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“Careful, Emma,” Mama said from the side. “Your claws are showing.” She turned to Mr. Beauchamp. “Is that it?”

“Yes. I’ll see to the details over the next few days, but the arrangements were very specific.”

Mama nodded. “William, it’s been lovely to see you. Thank you for working with Thomas on this. We all appreciate your thoroughness and intellect. You’re a fine man.”

Mr. Beauchamp blushed and shuffled his papers, and there, in that moment, Lucinda saw the next five years play out. Her mother would marry William Beauchamp—never mind that he already had a mousy wife who spent too much time at church—and her brother would either figure out a way to make Emma happy, or he’d watch her find a new trust-fund baby to latch her star to.

The image was so real that Lucinda wanted to scream. Nothing ever changed in the South. She stood up. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” She turned to her mother. “I’m leaving, Mama. I’ll see you at Christmas. Let me know if you need anything.” Though in her mind she doubted she would ever return. There was no reason. Her mother never had a kind thing to say to her, and her brother was a weak man who did nothing but drink and lay around.

She nodded at Jackson. “Jackson.”

“Lucy.” He nodded back.

And then she was gone. Flying past a stunned IV Beauchamp and across the street into the café where Theo sat with his iced coffee and his laptop. He rose, and she nearly leaped into his arms.

“Home, Master. Please. Home. Now.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He dragged his fingers through her hair and tugged the slightest bit. She dropped her gaze and shifted her legs slightly wider. “Ah. So that’s how it’s to be then?”

She nodded.

“Okay. Then let’s go get your bag.”

He shut down his laptop, slipped it into his briefcase, and then guided her to the exit. “Lucinda sweetheart?”

“Yes, Master?”

“Do you still have those nipple clamps I had you buy?”

She nodded.

“Good. Tuck them in your purse. We can put them on during the plane ride home.”

»»•««

Lucinda sunk deeper into the luxurious seat and sighed. “I can’t believe I’ve lived this many years without experiencing first class.”

Theo grinned at her. “Don’t get too comfortable. I don’t want you to fall asleep just yet.”

She lifted a brow as he leaned in closer to her. The plane was dark. Most of the passengers were indeed sleeping already. It was late. They’d taken the last flight out that night.

“Did you put those nipple clamps in your purse like I requested?”

“Yes, Master.” She glanced around, wondering what he had in mind.

“Go to the bathroom and put them on. Take off your bra and panties and come back to me holding them in your hand.”

She nodded, swallowing her discomfort with the idea. After fishing the clamps out of her purse, she passed the two rows of seats in front of them to get to the restroom at the front of the plane. She quickly shrugged out of her panties and then unclasped her bra and slid it out of her sleeves. She’d worn a plain black dress that day to see the lawyer. It had been demure enough for the somber meeting, but it seemed far more risqué now that she had removed her lingerie.

The front was a V cut, and she easily slid the material at her cleavage to one side to pinch her nipples and apply the clamps. If anyone looked closely, they would be able to tell something was under her dress. It wasn’t loose enough at the top to keep the jewelry hidden. But on the dark plane, she doubted anyone would notice.

She slid past Theo and back into her seat minutes later, her panties and bra in a ball in one hand. Neither of the flight attendants sitting across from the bathroom in their seats had lifted their gazes her way.

“I’ll take those,” Theo said.

She handed him the lace and watched as he stuffed the items in his suit pocket draped across the arm of the seat.

As she sat, Theo grabbed the back of her skirt and lifted it so that her bare ass landed on the vinyl. Instantly, her pussy flooded. There was something so sexy about the forbidden thoughts running through her head.

“Eyes on me,” he said as she glanced past the aisle to find the older gentleman and his wife across from them sound asleep, snoring even.

She licked her lips and turned her attention back to Theo.

He grabbed the soft thin blanket they’d found on their seats when they first entered the plane and tossed it over her, half of it covering the left side of his body. A second later, her skirt was lifted and his fingers were inside her.

She yelped softly, stunned by how bold he was and how fast he’d gone straight for her clit.

“Shh. Listen to me, brat. As long as you keep your whimpering silent, no one will ever notice what we are doing. If you can’t, your punishment will be obvious. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

He added two fingers to the first and fucked her harder. “My little brat is so wet.”

She was. No denying that fact. She was always ready when he was with her. It just seemed to happen. Even when it wasn’t appropriate. Like now.

His thumb landed on her clit and pressed.

She inhaled sharply and gripped the arms of the seat.

He withdrew his fingers, pulled them out from under the blanket, and sucked them clean. “Mmm. You taste divine.”

She watched, her legs shaking, her mind screaming at him for leaving her hanging.

When he finished sucking her juices, he rubbed her lower lip with one finger until she opened for him. “That’s my girl. Can you still taste yourself on my finger?”

She sucked his pointer into her mouth. “Mm hm.”

He removed it and slid his arm back under the blanket. His hand went straight for her breasts, squeezing one and then the other. He tugged the cleavage to one side and tugged on the clamp currently irritating her swollen nipple. It hurt.

She bit the inside of her cheek and kept her mouth shut. When he flicked his thumb over her nipple, she released a small moan.

“Always so needy. My little brat can’t even take a plane ride without getting off.”

She clenched her legs together, but Theo was onto her and immediately released her nipple to push her thighs open and thrust his fingers back into her warmth.

Her legs shook, and she braced her toes on the floor while he stroked her G-spot. “I won’t torture you, brat. Come for me.”

She did, her pussy grasping at his fingers as he continued to fuck her through the entire orgasm. She lost at least two minutes when she paid no attention to anything or anyone around her with no idea if she made any sounds or drew attention to them.

When she finally floated back to Earth and blinked at Theo, he was smiling. He slid his fingers out of her and made a production of sucking them again. And then he lifted his torso slightly, unbuttoned his pants, and lowered the zipper.

She knew all this even though he had tugged the blanket to more directly cover himself. She also realized he was stroking his cock up and down rapidly. “May I, Master?”

He met her gaze. “What you may do, brat, is swallow my come. I’ll tell you when I’m close, and you will get on your knees and suck me dry.”

She nodded, panic rising alongside lust. His plan was risky. It was also titillating. Her clit jumped to attention at the thought of giving her Master a blowjob right here in the seat of the plane.

He held her gaze while he pumped for several minutes, increasing his speed as the seconds ticked by. “Now, brat. Suck me off.”

She instantly dropped to the floor, squeezed between his legs under the blanket, and took him into her mouth. The salty taste of his pre-come made her fight to keep from moaning around him. She didn’t need to inadvertently draw attention to herself.

As it turned out, Theo’s cock was so swollen it took only a few deep draws into her throat to get him off. In moments his come was squirting down her throat, and before anyone on the plane had a chance to walk by she was done, his pants were righted, and she was once again seemingly demure in her seat—if you left out her complete lack of panties and bra, which her Master refused to return, saying he wanted her naked under that dress for the rest of the trip.

First class was awesome. Best plane ride ever.

“I’m taking you out tonight, brat. We’ve been in too much, and it’s time I showed you off.”

Lucinda looked up from the sculpture she’d been working on, and her eyes widened. He was dressed in leather pants and a soft gray Henley. He looked so delicious. She wanted to jump him the minute he got home from the dojo, but he stopped her and said he had other plans that would be worth the wait.

“What should I wear, Master?”

“Tight, black, barely there. You decide the rest.”

She grinned. She’d bought a new black dress months ago when she first met Theo and had been dying to pull it out to show him. This would be the perfect time.

It had been two weeks since she’d returned from Georgia. Her apartment was still there, though she spent practically every night at Theo’s—and she daily ignored the voice inside asking why wouldn’t he invite her to move in? And she’d started up her classes again at Terra Incognita, though a part of her wondered if she should take some of Daddy’s money and start a studio of her own. Or maybe go back to school and get her degree in education so she could teach art in the schools? There were a lot of options, and her dad had made that possible for her. Between the one hundred thousand dollars and the sale of the business, she was set for a long time.

“Brat. Stop thinking so much and go dress like my favorite slut.”

She stuck her tongue out as she passed him, and he pinched her butt cheek hard. God. Maybe she should ask him for a session with the whip before they went wherever. It might take the edge off. No. She wanted to go out with him. Be his brat outside the confines of his house.

»»•««

She’d never been to Nyx—membership was required, and after the mess with Morgan and Julian, she didn’t want to chance it—but she had heard about it. When Theo steered her to the door, walking in with nothing more than a nod to the bouncer, the butterflies in her stomach took flight.

“Are we doing a scene, Master?”

“We’ll see, brat. I want to look around first. Introduce you to some of my friends.” He laced his fingers with hers and pulled her closer to him before dropping a kiss on her lips. “Is that okay? You look so gorgeous, and I want them to see. To envy me.”

She grinned wide. “Yes, Master. Of course.”

Her breath caught when she stepped into the large main room of Nyx. This was no cobbled-together, one-night-a-month dungeon. It was the real deal. The lighting was dim except for those sections with lights angled to directly highlight a station. The walls were bare brick. The floor stamped concrete.

Spanking stations and a St. Andrew’s cross, bolts and ropes and chains, Lucinda could barely catch her breath at all of it. She’d watched scenes in different places before, but Nyx seemed somehow more elaborate. Like it turned play into an art form. Women were dressed in everything from fetish wear to nothing at all. In fact, many were naked with only a collar or clamps—and not just nipple clamps.

Theo wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her toward a loveseat in the corner. His hand landed on her bare back, sending a shiver down her spine. She’d loved this tight black backless dress from the moment she’d seen it on the hanger. The way he’d looked at her when he first saw her that evening confirmed it was indeed sexy.

“Most submissives here are collared,” she blurted out. She touched her bare neck self-consciously.

He raised a brow. “They’ve earned their collars, brat.”

“And I haven’t?”
God. Shut up. I know better than this.

“Lucinda. I love you.”

She blushed and looked down. “I love you too, Theo.”

“Good. Then you trust me to know when you’re ready to wear my collar, yes?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He leaned forward and kissed her below her ear, and then whispered, “I want my little fuck slut to prove what a good girl she can be tonight. Can you do that?”

She nodded.

“Good. Now, kneel here.” He slipped onto the loveseat and directed her to a spot on the floor beside him.

He didn’t put down a cushion, and after a few minutes her knees began to ache. She smiled at the pain and shifted slightly forward to apply more pressure.

“Ah-ah, brat. You don’t get to create your pain. That’s mine to give you, remember?”

“Yes, Master.”

He slipped his hand along the nape of her neck and began to gently tug at her hair there. She relaxed even more. It wasn’t enough, but it gave her a low-level buzz. In front of them, a large Dom was riding a crop over a bound sub’s ass and thighs. Moisture pooled between Lucinda’s thighs at the sight of the red lashes. Her own ass had bruises and lashes from playing with Theo this week, but he was so good with aftercare that they barely stung.

As the Dom before them started to go harder and his submissive cried out in pleasure, Lucinda fell into almost a trance. She pressed forward on her knees again, but Theo pulled her back with a tug on her hair. She was about to ask him to do a scene, trying to figure out if she could get herself punished, when a shadow crossed over her. Julian and Morgan.

“You brought her to Nyx?” Julian asked Theo without even acknowledging her.

“I told you I can handle her,” Theo answered. “Morgan, it’s good to see you. You look lovely.”

“Thank you, Theo. It’s good to see you too. It’s been a long time.”

The obvious warmth between Morgan and Theo made a hot ball of jealousy press against Lucinda’s throat. How did they know each other? Had Theo Dommed for her once upon a time?

“How’s your photography?”

“Very well, thank you. I’ll be doing a gallery exhibit soon. I’d love for you to come.”

The jealousy grew claws. Morgan didn’t invite Theo and Lucinda, just Theo. As if they thought she was a phase for him. Or as if she wasn’t worth an invitation. She started to shake, her nails digging into her thighs. Theo ignored her. Lucinda peered up and caught Julian regarding her steadily. His cold gaze watching her, waiting for something.