" Kingsley tells me you’re famous,” she said, dropping her toy bag on the floor and tossing her coat aside.
“I am. Very famous.” He leaned back resting on his hands. “Want to see my Oscar?”
“Never met a man who named his cock Oscar before.”
“I meant my Academy Award.”
“Oh, then no.”
Her client blanched and Nora smiled. God, she did love putting the rich and famous in their place. And their place was, of course, at her feet.
“It’s a big deal to get an Oscar,” he protested.
“Yeah, well, I have no idea who the fuck you are and I don’t give a damn about your Grammy.”
“Oscar.”
“And quite frankly, I don’t care who you are. But I hear you’re an asshole who treats his assistants like shit, and I think you’re probably going to have to be punished for that. Say ‘Yes, Mistress’ if you agree.”
He swallowed hard.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy. Now get naked and bend over the table. Let’s find out how an Oscar-winner screams. "

― Tiffany Reisz , The Last Good Knight (The Last Good Knight, #1-5)