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crawling up on the bed and covering her body in biting kisses.
    Diego approached the bed but did not climb on it. “I propose a change. I will be the one tied down, and you get to have your wicked way with me.”
    To keep himself from reaching out, he grabbed his right wrist with his left hand and picked the riding crop back up off the bed. The hardness of the handle helped him focus on something other than the ache of his balls and the throbbing of his cock.
    “You want to be tied down?” There was uncertainty in her eyes and for a moment Diego thought his plan might go down the drain. “I’ve never been in charge before.”
    Anarrae’s gaze wandered over Diego’s body, a heated caress that sent a flush of fire over his skin, made his cock twitch and his heart pick up pace, beating against his chest so hard that he thought it would burst past his rib cage. In his mind’s eye he could see her above him, riding him, kissing him, caressing him—doing things that would blow his mind. He tightened his grip on his wrist and didn’t wince at the pain. Diego had to focus.
    “Haven’t you ever wanted to be in charge during sex? Has any man ever given you that opportunity?” If they hadn’t, he would love to have a word with her past lovers. Just the thought of her giving her body to someone else pricked something in him that made him uncomfortable.
    He pushed the odd feeling away and watched her very carefully. There was a hitch in her breath. Her breasts moved up and down rapidly. She was interested. The idea seemed to amuse her. Her legs slid over the bed, and she gripped the leather straps tightly.
    Diego knew he had to move this along. Need was riding him hard and the night was burning away. In the morning he had somewhere to be. Diego didn’t want to waste any of the time he had with her. He let go of his wrist, undid his pants, and removed his shoes.
    Diego stood before her naked. He ran his fingers over his chest, pausing to circle the pad of his index finger around his nipple. Sensation shot to his groin. When he tugged the barbell that pierced his nipple, electricity shot straight to his cock. He rolled the small bud and groaned as pleasure ebbed through him.
    His cock throbbed with need. Diego tossed the riding crop onto a nearby chair and took hold of his cock, squeezing just below the wide helmet before moving his hand down to the base and then up again. Slowly, he stroked himself. His eyelids lowered until he gazed at her through a veil of dark lashes.
    “See how the idea affects me? How aroused I am at the thought of being under your control? Let’s try something new. This will only be for one weekend after all.”
    The uncomfortable reminder returned, pricking his mind again. One time only. One weekend to sink into her fantasies and desires. He didn’t like that one bit but there was nothing he could do.
    “And if we do this, will you get to be in charge later?” she asked him. Her face was like a mask, her emotions under tight control. She was trying to hide her reaction from him, and yet he knew her answers. She wanted to be his master in this round.
    Diego nearly moaned. He stroked his cock faster. He wanted her to control him, have her way with him. Never had anyone been given that chance. Always in command, always in control—that was him. You give away control, you lose in the con. For this one time, he would relinquish himself to another person. He just prayed the odd feeling inside him that wanted to get to know her better would go away after he allowed Ana her way.
    “Anything you want, love.” He meant it.
    The odd expression fell from her face and emotions rushed over her features almost too quickly to read. He did manage to catch need, desire, and yearning before she closed herself off to him again.
    “Then release me from my bonds,” she said.
    That sultry sound was all he needed. Diego released his cock and followed her orders. “ Qualunque cosa tu possa desiderare da me, sara'