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pressure she’d be under would depend entirely on how he secured her. There were attachments that could be extended for her heels. She had no idea how he intended to use the piece of furniture, but the numerous possibilities intrigued her as much as they made her anxious.
    He closed the door behind them.
    She knew the walls had been soundproofed. It could be disconcerting to others to overhear screaming, and when she was the one screaming, she liked having some privacy. Since the Den also served as a studio for exclusive video shoots, keeping down outside noise was important. Despite the extensive efforts, the walls still seemed to softly vibrate from Evan C’s band.
    David detached her leash. “Please kneel while I set up the room.” He pointed to a spot on the floor.
    The instruction at least was expected, something familiar in the oddness of sceneing with him.
    He stood still while she lowered herself in position.
    Maggie rarely played with the same man twice. There was something about the thrill of the unknown with a new Dom. The fact she knew David, but in a different context, enhanced her excitement and apprehension.
    Since he hadn’t instructed otherwise, she watched him hang the leash from a hook in the wall before placing his bag on the countertop. He unzipped it and pulled out several condoms—he hadn’t been joking when he’d said he wanted to fuck her.
    He laid out various sized cuffs, likely some for her wrists and others for her ankles. He pulled out a tawse, a paddle and three different floggers, each crafted from different coloured leather. The strands varied in thickness. Her mouth watered as she wondered which he’d select and if she’d ever get to try them all.
    She knew him to be organised, and he never went home for the evening without putting away each pen, pencil and piece of paper. He arranged every item on the counter, with nothing touching. She hoped that precision extended to the way he would deal with her.
    There were other items she couldn’t see without craning her neck, and that would be bad form.
    She did see him take out a bottle of water before he placed his bag on the floor and turned back to her.
    Those dratted nerves returned, double time.
    Without speaking, he picked up a chair and moved it close to where she knelt.
    After sitting, he finally shattered the quiet by telling her, “Please stand and remove all your clothes.” He offered his hand to help her up.
    His grip was strong, firm, reassuring. Their bodies were close, and the setting pulsed with intimacy.
    He released her, and she drew her shirt over her head.
    “Purple?” he asked. “Another surprise. I’m betting the panties match the bra.”
    “Why would you guess that, Mr Tomlinson?”
    “The bra isn’t as risqué as I expected. Therefore I figured you bought a matched set.”
    He was right.
    She dropped the shirt to the floor before unzipping the skirt and wriggling out of it. Maggie felt as if she were doing a striptease for him.
    “Very nice,” he said as he swept his gaze down her body, taking in her thong, stockings and garter belt.
    Now she was doubly glad she’d made the purchases.
    She stepped away from the skirt.
    “Do you dress this way at work?”
    “You’ll never know, Mr Tomlinson.”
    The air seemed to hum with a sudden electrical current, like she’d felt in lightning storms on high mountain peaks. She hadn’t meant it to sound like a challenge, but it had come out that way.
    “Please continue,” he said into the seething tension.
    The first few minutes with a new Dom always made her uneasy, until she slid into the place where nothing interfered with her thought process, where doubts buckled beneath the heartbeat of instinct.
    Aware of his scrutiny, she reached behind her and unhooked the bra clasp before drawing the straps down her arms. Still looking at him, she dropped the lacy lingerie and pulled her shoulders back.
    He tapped his forefingers together. “You have gorgeous