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Here is a short sample from the book:
“Do, um, do you enjoy riding, Sir?” I asked tentatively.
“No, Nina. Do you enjoy interrupting me?” He resumed his pacing, tapping the crop firmly against the palm of one hand.
“No Sir,” I added quickly, and lowered my eyes back to the typewriter. He kept the crop in his hands, wandering around the room tapping it as he dictated.
Tap-tap. Tap-tap. Sometimes it was right behind me. The small leather thong at the end of the stick eliciting that agonizing sound over and over again. Tap-tap. Tap-tap. It wasn’t long before my fingers slipped, and I cursed quietly. The tapping stopped.
“Miss Ryan, I don’t pay you to keep making a mess.”
“What do you pay me for,” I replied hotly, then froze as I felt the tip of the riding crop pressing against my bare arm.
“I pay you to come to my study and do as I say.” The leather thong traced its way painfully slowly up my arm, tickling every millimetre of skin with the rough edge of the loop. “And just so you know, you won’t be getting paid today. If that’s a problem, you can leave now.”
I wanted to. I should’ve. But the what ifs were still reeling in my head. What did he want with me? What did I dare to think was his real desire? When I didn’t move he continued stroking the crop deliberately up my arm, over the shoulder until it finally reached my neck, along the side of my jaw to rest beneath my chin. I let the gentle pressure of it lift my head up until I was looking at him.
“I like to play games, Nina. You’re one of them.”
“You are one of them.” His tone silenced any argument. The fact that I’d stayed sitting down after having been given the chance to leave was answer enough for him.
“Yes Sir,” I said softly, my voice almost a whimper.