Chapter 55: Walking into the Lion's Den

"You..." Clara flushed with anger and, for a split second, regretted walking into the lion's den. Who would have thought this brat would, by sheer luck, zero in on her weak spot so quickly? She knew she had a faint streak of masochism; when she got excited, she craved a man's palm and fingers on her backside and her inner thighs-slaps, pinches, twists that sent sparks flying. Other than those two spots, she wasn't into most touches. She also liked to lean into a cool, bossy older-woman vibe, so...