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hands around his neck, arching her back.
    Why had they never acted on this chemistry before?
    She let her lids close as he gripped her arms.
    “Not yet,” he whispered and kissed her temple.
    Jacques took one arm, retrieved a leather cuff hanging from the chains and attached it to her wrist. He did the same with her other arm and adjusted the length of chain with snaps until she had little slack to play with.
    She could almost imagine them under the safety of night, where the perceptions faded away and left two beings who merely wanted each other in the most carnal sense. His hands coasted up and down her back, pushing her hair over her shoulders. She hummed and bowed her back, enjoying his caress.
    Something about play gave her freedom to be the inner girl she fought every day to protect. For the brief moments she was under someone else’s care, she could be who she was.
    Jacques’ touch disappeared, but she could hear the floorboards creak as he shifted to her left. She let her head drop forward and focused on how the cool air kissed her skin. Goose flesh ran up and down her arms and legs. Though he hadn’t asked her to, Odalia spread her legs, and the damp fabric against her pussy caused a shiver to skate up her spine.
    The scent of coffee, herbs and leather hung in the air. In fact, the rawhide fragrance was stronger.
    He’d bound her like this during their photo shoot, but she’d worn a mask that covered everything, save for her eyes. She’d been a marionette.
    And now she’d never see the images.
    Odalia pushed the memories from her mind. There was no sense dwelling on anything save this moment. She tilted her head to the side and listened as Jacques crossed the floor again, coming nearer. Something slapped against flesh. A crop? A crop could be both thuddy and stingy. She liked the variety.
    Jacques swung something in the air so hard it whistled.
    No.
    Not a crop.
    A flogger.
    Odalia smiled and reached above her head for the chains, gripping the cold links.
    Bring it on, bayou boy.
    The first thwack of the individual leather tails of the flogger hit her across the shoulder blades, knocking her forward onto the balls of her feet. She grunted, but it felt good. Jacques hit her in quick succession, the strikes ranging from her upper back down to her ribs. The thudding sensation was more like a massage than anything else. In fact, she could stand there for an hour or more taking this kind of attention. Each blow licked out soreness, relaxing and easing her muscles into a delicious state of warmth.
    The rhythm broke, and for a beat, everything was still.
    Odalia sucked in a breath, her stomach dropping, and braced herself a moment too late.
    The flogger whistled through the air and snapped her across the shoulder blades, stinging her flesh.
    “Ouch,” she yelped, dancing in place.
    Jacques chuckled and let the tails rain down on her back in gentle, light caresses.
    “Not funny,” she groused.
    Okay, it was, but she wasn’t about to give the man an excuse to laugh at her.
    “Keep your feet spread.” He swung the flogger and the leather strips curled around her outer thigh on the right, then the left.
    She complied with his wish, feeling a little more alert.
    “Good girl.”
    The flogger swung up between her legs, and she yelped, jumping in place. Not from pain, but surprise.
    “Keep those legs spread.” Jacques’ tone was more amused than upset, a contradiction to the quick, stinging slaps of the flogger he delivered to either thigh.
    “Okay, okay.” Again she widened her stance.
    The next kiss of leather smacked her upper back, fire erupting in its wake as he unleashed the not-so-nice side of the toy. She danced in place, hissing, but kept her feet spread. Up and down her body he went, varying the strength with which he laid into her until she was flinching at the gentle licks and giggling when he popped her ass hard enough to leave a mark.
    Endorphins flooded her system, creating a heady rush of