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\u201cYour safeword, Tinker?\u201d His large hand splayed across her belly as he positioned behind her. Lips brushed against her shoulders and slipped across her skin to the tender tendon of her neck. He gently bit, sucking her flesh.<\/p>\n
Shallow breaths tightened her chest. \u201cPickle, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo penetration,\u201d he confirmed, his breath hot against her ear. \u201cHere are my <\/em>rules.\u201d<\/p>\n The cool air of the room puckered her nipples, but the dangerous edge to his voice sent chills over her.<\/p>\n \u201cPer favore<\/em>\u2014ah, excuse me. No, English is best for you. Please will be the only word from your lips. Do you understand?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease,\u201d she whispered. Her body trembled with his nearness. The scent of his cologne clung to him. She ached to bury her nose in his neck, taste the hotness of his flesh, and feel the power of his tightly controlled form against her.<\/p>\n The teasing glint in Luca\u2019s eyes morphed into an erotic yet brutal glare. Did he see her as a challenge? He would know soon enough how pliant and submissive her nature was.<\/p>\n \u201cYou will not come from our play.\u201d<\/p>\n She refused to lift her gaze. \u201cPlease?\u201d How did she convey that she would need her release? The pleasure of BDSM was too ingrained within her to be quieted. But without his permission, she doubted her body would crest.<\/p>\n \u201cAh, sweet Tinker, if you want to come, you\u2019ll give me the pleasure of your body.\u201d<\/p>\n Her gaze lifted to his. Knots tightened her guts. The temptation, the whispered words, the powerful aphrodisiac of a Dominant in control tightened and coiled ready to strike.<\/p>\n Her heart pounded in her chest. She stared into his eyes, eyes flashing with the delicious arrogance of a Dominant. Luca Bruno clearly was a man used to getting what he desired.<\/p>\n But he couldn\u2019t demand the one thing she held sacred. \u201cPickle.\u201d<\/p>\n His gaze narrowed as a half-smile twisted his lips. \u201cMi scusi<\/em>. Excuse me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry we couldn\u2019t negotiate a scene.\u201d She picked up her dress. Not bothering with her panties, she slipped on the sandals and draped the dress over her head as she went to the door.<\/p>\n Luca caught her and wrapped an arm around her waist. His touch released a riot of butterflies in her belly. She froze, fear and desire warring for dominance in her thoughts. Luca had the aura of a man not to be toyed with, but also the lure of a man who could master her mind and body.<\/p>\n \u201cI am disappointed.\u201d He released her. \u201cHave a good evening, amore<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n Tinker slipped out the door. As she strode down the hall, her emotions overwhelmed her. She\u2019d only just met him. She shouldn\u2019t care, yet he\u2019d left her with a hollow ache inside. She pushed through the door into the club, searching for the one face she needed.<\/p>\n Her gaze lifted to the platform. Alex laughed with Evelyn, Ronan, and Ronan\u2019s submissive, Claire. Those weren\u2019t the arms she needed around her.<\/p>\n In the distance, light glinted off a bald head. She weaved through the crowd. Sensing her approach, his gaze shifted to hers.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, Tink, what\u2019s wrong?\u201d The Professor opened his arms, and she stepped into his embrace. Thick tattooed biceps circled her shoulders. Resting her cheek on his solid, warm chest, she soaked in the calming energy of her best friend.<\/p>\n \u201cI used my safeword.\u201d<\/p>\n He chuckled and his eyes brightened. \u201cGood girl.\u201d<\/p>\n She stared up into his face. \u201cYeah, but we hadn\u2019t started our scene yet.\u201d<\/p>\n His brows furrowed.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t want to tell him the whole story. She just wanted to move on from an unfortunate misunderstanding. Maybe it was the language barrier. Although the no sex stipulation seemed to be clearly communicated. \u201cThe Boss has a business associate in town, an Italian. He specifically asked if I\u2019d do a scene with him. Do you think Alex will be upset with me?\u201d<\/p>\n The Professor nodded toward a man storming across the room. \u201cYou can ask him.\u201d<\/p>\n Alex approached. His sharp gaze rested on her. Lips pulled into a hard line. \u201cTinker, what happened?\u201d<\/p>\n She shook her head. \u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n The Professor\u2019s hold on her tightened. \u201cYou have to tell him, Tink.\u201d His attention shifted to Alex. \u201cI don\u2019t know, Boss, but she said she used her safeword.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe have different needs,\u201d she explained, \u201cso I decided not to scene with Luca. Is that going to cause an issue for you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course not,\u201d Alex said. \u201cDid Luca cross a line with you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe understood my rule,\u201d Tinker said. \u201cNo sex. But he had rules, too. He didn\u2019t like mine, and I didn\u2019t agree with his.\u201d<\/p>\n The Professor lifted her chin. \u201cWhat were his rules?\u201d<\/p>\n She licked her lips. \u201cHe wasn\u2019t going to let me come.\u201d<\/p>\n Alex bristled, and the Professor laughed.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat a dick,\u201d the Professor said.<\/p>\n His large hand trekked along the ladder of her spine. She\u2019d been at the end of his flogger many times. Trusted him to take away her senses, strip her fears, and take her into subspace. She\u2019d felt his calloused fingers on every part of her body, felt the sting of his whip, and the tender touch of his aftercare. But the Professor wasn\u2019t emotionally connected to her or anyone else that she was aware of.<\/p>\n Alex cupped her cheek. \u201cI apologize. I\u2019ll speak to him.\u201d<\/p>\n She rested her hand on his arm. \u201cYou don\u2019t need to. He was a gentleman in every other way. He\u2019s going back to Italy soon so why add to the situation. I\u2019m fine.\u201d She rested her palm on the Professor\u2019s chest. \u201cI\u2019m going to ask this Dom who knows what I need for a lesson, and then I\u2019m going home for the night. I\u2019m good.\u201d<\/p>\n Alex nodded. He inhaled as if he planned to speak, but something over her shoulder grabbed his gaze. \u201cExcuse me.\u201d<\/p>\n He stepped away, approaching Luca as he entered the dungeon.<\/p>\n Luca\u2019s focus drilled into her. Arrogance radiated from him, confident in his dominance. There was something about him. A mysterious edge appealed to her submissive nature. That made him dangerous.<\/p>\n The Professor rested a hand on her hip. \u201cTinker?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n His rough knuckles brushed her cheek. \u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFor making me strong enough to say no.\u201d Controlling men were her weakness, her drug of choice.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you want, beautiful?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA demonstration.\u201d She wanted Luca to see what he\u2019d lost in negotiations.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you sure you\u2019re my sweet, innocent submissive?\u201d<\/p>\n No, she hadn\u2019t been innocent in a long time.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Perfectly Played Initiation into Submission: High Protocol Book Six On Amazon \u201cYour safeword, Tinker?\u201d His large hand splayed across her belly as he positioned behind her. 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