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it looked like tonight was going to be
no different.
    Then his hand stilled. Were the mechanics of a physical
orgasm going to do it for him this time?
    Adam found himself thinking back to the time when he’d
discovered that he was a natural Dominant. He and Dan had been in the States on
a training mission with their U.S. counterparts and while on a forty-eight-hour
leave, they’d discovered the club that had changed their lives. Gone were their
preconceptions of BDSM being all about kinky sex—it didn’t even have to include
sex at all, yet it could also be a whole lifestyle.
    Over time he and Dan had completed the training and become
masters of the art. Adam learned that he wasn’t into the lifestyle aspects of
D/s—his preference was for sexual Domination when it came to his personal life,
although he had also found a great deal of satisfaction in training subs who were
looking to lead a submissive lifestyle.
    Adam loved women—the way they smelled, the way they tasted,
the way they felt, all the glorious textures of the human female body—and he
could say with confidence that every woman with whom he’d enjoyed any kind of
D/s relationship, he’d left happy and fulfilled…except one and that had been
his ex-wife.
    By the time she’d gotten around to yelling at him about his
filthy perversion, the love had long gone and her words hadn’t been able to
wound the way she’d intended. He blamed himself. He should have told her about
his preferences when it looked like their relationship was getting serious,
long before marriage was on the radar.
    He’d just understood that he was never going to be able to
help her and the only thing he could do for her was let her go. It hadn’t
stopped her taking everything she could get her claws on—but the divorce, once
declared absolute, was just that. Absolute. He had no idea where she’d gone or
with whom and by then he hadn’t cared about either.
    Adam dropped onto the massive bed. Beth . Something
primitive stirred inside him. He pictured her lying face down on this bed, her
beautiful head hanging over the end, pillows under her belly and hips so that
she was in the perfect position for him to take her. She was restrained of
course and begging her Dom to fuck her.
    Christ, Dan was right—she was perfect sub material. His
perfect sub.
    And if she did see herself as the green-eyed female
protagonist she’d written about…if she had a secret desire to submit to a Dom…would
she really want to make that fantasy a reality? Fantasizing about D/s
relationships was one thing but the reality of them was a whole different
prospect. Hell, even he was still learning about Domination and submission and
about himself.
    Adam rolled over onto his stomach, trapping his erection
between his belly and the bed. His muscular buttocks clenched, fighting the
urge to move as if she were under him.
    How could he get her to the apartment? Wine her and dine
her, bring her back here and say, “Oh by the way, Beth, I’m a Dom and I want to
own you, body and soul.”
    Yeah, that’d work . The thought dripped sarcasm. Even
if she really had submissive tendencies, an approach like that would probably
still scare her off. With his thoughts going in unproductive circles,
eventually Adam fell asleep, overcome by mental exhaustion.
    It was a pity it wouldn’t last.

Chapter Two
     
    On Monday morning—after a weekend that felt much shorter
than usual—Beth arrived in the office to find a message from her employer, informing
her that he was going to be in Amsterdam for a few days and would be back in
the office on Thursday. Part of her was relieved but it was really just
delaying the inevitable—she’d still have to face him on his return.
    The next part of the message caused her eyebrows to rise in
disbelief—she was to close the office for three days, give everyone paid time
off and hand the office keys to Dan Chesterfield so that he could perform a
thorough security sweep.
    By ten