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Chapter 4
Nauseated by her email exchange with Mister Grey, Pepper padded barefoot across the expensive, charcoal slate of her office floor to glance out over the city skyline. How such a young man could appear so collected while harboring that kind of darkness inside was a mystery, so she allowed herself a moment to be grateful for Tony. He had his issues. People liked to joke that his issues had issues, but he was a good and decent man under all the bluster and posturing. Not for one moment of one day had she ever not felt safe with him.
No, that was inaccurate. There was one period of time w

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“Submissive shall make herself available for the Dominant’s pleasure for a period of three months and shall endeavor to enjoy and understand his training and discipline in whatever method he chooses to render his tutelage,” Pepper read aloud from the contract.
Tony stopped so suddenly while pacing across their lounge, she wouldn’t have been surprised had she heard the Roadrunner-screeching-to-a-halt sound effect from Loony Tunes. “Run that by me one more time.”
She repeated the passage as calmly as possible.
“What the Hell kind of contr

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Chapter 2
The soft glow of the arc reactor bathed her face, contorted with ecstasy, in pale light as she came with a breathy sigh of relief, fingers loosening their grip on Tony’s ass when he joined her in post-coital bliss moments later. Heart still beating rapidly and overwhelmed with giddy delight, she giggled and pressed her face against his shoulder.
“Giggling? Must have been one Hell of an orgasm. What am I saying? It’s my disco stick you just jived all over. Of course it was one Hell of an orgasm.”
She paused for half a heartbeat. “I was having twelve

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Chapter 1
“Mister Grey, your one fifteen has arrived.”
The dazzling, magnanimous, scintillating, utterly devilishly dashing-with-a-side-of-carnal-bliss business mogul glanced up from his perusal of the morning’s paper, one steamy glance afforded Blonde Office Worker Number 29 before glancing to his watch. The time was precisely fifteen minutes past one in the afternoon on the twenty-third of October. A check of his calendar assured him he was meeting with a Miss Pepper Potts, CEO of Stark Industries, who was presently in Seattle giving a lecture during a conference on clean energ