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wanted me.  And then his mouth was pressed against mine, his tongue slipping past my lips to explore my mouth and caress my tongue.  It was electric.
    I felt my back press up against the wall as Hayden kissed me deeply, with more passion than I’d been expecting.  I couldn’t have pulled away had I wanted to, but I didn’t want to.  No one had ever kissed me quite like that.  It felt like he wanted to devour me.  It was raw and animalistic and incredibly sexy.
    Then, abruptly, he pulled away.  “I can’t,” he said.  “You’re still drunk.”
    “Fine,” I relented, marching over to his king size bed and throwing myself down on it.  “We’ll watch a movie,” I said, grabbing the remote control from the bedside table and switching the large flat screen on.   I still couldn’t get over the fact that sleepy little Burlington had such luxurious hotels.  I felt like I was royalty or something just by being there.
    I switched the television to something that looked vaguely interesting and we watched it for a while.  Then I looked over at Hayden, who was seated in an armchair beside the bed.  He’d taken off his suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his white button up shirt up to his elbows.  “There’s plenty of room on the bed,” I told him, shifting over and patting the empty mattress to prove my point.  “You can join me, you know.”
    He shook his head.  “I can’t.”
    “Why?”
    “I can’t trust myself with you.  It’s hard enough to keep my hands off you from here.”  There was such longing in his voice that it made me ache inside.
    “You don’t have to be such a gentleman, you know.”  Earlier, when he’d been buying me drinks and holding the door for me, his hand on the small of my back as we walked, it had been sexy.  Now it was getting frustrating. 
    Hayden smirked.  “I’m not usually a gentleman,” he assured me.  “At least not in bed…”
    That piqued my interest.  “What does that mean?” I demanded. 
    He shrugged.  The women I date and I have one thing in common – and usually only one thing,” he quipped.  “We like control.  I enjoy taking control and they get off on giving it up.”
    “So what does that involve, like whips and chains and stuff?” I pressed.  I was inexperienced but I didn’t live under a rock.  I knew a bit about BDSM, but had never taken much of an interest in it.  I’d always assumed it was abusive and degrading to the women who submitted, but now the thought of letting Hayden tie me up and have his way with me was actually dialing the tingles up a notch.
    “That can be a part of it sometimes, yes,” he nodded.  “But there’s so, so much more to BDSM than whips and chains.  It’s about control.  It’s about surrender and trust and a battle of wills.  There’s nothing quite as satisfying as getting inside a feisty woman’s head and truly dominating her.” 
    “Are you going to do that with me?” I asked, intrigued and a little intimidated by the thought.  I didn’t know what it would feel like to let a man control me but I wasn’t completely opposed to finding out…
    “No,” he said quickly.  “It’s your first time.  We’ll just stick to the basics.”
    “Oh,” I said with just a hint of disappointment.  “Do you do BDSM often?”
    He cracked a small smile at that, maybe due to the way I’d phrased the question.  “I’m making an exception for you tonight, but usually I engage in BDSM almost exclusively.  That said,” he added regretfully, “It can be tough to find the right woman to play with.”
    “The right fuckbuddy, you mean?” I asked, grinning. 
    “You’re not going to let that go, are you,” he observed.  Then he explained, “I’ve always felt like to truly appreciate a dominant relationship you have to have, well, a relationship.  You need to know the person and understand them…once I know what makes a woman tick and just how far I can push her limits without