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My breath caught. “Fear.”
    The crop swished through the air and landed sharply on my breast. I gasped at the sensation. It hurt briefly, but not too bad.
    “See?” he asked. “Nothing to fear. I won’t cause you harm.” The crop hit my knees. “Spread your legs.”
    I felt even more exposed now. My heart doubled its tempo, but something inside me was lit with excitement.
    He trailed the crop from my knees to the apex between my legs. Right where I was most needy. “I could whip you here,” he said. “What do you think about that?”
    “I…I don’t know,” I confessed.
    The crop smacked three times in quick succession right near my clit. It stung, but the sting was replaced almost immediately by the need for more.
    “And now?” he asked, the crop swishing gentle as a butterfly between my legs.
    “More,” I begged. “I need more.”
    The crop circled gently a few times before he snapped it against my aching center. Again and again it struck, each time bringing a pain laced with sweet pleasure. I cried out as it hit again.
    “You look so good chained before me, pulling against my restraints, in my house, crying for my whip.” The crop tickled my breast once more. “Your body is begging for release, isn’t it?”
    “Yes,” I admitted, surprised at how much I needed release. I pulled against the chains, wanting to touch myself, to bring myself pleasure if he wouldn’t.
    “And you’ll have it.” The crop smacked against my core once more. “But not tonight.”
    I whimpered as I heard him walk away. Somewhere in the room, a drawer opened. I pulled on the chains again. What did he mean, not tonight?
    “I’m going to unchain you now,” he said. “You will go straight to bed. You will sleep naked and you will not touch yourself at all. There will be severe consequences if you disobey.”
    He undid the chains one at a time, gently rubbing a sweet-smelling lotion on each wrist. Then he removed the blindfold. “Do you understand?”
    I looked in his deep, green eyes and knew he meant what he said. “Yes, sir.”
    It would be a long night.

CHAPTER
FIVE

    The smell of bacon woke me the next morning.
    I jumped out of bed and ran to my watch. Six-thirty. Why was Nathaniel cooking? He hadn’t said anything about what time to meet him for breakfast. Surely I couldn’t be in trouble for not knowing he wanted breakfast earlier, right?
    I rushed through another morning ritual of bed making, brushing my teeth, and dressing. I wasn’t sure what time I’d be headed home. Maybe I’d have time later for a shower.
    I made it downstairs right at seven. Nathaniel sat at the kitchen table and two places were out.
    “Good morning, Abigail,” he said. There was an excitement in his voice and eyes that hadn’t been there before. “Did you sleep well?”
    I’d slept horribly. It was bad enough I’d gone to bed all hot and needy, but sleeping naked had done nothing to help. Memories of what he’d done to me the previous night flooded my mind.
    “No.” I sat down. “Not really.”

    “Go ahead and eat.”
    He’d cooked for an army: bacon, eggs, and fresh blueberry muffins. I raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled.
    “Do you sleep?” I asked.
    “On occasion.”
    I nodded as if that made perfect sense and dove into my food. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. I’d finished three slices of bacon and half my eggs before he spoke again.
    “I’ve had a nice weekend, Abigail.”
    I tried to wrap my head around his calling the last two days a nice weekend. Must be some sort of crazy dom humor.
    “I’d like to proceed with our relationship,” he said.
    I choked on a bite of muffin. “You would?”
    “I’m very pleased with you. You have an interesting demeanor and a willingness to learn.”
    I was surprised he could tell anything from the little time we’d spent together, but answered, “Thank you, sir.”
    “You have an important decision to make today. We can discuss the details after breakfast