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in charge,” Kyla whispered.
    “The whole thing, Kyla.” Jackson’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t make me ask again.”
    Kyla felt her heartbeat kick up a notch. She swallowed, unsure how to respond. This was crazy... wasn’t it? But then, why was she so turned on? “You’re in charge of my cunt.” As she said the words, heat flooded between her legs and Kyla shivered at her body’s response.
    Jackson smiled. “That’s good, Kyla. Now. Pick a safe word.”
    Kyla gaped at him, her mind reeling. A safe word. That was for BDSM stuff, wasn’t it? Kyla blushed at the absurdity of this thought. Of course it was. She was standing in Jackson’s personal BDSM playroom, about to become his next conquest. She should just tell him to go fuck himself and get the hell out of here. But Kyla found she couldn’t even glance at the door. Her eyes were riveted to Jackson. And—she realized with a strange numbness—she wanted this.
    Some part of Kyla relaxed, and she took a deep breath. “Um... coconut?”
    Jackson’s eyes twinkled in amusement. “Coconut. Okay, Kyla. Use your safe word if anything gets to be too much. You use your word, and everything stops. But if you can take it, I can promise you, I can set you free. I’m asking you to trust me. Do you trust me, Kyla?”
    “Yes,” Kyla said. And as she said it, she realized she did trust him.
    Jackson pulled her to him and kissed her, hard. His tongue pushed past her lips, demanding surrender. Kyla clung to him as he ravaged her mouth. That deep, pulsing ache spread throughout her core, a need bordering on pain. Jackson released her and Kyla staggered, unsteady on her feet.
    “While we are in this room, you will refer to me as sir.”
    “Okay, um... sir.” Kyla expected to feel silly saying the word. Instead, it seemed to align something within her. It felt safe.
    “Strip for me, Kyla.” Jackson said it so casually, at first Kyla thought she’d misunderstood him. But when he crossed his arms, waiting, she lifted one hand to the collar of her coat, still damp from the rain. Jackson’s expression didn’t alter. Kyla slid the jacket off, acutely aware of his eyes sliding across her body. It was so strange—that man at the bar, the one who’d tried to chat her up, when he’d ogled her it had filled her with fury. But Jackson’s calm perusal of her figure was... thrilling.
    Kyla’s fingers trembled on the buttons of her blouse. She worked one free, then another. As she undid the buttons, Jackson’s eyes followed her hands down. She saw his nostrils flare and allowed herself a small smile. Kyla turned her back to Jackson as she tugged the shirt down off her shoulders. Very slowly, she let the blouse slide down, revealing her back inch by inch. She let the blouse drop and turned back to face Jackson.
    The expression on his face filled her with satisfaction; he looked stricken. Jackson swallowed, his Adam’s apple undulating beneath the skin of his sculpted neck. Kyla reached for the side zipper of her skirt and tugged it down. As the skirt slipped down around her ankles, Kyla reached behind her to unclasp the hooks of her bra. She hugged the cups to her chest, sliding first one, then the other strap off her shoulders.
    “You’re teasing me.” Jackson’s tone was light, but Kyla heard something harder beneath the words. She looked up at him quickly. “You know you’ll have to pay for that later.”
    The promise sent another shiver cascading over Kyla’s skin. She let her hands fall, and her bra joined the rest of her clothes on the floor at her feet. The only things left were her panties and her shoes. She slid her thumbs beneath the sides of her panties and pushed them down, letting them slip over her thighs to fall softly around her ankles. She stepped out of the lacy underwear and bent to undo the straps of her high heels.
    “No.” Jackson’s voice startled her and she looked up. “Leave the shoes on.” He walked around her, appraising her from every