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objected too much to the taste of its flapper on her nipples. But when he’d flicked the leather across her swollen pussy, she’d screamed, then exhaled in a shuddering orgasm. The memory drained the blood from his brain.
    It was insanity to stay in the room with her. He could return to the main party area and enjoy a lap dance from one of the ‘guests’ Julien had invited for entertainment purposes.
    “You’re wondering what’s in the bag,” Sarah said.
    Now I am.
    He looked down at her. She had to be uncomfortable by now, but she hadn’t fidgeted or complained. Another new thing. “Fetch it.”
    With a grace that had escaped her years ago, she rose and crossed to the corner.
    She picked up the canvas bag and carried it to him. She stopped inches from him, close enough that he was undone by her presence. He’d been unaware of the hint of vanilla that mingled with her womanly aroma. Now it consumed him. “Tell me what’s in there,” he said, surprised that his tongue still worked and that he could form words.
    “A small whip.”
    He knew from the shape of the bag that there were a few other items. “And?” he prompted. The longer he stood in front of her, the more the conversation wound him in, the more he knew he was helpless to resist her.
    “And two of your fifty-strand floggers.”
    “Which two?”
    With a boldness he’d never seen in her, she looked up at him.
    “I asked Julien to pick the red one. In the past you told me how much you liked the way the strands matched the marks you left on my back.”
    He suddenly felt like a fish. Not just because his mouth was open, but because he knew how close he was to going for the bait she was sexily dangling in front of him.
    “I also suggested he add the looped one you’d planned to use in public with me.”
    “The same night nerves overcame you and you needed to stay home?”
    “I’m much braver now,” she said.
    “Are you?” Too bad they wouldn’t have the opportunity to test her promise.
    “There are also assorted paddles, several pairs of clamps, lube, a vibrator…” She faltered before continuing, “Ah, a hood.”
    “Which you refused to wear in the past.”
    “I told you I’m braver now.” She continued to meet his gaze. “I also included bondage tape.”
    “Quite thorough.” And designed to pique his interest. “I imagine Julien enjoyed his forage through my private things.”
    “He said he did, Sir.” She grinned. “He thoughtfully included an entire box of condoms. Assorted colors and flavors. Ribbed and smooth. I told him that was fine, as long as he bought you the giant-sized ones.”
    Suddenly he wondered at the conversations the two had shared.
    “I assured him I would take all the blame.”
    “I’m happy to give it all to you.”
    Goosebumps chased up her bare arms.
    “Fear?” he asked.
    “A little,” she confessed.
    “Good.”
    “I won’t change my mind. I’m nervous, not scared. There’s a difference.”
    “Put down the bag.”
    She set it at his feet.
    He noticed her hesitation then. He helped her out. “Kneel.” When she did, he added, “Choose three items from it.”
    Time and silence merged and dragged until the sound of her shuddered sigh broke the quiet.
    “You can leave any time,” he said, needing to say something that reminded them both that he was in charge.
    In answer, she unzipped the bag. The first thing she selected was a pair of soft handcuffs.
    He accepted them, telling himself that he didn’t notice the gentle drag of her nails on his palm and that nerve endings hadn’t sparked in response.
    She then selected the red flogger.
    He accepted it, as well. “And finally?”
    She rooted through the contents and pulled out a silk scarf.
    “Excellent choices.”
    “Thank you, Sir,” she said, smiling up at him.
    “Now put them back.”
    Her smile faded. “Sir?”
    “You’ve got one more chance.”
    She shuddered.
    “All this is your choice,” he reminded her. “From the elaborate