you fuck me tonight?”
    His mouth kicked up in a half-grin. “We’ll see.”
    She huffed, but before she could say anything, he plunged forward and kissed her again until the elevator pinged and he ushered her off and toward his SUV. She walked quietly and didn’t say one word, keeping her head down as she slipped into the passenger seat. He couldn’t imagine her holding her tongue for much longer. Tonight would be interesting indeed.

Chapter Nine
    Lucinda bit the inside of her cheek the entire way to Theo’s house so she wouldn’t say anything to ruin her chances of finally being fucked. Her body tingled from her office orgasm, but her mind couldn’t let go of the image of Theo above her, pounding into her until she screamed.
    “You’re quiet, sweetheart. Do I need to be worried?”
    “About what?”
    He pulled off the highway toward his Eden Prairie home. “When you’re quiet, you’re usually stewing.”
    “I’m not stewing, I’m just trying to muzzle myself so you’ll finally fuck me.”
    He tapped on the clock. “That muzzle lasted about nineteen minutes. I’m sure that’s a new record for you.”
    “Oh shut up. I’m usually not this way with other people.”
    He raised both brows and turned to her. “Really?”
    “Well, not like I am with you.”
    “You mean I’m the only one who’s received the gift of this spirit. I quite like that. I’d hate for you to waste all that fire on someone who doesn’t appreciate it.”
    Warmth flushed her cheeks. She’d expected him to get angry or complain about how he has to deal with her bitchiness, but instead he’d complimented her. She didn’t know what to do with him. He was flip-flopping everything she knew. “Thank you, Theo.”
    “You’re welcome, Lucy.”
    She blinked and looked at him. “No one’s called me Lucy since…”
    He pulled into the garage and parked before turning to her. “Since when?”
    “Since I was a little girl. When my parents… Well, it doesn’t matter.”
    “It does matter. Do you like the name?”
    She looked at her hands gripped together tightly on her lap. “I used to. I like the way you say it.”
    “Do you still see your parents?” he asked, tugging at her hands so he could link them with his.
    “Not really. I go for Christmas, if I