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doolally. I’ve never quite managed to do that before.’ She took another sip of her lovely tea. Why did a simple cuppa taste like nectar after sex? Or even
before
sex? The glint in John’s eyes had subtly changed. ‘I could really get a taste for driving you to distraction.’
    ‘Careful, little escort girl, don’t get above yourself.’ His tone was teasing and husky, and there was desire in his gaze again. A fond kind of desire, but still fiery enough to make her heart rev up and her own lust gather low in her belly.
    ‘Ah, but I’m not your escort girl any more, and I can do what I want now.’ Shooting him a fierce look of her own, she reached for a biscuit and nibbled a bit. It was heavenly, but gorgeous as it was, she wanted something
more
heavenly. And just as delicious.
    ‘Is that a fact?’ replied John, his voice arch as he set aside his cup and saucer on the tray, and gave her cup and saucer a look as if to say they were superfluous, and that she was blatantly defying him by hanging on to them.
    Favouring him with a slow, provocative smile, Lizzie sipped her tea in a leisurely, savouring fashion, and ate more of her biscuit.
    John shook his head in mock despair.
    ‘I think you owe me something, Lizzie.’
    ‘Since when?’ She knew what it was. She couldn’t help but smirk.
    ‘Since when we were at the party at the mansion, Ms Wicked, and don’t grin like that at me.’ He sat so still, and his face had a slightly stern look now, even though there was laughter in his eyes. ‘I granted you a rare privilege, and now it’s your turn to pay me back.’
    Excitement surged, a sharp, high wave inside her. For a while, memories of that party had been a blur, and it’d felt wrong to revisit them in the face of what had happened afterwards. But now that Brent was well and happy, it was OK to look back, and the erotic thrill of dominating John – albeit temporarily – was a treasure she recalled with profound relish.
    He was in charge now, though. And probably would mostly always be. It was a sweet thrill all of its own and one that she’d missed during the weeks since he’d left. Not knowing if she’d ever see him again, she’d banished all thought of being spanked or played with in the way John had spanked and played with her … because she knew there’d never be a man she’d allow to do it to her again.
    ‘I don’t know what you mean.’
    ‘Oh, I think you do, Miss Aitchison, and it’s payback time.Now take that tray and put it on the sideboard, then come back here.’ His eyes still fixed upon her, he slowly rubbed the palms of his hands together, as if assessing the rigour that they might inflict on her. Watching him made Lizzie’s desire roll, like a pot of thick honey on a flame. Her sex fluttered, as if already anticipating the reward she’d receive for her … endurance.
    ‘Come on, be quick about it,’ he added.
    Sliding to her feet as gracefully as she could, she snatched up the tray, making the cups and spoons rattle. Her gaze shot to his, and he gave her a mock frown. At the sideboard she set the thing down as gently as she could, but there was still another clatter. Her whole body was trembling in anticipation.
    Walking back towards him, to where he now lounged on the bed, she lifted her head, staring back at him boldly. She couldn’t help it; she knew she was the most useless submissive really, but perversely, her master seemed to like it that way.
    John shook his head slowly, making his blond curls dance, and a smile haunted the corners of his beautiful, plush mouth. ‘Remove your robe, slave.’
    That word always made her want to giggle at first, but his eyes blazed so fiercely at her that she lowered her gaze, and obeyed.
    Oh God, it was always the same. The deep, randy surge of desire. Baring herself to John was new every time, always like the first time, when she’d undressed for him while masquerading as an escort, freshly picked up in the bar downstairs. She’d never