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not moving away while she’d been able to. “Do you know what a safe word is?”
    “Noelle’s told me a few things about it.”
    “Explain it to me.” His eyes seemed more opaque, the color like molten jade, revealing nothing, yet demanding everything.
    “It’s a word that will stop a BDSM scene.”
    He nodded. “Oftentimes, people will have a second word, one that means slow down or pause .”
    “Like yellow ,” she said.
    “Yeah. Like yellow .”
    She nodded.
    “Right now, you’re nervous as hell.”
    As if she’d missed a tax-filing deadline. “Yes.”
    “Good.”
    “Good?” she echoed, stunned, hardly able to breathe.
    “A little fear, nervousness, increases your reactions, heightens your awareness. Maybe even makes you wet.”
    God help me.
    “Tell me about your fantasies.”
    He was pushing her into areas she’d never been before. It was thrilling, frightening. Ever since she’d walked out of the front door of this house last month and left him alone in the foyer, she’d regretted the fact that she’d been a coward.
    She reminded herself that she’d vowed not to chicken out a second time. But faced with him, breathing his masculine, overwhelmingly clean scent, it was more difficult than she could imagine.
    “Tell me,” he repeated.
    She tried to pull her hand away but she was trapped, helpless.
    “Jennifer…” He said her name softly, implacably, a command as much as an entreaty.
    She was lost. Mesmerized by the heat in his gaze. “A while ago, I bought myself a flogger at an adult store.”
    “Have you used it?”
    “You might have guessed I haven’t had the opportunity.”
    “What other toys do you have?”
    Were they really having this conversation? “I have a pair of nipple clamps, but I’ve never actually been brave enough to use them.”
    “So you want to be flogged, maybe with nipple clamps on.”
    She nodded.
    “What gets you off when you’re masturbating?”
    He saw her, deeper than anyone else had looked. The knowledge made her dizzy. Suddenly, she was unable to find her voice.
    “You’re doing fine,” he said.
    His reassurance combined with his matter-of-fact tone made this easier than she might have imagined. “I envision myself tied up,” she confessed. “Helpless. Clamped. Blindfolded.” Writhing. Desperate. In her mind, the more intense the bondage, the harder her orgasm. She wondered if that would be true in real life.
    “And then what?”
    Her smile died before fully forming. “I was hoping you wouldn’t ask that.”
    “I’m waiting.”
    Was she really going to admit this? “I’m flogged. Hard. No matter how much I beg, it goes on and on. I’m…” She swallowed then breathed in. “It’s just a fantasy. I know it can’t really happen. I’m not sure I really want it.” But part of her did.
    “You’ll always have a safe word. What I’m hearing is that you want to be pushed.”
    She nodded.
    “You’re hoping, deep inside, that I’m going to take away your choices and tie you to the St. Andrew’s cross,” he went on. “You want to be vulnerable, to pull against the bonds while knowing you can’t get out of them. You want to know the sensation of surrender as the structure supports your entire weight while you’re naked, waiting.”
    Jennifer’s legs wobbled. Suddenly she was grateful for his tight, reassuring grip.
    “You’re picturing it, aren’t you?”
    “My God…”
    “I can make that happen. We can make that happen. It’s just the two of us. We have all night. We won’t be interrupted. No one will be watching you. It’s just you and me and your deepest desires.” He released her wrist. “But you’ll have to ask me for it.”
    He was offering to fulfill her erotic fantasies. Yes. Yes. That was exactly what she wanted. She only wished he wasn’t so overwhelming.
    “Oh, and, Jennifer? One more thing. You’ll do it from your knees.”
    Her breath strangled her.
    He stood so close she inhaled his scent, that of musk and