to leave his small town and be someone else. And it had worked. He was someone else. Successful. Wealthy. Powerful. But as he turned the knobs way too hard he realised there was still a little bit of that country boy in him. That awkward country bloke who saw a pretty girl and lost all his sense. ‘Lay back a little and I’ll crop it in close before panning out.’ ‘Right.’ When he turned back Faith was strewn across the bed, her hands behind her head. He’d had plenty of women in his bed before but none had looked as inviting as this. None had made his body jump the way she did. ‘You may be surprised to know that many women enjoy dressing up as a schoolgirl.’ Faith’s voice was a little wooden—it lacked the animation she usually brought to her programme. Cash moved his eyes from the camera and peered at her. ‘What’s up?’ ‘Nothing.’ Her voice was tight, angry. ‘Let’s try again and this time try and act as if you’re enjoying yourself.’ Faith started again. Her voice was better but the wrinkle between her eyes was still there. Frustrated, angry. She twisted her body to sit up and Cash thought he saw a flash of pink again but kept rolling, not trusting himself to take his hands off the camera and suspicious she wouldn’t like him to stop her again. ‘Some women enjoy playing the naughty tart who won’t stop teasing you until you pull her over your knee and give her the spanking she craves. That’s right: loads of grown women fantasise about getting a proper spanking from their man. A spanking from you is exciting for two reasons: not only does this mild show of dominance hurt so good, but it also usually leads straight into hot, hot sex.’ Her voice had slowed down. Her knees were up now and he could definitely see a flash of pink. ‘We’ll have to do it again—I can see your underwear.’ Annoyance flashed across Faith’s face. ‘Again? Once is bad enough in this outfit.’ Cash straightened his back. Her mouth had turned down and her cheeks were pink. She wasn’t happy at all. ‘Sometimes these things take a few takes.’ ‘I didn’t even want one.’ Maybe he was putting too much pressure on her. He knew he had a tendency to do that. And he was particularly hard on Faith but after getting to know her a little more, he wasn’t sure that was the right thing to do. She was usually so confident talking about sex, but today she was struggling. ‘What is it about this fantasy you don’t like?’ he asked, curious about what had ruffled the feathers of Sydney’s sexpert. Surely a little role playing didn’t make her this uncomfortable. She’d been more than comfortable in Kitty’s dungeon. And then earlier today as she’d sat on top of him she’d seemed right at home. But right now she was blushing furiously and her fists were curled into tight little balls. ‘What do you mean? I like it fine. As much as any other.’ ‘No, you don’t. This makes you uncomfortable. Why? You weren’t one of those naughty schoolgirls who had an affair with her teacher, were you?’ When her face fell Cash’s heart fell with it. She’d got it on with a teacher? He’d assumed Faith was sexually adventurous but hadn’t considered that she’d been so outrageous as a teenager. But maybe that was why she was so interested in all this. Maybe she’d had some older man show her the ropes when she was young. For some reason the idea of some dirty old man leering at her teenage arse made a ripple run through him. ‘Faith. I’m sorry. I was only joking. I didn’t actually think...’ ‘It wasn’t like that.’ He looked closer. Hers wasn’t the face of a sexually satisfied teenager. It was something closer to sadness and a little bit of fear. His blood started pumping. ‘What was it like, then?’ He tried to remember where she’d said she’d gone to school. Somewhere in England. He’d be in London next month; he wondered how long it would take to track this dirty old