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  “Good girl. You’ve gotten much better with that. No whining or back talk, just action. Exactly how I like it.”

  She smiled at him.

  “And no eye rolling. Very good.” He winked at her, going over to his bag, unzipping it.

  Damn! He’s getting an implement. What the fuck did I do?

  “Hands on the bench in front of you.”

  Shit. This means it’s a whip or belt.

  She turned, placing her now sweaty palms on the bench, widening her stance just the way he expected. Her clit throbbed and she felt her juices let down, slickening the lips of her sex. She tried clenching her ass, instead tightening her pelvic floor, her womb quaking in need.

  “Feeling aroused, girl?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His sneakers came into view. She didn’t dare raise her gaze from the floor until directed. She stood quietly waiting for him to walk around to her backside, to feel either the thin wispy tail of the whip glide over her buttocks or the heavy leather rasp across her goose bumped skin. She heard movement and assumed he must be gathering something else to add to her punishment.

  For what?

  She went to therapy. She ate all her meals. She didn’t yell at anyone at work; she hadn’t done that in months, actually. No purging — that had also ended months ago. She paid her bills. She was at a loss as to what she might have done to deserve being punished.

  “I bought you a present, Caro.”

  A present? Did I miss an anniversary? Has our six-month anniversary come?

  “Do you think you would like to wear these?”

  He placed a pair of sneakers in front of her. They weren’t exactly her colors. Baby blue, pink, yellow and swirls of orange. Pretty, but not quite her style. A little too showy.

  “Yes, Sir. I would wear them. Why did you get them?”

  She desperately wanted to lift her eyes to his, to see his expression, but didn’t dare. He’d trained her well in a short time. Her sneakers were fairly new, and he had approved of them when she purchased them with him.

  “I thought you might like the message on them.”

  Message?

  She looked closer.

  What the fuck is he talking about?

  She tilted her head, trying to read the side of the sneaker.

  Maxim sighed. “How did you get to be a CEO and miss the smaller details, almost every single time?”

  “Maxim! That’s not nice.”

  “No, it isn’t. But it’s the truth. Look over here.” He tilted the shoes upward, allowing her to read the words stitched into them.

  The left shoe said: “Will You” and the second shoe read: “Marry Me?”

  She abruptly stood. “Oh, my God! Are you serious?”

  “Yes, I’m very serious.” He pulled out a beautiful round diamond solitaire, slipping it onto her hand. “Will you, Caroleena Leigh?”

  She never thought someone would ask. Never thought that anyone would want to be with her. She’d resolved that she’d never marry and have to adopt kids and hire a nanny.

  She screamed, throwing herself into his arms. “Yes! Of course!”

  He laughed, swinging her around in his arms. He pulled her thighs up, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist, and he walked her to his desk, swiping the contents onto the floor. The cold surface met her back, and he quickly slid his shorts off, wasting no time in thrusting into her. His cock throbbed within her, and she squeezed upon him — hard.

  He groaned in response. “Caro, stop! I won’t be slow if you do that!”

  “I don’t fucking want slow! Fuck me fast, Maxim!”

  “Jesus!” He grit his teeth, glaring at her, pounding into her moist cunt, her insides rippling with his thrusts, her sensitive clit loving the fast pace and rhythm.

  “Oh, God!” She panted, her head and back arched, her eyes rolling back. She wouldn’t be lasting much longer. “Maxim, I need permission!”

  “Yes! Come, Caroleena!” The heels of her feet pulled him in, pinning him so his cock sunk within her as deeply as possible. She screamed with her release, her hips bucking and thrusting, her nails digging into his back.

  He jammed his cock into her hard, simultaneously shouting with his release, pounding her with each release of semen. On his last thrust, she catapulted over into her second orgasm, moaning with her release, causing him to grunt between gritted teeth at the vice-like grip she had on his now sensitive cock.

  They lay quietly then, just breathing, their sweat mingling, the jerking and spasming of her sex making her murmur unintelligibly against his shoulder.

  She smiled at him when he opened his eyes.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “Caroline Turner-Volkov. I like it.”

  “Good. I like hearing it on your lips. I’ll like having you as mine — officially.”

  “Wait until I tell Avery! She’ll be so excited. Maybe we can marry at their historical southern house?” She raised her eyebrows at him. “Does that sound good to you?”

  “Wedding details are for women. I’ll be happy with whatever you decide. I just want to marry.”

  She frowned at him. She wanted more opinion than that. “I’ll expect a little more cooperation out of you when the time comes. I want your opinion on things.”

  “Let’s just do one thing at a time. First, we go on vacation and you tell your friends. Then we plan wedding, yes?”

  “I love my ring, Maxim.” She held it up, watching it catch the light. It seemed to be made for her hand, not overly large and yet not small by any means. Very classy.

  “Who knew when I watched those videos all those months ago, that I’d be marrying the Russian Whip Master.” She smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “My Russian Master.”

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  Read on for a preview of the next book in the Service & Submission series, Colorado Christmas

  Excerpt — Colorado Christmas

  All the couples you love in the Service & Submission Series gather for a vacation at a chalet in Colorado…

  Excerpt from COLORADO CHRISTMAS

  Due out mid-November!

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  Garrett had put vibrating anal beads in her that morning, warning her that he’d be playing and having fun with her on the plane ride. He’d also cautioned that if she misbehaved he’d increase the vibration as punishment. She knew the consequences and yet, here she was unable to keep her mouth shut.

  Inga’s eyes widened, and she squeezed her thighs shut, hoping it would help decrease the vibrations. Sitting like this, the sensation pulsated through her labia up to her clit. Closing her thighs tightly increased the trembling, and she decided that opening them wide would give her some relief. Instead, it opened the crevice enough that the throbbing pulse — unimpeded by her puffy lips — made direct contact with the hard little knot of nerves.

  She looked to Garrett, silently pleading for mercy. Instead, she had no doubt that what he saw was a woman in need, seeking permission for an orgasm.

  He shook his head slightly, his low rumbling voice warning, “Don’t even think about having an orgasm on this airplane. You better fight this off, girl.”

  She grabbed his muscled thigh, digging her nails into the bunched muscles above his knee, her eyes rolling. She breathed through her nose, not at all sure she’d be able to stave off an earth-shattering climax.

  “Ma’am, do you need a drink or some Tylenol?”

  Stewardess.

  “N-no... I mean, y-yes! Please. Yes, both.” She fluttered open her eyes, briefly taking in the woman standing with a confused look on her face, eyebrows furrowed.

  “What she means, is she’d like a nice water and Tylenol. Thank you for noticing her discomfort.” Garrett, polite as ever — and quick on his feet — smoothed the situation over, and blessedly turned down the vibrations so she could breathe again. The need to orgasm was still overwhelming, but without the pulsating tremors, she hoped she could fight it. Her pussy clenched at that moment, causing her
to lurch in her seat.

  “Well, I’ll be goddammed! You have her plugged with a vibrating toy and a remote, don’t you? You cruel son-of-a-bitch!” Avery leaned across the aisle, glaring at Garrett then grabbing Inga’s hand. “Sweetie, are you gonna be okay?”

  Preston grabbed Avery’s chin, growling, “Just who in the name of hell are you calling a son-of-a-bitch? You apparently have forgotten your place, but I think I know how to remedy that.” He turned her face back toward Inga and Garrett. “Apologize to my brother. Now.”

  Garrett gave them an evil grin. He loved watching Avery get riled up. It wasn’t difficult to raise her ire, but the fireworks that resulted were always impressive. Avery never disappointed. Inga knew that Garrett’s intent hadn’t been to upset Avery, but she had no doubt Preston would be correcting her for the resulting outburst. And if Preston hadn’t been around, Garrett wouldn’t have hesitated to take over for him either.

  The brothers had each other’s backs, loving their wives fiercely, but each was just as protective of their sisters-in-law.

  Avery’s pale face turned to Garrett. “I’m sorry, Sir. It’s none of my business how you treat your poor wife, and I apologize that my name calling has upset my husband.”

  Garrett threw his head back, laughing. “You call that an apology, little girl?” He leaned forward, taking in Preston’s angry countenance. “I think you have some work to do in that regard, little brother.”

  Preston’s lips firmed, the angry tic in his jaw surfacing. “I’ll rectify the situation, trust me, and you’ll be given a proper apology this evening at dinner. I promise you.” He squeezed Avery’s knee hard enough that she jumped in her seat.

  She whispered an apology to Preston — one that she knew was much too late.

  “I look forward to it. And I have no doubt that the lesson will be learned.” Then Garrett addressed Avery. “And your little friend over here is just fine. We were playing when her mouth got her into a bit of trouble also. Not as bad as yours, obviously — but I did have to up the setting on her toy.”

  “You do not answer to her. It’s none of her business what you do with your wife. She’ll have that figured out by the end of the day also.” He directed his attention to Avery again, shoving her phone and her earbuds into her hand. “Keep your eyes closed, mouth shut, and listen to your music.”

  By Megan Michaels

  The Service & Submission Series:

  Finding Submission

  Mastering Inga

  My Russian Master

  The Widow Wagon Series:

  Book One: Second Chances

  Book Two: More Than She Bargained For

  Book Three: Cinch Your Saddle

  Published By Stormy Night Publications

  What Naughty Little Girls Get

  The Little Princess Cruise

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