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hard from the moment he’d put his hands on her shoulders in the living room. In all the years he’d been involved in the BDSM community, he’d never been with a novice. And the rush was heady. Seeing her trepidation yield to curiosity made him want to push further. He wanted to send her home tonight with a taste of what her friend experienced. Julia had been so uptight during the ceremony that he felt it was his obligation to help soften her up a bit. And what better way than through an orgasm?
    He brought her against his body, her soft curves against his hardened planes. He owned a construction company, most often negotiating deals and working on the computer, but he often picked up a hammer or lent his muscle to a job, working alongside his men. He preferred the outdoors to being inside a gym, and he chose physical labour over a set of weights.
    He grabbed her ass with his free hand and dug his fingers into her flesh.
    No man behaved like this the first time he met a woman. That thought made him glad this wasn’t a date. The openness he found in BDSM relationships was the first thing that had attracted him to the lifestyle. Even though there were rules and protocol, there was more honesty than he’d experienced in half a dozen years of dating.
    But it still had all the hazards of a vanilla relationship. He’d learnt the hard way, with the one woman he’d collared—Katarina.
    He’d loved her. But somewhere in the gulf of years, she’d given up who she was. She’d relied on him for all her emotional needs. As he’d been building his business, he’d been less and less available, and that had led to a corresponding increase in her meltdowns, constant telephone calls, even showing up at job sites dressed inappropriately. His rules had been meant for flaunting.
    She’d interrupted a meeting with potential investors. As he’d punished her that night, he’d realised what was happening. She’d shown up precisely to get his attention and goad him into a reaction. It had become an unbalanced, untenable situation that had exhausted them both.
    The love he’d had for her drove him to support her financially for three years while she tried to establish her life, but the last he’d heard she was involved with an abusive Dom.
    Determinedly shoving aside the memories, he deepened the kiss he was giving Julia, fucking her mouth, giving her a taste of what she was in for if she continued down this path.
    Eventually he pulled back slightly. He bit her bottom lip then soothed the hurt with his tongue. She hadn’t been kissed like that in the vanilla world, he was willing to bet on it.
    “Scared?” he asked.
    “No,” she said, unlinking her arms. “Not of you. Or your caveman demonstration. I just don’t like domineering men.” She blinked at him, as if coming to her senses.
    Brave little fool. “Or maybe you’re scared of your inner sub.”
    She scoffed. “Bring it on, Sir.”
    He fisted her hair and pulled her head back, keeping her imprisoned and exposing the vulnerable column of her throat. He moved his hand from her butt and touched his fingers against her frantically beating pulse. Then he leaned in and gently bit her collarbone. “If I were giving you a caveman demonstration, I’d begin by stripping you.” He unfastened her top button.
    He watched the battle that raged on her face. Wordlessly, she reached for him, gripping his wrists tight. Rather than stopping him, she hung on, as if seeking reassurance. He sucked one of her earlobes into his mouth then bit the tender flesh.
    She moaned a little and didn’t try to pull away. The reaction pleased him immensely. That she’d responded in such a way to that pain made him wonder if it might be possible to eventually send her into subspace. For him as a Dom there was no more heady experience than giving a sub such pleasure that she lost herself in the experience.
    He loosened his grip on her head, but he didn’t let her go completely. Truth was, he liked