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decision. For now, we’ll say the use of gentle bondage is acceptable—cuffs or a silk scarf—and we’ll give light spanking a try.”
    Her jaw dropped. “Spanking?” She whipped her head to the side to glare at him.
    “Face forward.” He waited until she complied. “We’ll stick with the flat of the hand. Or a paddle.”
    Caitie’s breath caught in her throat. “I—”
    “Why are you participating in this event?” He stroked his hands across her shoulders and down her arms.
    She struggled to get her mind around the possibility of being spanked. She licked her lips. “My friend Maize said the sex is great and orgasms are handed out like candy at Halloween.” She moaned when his palms slid over her wrists. His fingers trailed across the center of her palms, making her shiver. Her fingers curled over his. Then he cupped her ass with his warm hands. “I—um—love sweets.” Her voice slithered into a moan, and she wiggled her hips, seeking more, wanting more.
    He chuckled. “As do I. We’ll just pretend that tonight is Halloween. I’ve got a lot of fun activities planned for our party.” His breath swirled in her ear. “You’ve agreed to take part in what we call a Total Power Exchange. Tell me what that means?” The tip of his tongue traced a vein in her neck, and he shifted even closer, his hard thighs pressing against her buttocks, his hands sliding around to grip her hips.
    The tips of her fingers brushed against his bare abdomen. She felt the tickle of his pubic hair and sucked in a breath. Did he want her as much as she wanted him? The insides of her thighs grew uncomfortably damp as her body hummed with need. She ached deep in her center and, between her legs, her clit throbbed. Damn, she longed for him to bend her over and slide his cock into her pussy. Forget warm ups and foreplay. She’d take it hard and fast.
    A squeeze of his hands reminded her she hadn’t answered his question. “It means you’re in charge, and I have to do whatever you say.” God, the thought of obeying this man turned her on.
    “You’re partially correct,” he said, his voice a low rumble in her ear. “Think of domination in a relationship as perceived control. The trust bond between Doms and subs requires submission from both parties to be truly mutual and balanced.
    “I, as a Dom, gain power from a sub’s submissiveness. You, as a submissive, gain power by giving up all your worry, all your cares and fears. You are handing me total control over you, and when I accept, I am wholly responsible for you.” Damon licked and nibbled his way along her collarbone.
    Caitie tipped her head to one side. His hands wrapped around her waist and rested low on her belly. The heat of his body made thinking difficult. If only he’d trail those fingers lower and touch her where she throbbed and pulsed. “Um, how does that make you submissive?”
    “Not submissive. Submission, as I will put aside all my wants and needs for you. For the next three days, you’ll be my total focus. That means I’ll take charge of each of our play sessions. It is now my duty and responsibility to pleasure you and meet all your needs. All I require of you is to let go of all inhibitions and enjoy each new experience.”
    His warm and spicy scent wrapped around her like cotton protecting a fragile object while his voice, low and compelling, lured her into relaxing against him.
    “Will you trust me, Belle, give up all your worries, and hand over any shame or preconceived ideas and beliefs? Will you give yourself permission to experience and feel and believe that I know what your body wants and needs?” His hands stroked up and, once again, closed over her breasts, one bare, the other covered.
    Caitie sucked in her breath. Could she give a perfect stranger total control? Pure lust ran like liquid gold through her, and when he tweaked each nipple, then rolled the sensitive bud between his fingers, her knees nearly buckled. She wasn’t sure she