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tonight.”
    When the skirt skid to the floor and he saw that he’d got his wish, he nearly swallowed his tongue. Nicely rounded hips flared and tapered down to solid thighs. But it was the carefully waxed mound, with its two narrow strips of pubic hair pointing like arrows to the opening of her pussy, that made him want to lay her out and fuck her until neither of them could breathe. How out of control would he be when they’d played their games to raise the level of both pleasure and anticipation?
    Some might think her body less than perfect but for Slade—now, as it had been four years ago—it was exactly what he wanted…full and soft and way too tempting. He restrained himself from unzipping his fly and reaching in to grab his shaft.
    Control, control, control.
    “Now the shoes,” he told her.
    She stepped out of them and kicked them away then stood there waiting for his next instruction.
    He indicated the spotlight shining at a point on one wall.
    “Go over there and stand directly under it, facing the wall. And do not speak again unless I tell you to. Nod your head if you understand.”
    She dipped her head once. It excited him to see her bit by bit assume the posture of a submissive, proud but needing to do his bidding—to allow him to do whatever he wished, knowing that she was giving pleasure in return. He’d had a feeling, that one time they’d been together, that this would be the case. He hardly dared think how perfectly matched they might be. Tonight would give him some indication. Then he’d have to decide if he wanted to get to know more about her and tell her about himself.
    She stood obediently waiting for him, the spotlight shining down on her. He pressed a button on the wall and a bar descended from the ceiling with manacles at each end. One at a time, he lifted her arms and fastened the fleece-lined steel around each wrist. When he was finished, he knelt behind her, nudged her legs wide apart, took a spreader bar from the table and locked her ankles into place at either end. Then he stood back to look at her.
    She was gorgeous spread out like that, her well-rounded ass curving out from her spine, the muscles in her arms and legs defined with the tension in them. His eyes dropped to the crevice between the globes of her buttocks and he itched to run his fingers through the hot crease. Soon enough. That and more.
    He picked up a flogger from the table, one with soft suede strips attached to the handle. “The night we were together I introduced you to the pleasure you could derive from the right amount of pain. I wonder what level it takes now to make you wet.”
    He trailed the flogger lightly across her ass, back and forth, back and forth, several times. He watched her tense slightly, expectantly, waiting for the sharp kiss of the leather on her skin. He knew the waiting was as stimulating as the pain itself. When he raised his arm and laid the flogger sharply against her with a smart snap of his wrist, she jerked slightly. The manacles only allowed her so much movement, anyway. He struck her sharply again and again, watching with pleasure as her skin turned a mouth-watering pink and the heat spread from her ass to the inside of her thighs.
    He stopped at ten, took a step forward and ran his hand over the reddened skin, feeling the heat rising from it. A tiny moan burst from her lips as he slid his hand between her legs, his fingers probing her cunt. He smiled to himself when her liquid soaked his skin. Oh, yes, his sweet girl had really learned to enjoy the enhancement of pain.
    Let’s see just how far we can take you.
    Replacing the flogger on the table, he carefully looked over the other implements before choosing the short crop. It had the same effect as a whip but left slightly wider stripes and often raised the level of pain more, intensifying the pleasure.
    Slade took a moment again to drink in the sight of the woman displayed for his pleasure. Her body quivered slightly, a sign of her