She knocked on the door and a muffled “come in” had her stepping inside. Kensal was seated at her desk, head down and bent. She studied her profile, drinking in the smooth brown skin and black hair. In her ear, gold gleamed.

“Yes, Fallina?” Her head came up and their eyes met in a rush of heat and need. It was a punch to her stomach that took her by surprise. It had been the same way this morning and it had left her confused as she was now.

She felt slightly compelled to go to her, to do whatever she asked.

“I—uh—”

Kensal got to her feet as she had this morning and rounded her desk. The tailored navy slacks were still crisp as was the charcoal gray blouse she’d paired with them, but her navy tie with red swirls had been loosened. There was no mistaking Kensal as anything but female despite the distinctly male cut of her Berber suit.

Damn she was beautiful and had the confident grace that must turn even straight women on.

She perched on the edge of her desk, motioning for Fallina to take one of the chairs. “What is it, darlin’?”

She squared her shoulders and cleared her throat. “I’m going to insist that you treat me with the same respect you treat my mother with.”

Kensal’s lips twitched in a mocking smile that made Fallina grit her teeth. “Subs don’t insist on anything other than having their hard limits adhered to, and not being abused,” Kensal said evenly as she moved back around her desk.

“Well, I’m not a sub in this office,” Fallina snapped as she watched Kensal open a desk drawer and reach into it. “I’m your superior.”

“My superior?” she asked softly meeting Fallina’s gaze.

“Yes.” She crossed her arms over her chest giving Kensal a belligerent look that faded quickly as a twinge of uneasiness started in her as Kensal’s champagne eyes went dark gold.

“Is that a fact?” Kensal moved around her desk not taking her eyes off Fallina.

“It’s a fact.” Fallina tilted her chin up with bravado.

Kensal stalked toward her with unhurried grace as Fallina backed toward the door. “I guess I’ll have to demonstrate the dynamics of our relationship,” she murmured.

“We had sex,” Fallina snapped. “That doesn’t give you any rights over me, Kensal. Do you understand?”

“What I understand is you need to be taught your place, little one.” She closed in on Fallina as she nearly tripped over her feet backing up. Kensal reached out to grab her, but Fallina evaded her.

“Kensal—”

This time Kensal’s hand clamped around Fallina’s arm and jerked the younger woman toward her. Fallina drew back to slap Kensal and the older woman caught her hand before sweeping Fallina’s leg from under her sending her toppling to the floor. She grunted and tried to sit up, but Kensal was straddling her, pinning her arms above her head before Fallina could even draw breath.

Fallina tugged and squirmed in Kensal’s hold. She was stronger, and Fallina found Kensal barely had to move to keep her pinned.

“Get off me,” Fallina ordered, glaring mutinously.

“I’m going to get off you, little girl,” she said patiently and used one hand to hold Fallina’s hands in place as she reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “When I do you’ll wish I’d stayed just like this.” She shifted and her stamen pressed into the pad of Fallina’s pussy.

A quick blast of heat rushed Fallina, knocking the air out of her. The woman wore her dildo all the time?