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deep. Lauren nearly wept for
the sensation of being filled, for the size of him. He didn't pause to savor
her. His penetration was hard, fast, deep and his balls took up where the
flogger had left off, slapping her clit as he fucked her. The Latex of his
condom abraded her walls once her cream ran dry. Still he continued to thrust,
forcing her to appreciate the friction until shuddered against her.
    She didn't remember when he freed her hands from the cuffs. She did
remember that she cried and he whispered sweet words, praising her.
    Beautiful. Sexy. Responsive. Deserving.
    By the time he slipped from her arms, she even believed him.

 
    Chapter Three
     
    Lauren returned to her Long Island home late the following afternoon,
minus her wedding ring, which she couldn't find even after emptying the
contents of her bag. Losing it bothered her on one level and didn't bother her
at all on a different level. Of more pressing concern was returning to her life
without Master. The night she'd spent behind the dark of a blindfold had done
something to her eyes. Changed the way she looked at the world. She'd expected
some of the strangeness to abate once she returned to familiar surroundings but
she gave up on that hope fifteen seconds after locking the front door behind
her, when her husband's voice made the hair on her arms stand up.
    She didn't have to wonder why he'd decided to visit. All indicators
pointed to her phone call and confession as the reason. What she didn't know
was what he intended to do now that he'd come.
    Well, there was no point speculating. Leaving her small suitcase near the
door, she followed his voice to the formal dining room. His laptop sat open on
the long mahogany table. Jacob spoke into his cell phone while he paced the
length of the table. His back was to her long enough for her to absorb the
details of his clothing--gray wool trousers, a pressed blue shirt, gold
cufflinks winking at his wrists--but not long enough for her to execute a
retreat. Before she could quietly sneak away, he turned and met her eyes.
    Without a word of warning to the person on the other end of his call, he
disconnected and pocketed his phone. "Good evening, Lauren."
    Her body responded instantly, heating and softening despite her shock.
Despite all her best intentions to remain aloof, she hungrily ate up the
details of his appearance. She'd forgotten how his lean frame towered over most
of the population in a manner that was authoritative but not intimidating. His
slate blue eyes and strong jaw commanded respect. After the night she'd spent
with Master, the respect came easily. Lauren had to fight her instinct to lower
her gaze in deference.
    "Jacob. I wasn't expecting you."
    "I had a last-minute change of plans and thought we could have
dinner." He closed his laptop. "Your housekeeper is preparing one of
the guest suites for me. I trust you won't find my presence an
imposition."
    She blew out a slow breath and counted to five, searching for a calm
place. Peace eluded her but her voice at least didn't shake. "You're
welcome here, of course."
    "And dinner?" He lifted one dark eyebrow.
    "I'm sure Margaret can prepare a last-minute meal. I'll speak with
her right now." Desperate to get away from him and regroup, she turned to
leave the room.
    "I've made arrangements elsewhere," he said, stopping her
retreat.
    Instinct told her to plead exhaustion from her flight so she could gather
herself and figure out how she wanted to handle his visit, but she shied away
from calling attention to her recent activities. Better to pretend nothing had
happened, that she hadn't called him with a middle of the night confession.
Lauren exhaled slowly. "I'll go dress for dinner, then."
    She didn't even try to cling to dignity as she bolted from the room.
    Upstairs, behind a locked door, she gave in to panic. Why had Jacob come?
They'd been married five years and in the three years she'd spent in the Long
Island house, he'd never once visited. His choice,