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research and consider the lifestyle.
    I had hedged. Outwardly at least. Inside, I was turned on every time I got near him.
     Just the idea of him ordering me into submission made me squirm.
    It had been a long six weeks holding out.
    Apparently the suspense was over. I swallowed the sorrow I felt that this would be
     the last time we would be together. I needed to cut it off anyway before we got too
     attached to each other. This would make my job easier. And so much harder…
    He stroked his hand down the back of my head and continued along my long curls. “Your
     hair is so soft.” He threaded his fingers into the locks and let my curls drift across
     his hand.
    Even that simple act was arousing. So gentle. Like I was cherished.
    Whatever I’d heard or read about BDSM, I hadn’t fully believed it would be this sweet.
    “Thank you, Meagan. I won’t let you down.”
    He wouldn’t have to. I would let myself down.
    His fingers stroked my arms until he reached for my hands. “Do you have any particular
     fears I should be aware of?”
    “Fears?”
    “Yeah. Darkness. Restraint. Pain? Maybe something from your childhood that scared
     you in some way?”
    I flinched. His question was too close for comfort. I had a pile of childhood issues,
     but none of them had anything to do with BDSM. “No.”
    “You sure?” He released one hand and lifted my chin with his fingers.
    I nodded.
    “Words, hon.”
    “I don’t have any fears.” I exhaled on that revelation.
    “Good. Climb onto the bed for me. Lie on your back.”
    I could do that much. Nerves gnawed at me, but if he took it slow, I could keep up.
    He stepped out of my line of sight and moved around the room. A zipper drew my attention,
     long and slow. A suitcase? Gym bag?
    And then he was back, setting several items on the bed out of my sight.
    Geez. He’d come to Atlanta awfully prepared. What if I hadn’t consented? Would he
     have found someone else?
    I winced and turned my face away from him. “Do we need all these lights?”
    “Address me only as Sir. And I’ll allow a certain level of conversation from you because
     this is your first time and I know you have questions. But normally, this wouldn’t
     be something I permit.”
    I pursed my lips.
    “I like the lights. I want to see your every expression so I can judge your state
     of mind. And I want to watch your body as you react to my touch.”
    I nodded subtly.
    “Safe word?”
    “Red.” I paused. “Sir.”
    He climbed onto the bed and kneeled at my side, making me shift my gaze to his cock.
     It was still fully erect. I wanted another taste. The scent of his skin against my
     nose had been heady.
    “I’ve never met a woman who so blatantly wanted to suck me.”
    I flushed, the heat rising across my chest and then my cheeks. I also jerked my gaze
     away.
    He leaned over me. “It’s sexy, hon. Don’t be embarrassed.”
    Like that was an option.
    “Lift your hands over your head.”
    I followed that demand, my breasts lifting higher, my nipples jumping to attention.
    “Good. Now plant your feet wide and let your legs fall open.”
    My heart rate increased as I lifted my knees and spread them apart.
    He climbed between my legs. “Look at me.”
    I met his gaze.
    “I’d like you to leave your hands there of your own accord. Fist the pillow or whatever
     you need to do to keep them there. If you move them, I’ll find a way to restrain them.”
    I swallowed.
    “The appropriate response is ‘yes, Sir.’”
    “Yes, Sir.” I grabbed onto the plump down pillow and held on.
    He smoothed his hands up my thighs and held them wider, his gaze lowering to my pussy.
     “We’ve only had rushed sex in tight dark places. You’re a truly beautiful woman, Meagan.
     Does it bother you for me to stare at your pussy?”
    “It bothers me more for you to talk about staring at my pussy…Sir.”
    He chuckled while his thumbs landed on both sides of my lower lips and pulled them
     open. And then his