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Laura turned the key in her front door and stepped aside, allowing Fiona go in first. The drive from The Lantern had been quiet and uneventful, with neither of them saying very much, but the moment the door clicked shut behind them, Laura sprang into action. She pushed Fiona against the hallway wall, her lips crashing against Fiona’s with a hunger that left no room for doubt or hesitation. Fiona gasped into the kiss, surprised at the suddenness of it, but more than willing to play her part, her hands scrambling for purchase against Laura’s shoulders.

Eventually, Laura pulled back, just enough to murmur against Fiona's mouth, “You know you're a bad girl, don't you?” Her fingers tangled in Fiona’s hair, tugging sharply. “Tell me, is it proper to go out somewhere with me and then spend the entire time looking at other women?”

The accusation sent heat flooding to Fiona’s cheeks. She hesitated, unsure how to respond, not knowing if Laura was just teasing or was genuinely annoyed with her.

Laura tightened her grip, pulling Fiona’s head back sharply. “Answer me.” Her voice was low and rough, a tone Fiona had only heard during their most intense sessions.

“N-no,” Fiona stammered. “It’s not proper.”

Laura’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Then why did you do it?” Her free hand trailed down Fiona’s side, fingers skimming the hem of her skirt before digging into the soft flesh of her thigh. “Did you forget who you belong to tonight?”

Fiona’s breath came in shallow bursts, her body arching instinctively toward Laura’s touch. “No... No, of course not... I'd never forget that... But... Burlesque dancers are new to me... And I couldn't take my eyes off them.”

Laura’s laugh was a dark ripple against Fiona’s neck. “Couldn’t? Or wouldn’t?”

The accusation sent a fresh flood of heat to Fiona's cheeks. Again, she hesitated, not knowing how to respond.

“Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson,” Laura continued. “Perhaps you need to be reminded of who you belong to."

"Yes, of course," said Fiona suddenly, as though understanding had just dawned on her. "Yes, you're right. I'm a bad girl and I ought to be punished."

Laura's lips curled into a predatory smile. "That's better," she murmured, stroking Fiona's cheek. "That's what I wanted to hear." She took her by the arm, leading her toward the bedroom. "Actions have consequences. It seems that you understand that."

Laura pushed open the door, and with a firm grip, she guided Fiona to the center of the room, then circled her slowly, fingertips grazing her shoulders, her waist, the small of her back, teeth grazing her earlobe. "Strip," she commanded, stepping back just enough to watch. "Slowly. Like Evelyn did."

Fiona reached for the top button of her blouse and undid it, aware of Laura's avid gaze. The second button slipped free, revealing the lace edge of her bra. Laura’s gaze darkened, her lips parting slightly as Fiona teased the third button loose, letting the fabric gape just enough to expose the swell of her breasts.

Laura prowled closer, halting Fiona’s hands with a sharp grip. “Slower,” she breathed, her thumb tracing Fiona’s lower lip. “Make me wait.” Fiona swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she obeyed, rolling her hips slightly as she slid the blouse off one shoulder, then the other. The fabric pooled at her wrists before Laura snatched it away, tossing it aside.

“Now the skirt,” Laura commanded, her voice edged with gravel. Fiona hooked her thumbs into the waistband, easing it down inch by inch. “Turn around,” Laura ordered. “Show me how well you learned from

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