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could surrender to the extent he demanded, but she definitely wanted this man to make love to her.
    “I’ll try," she moaned, turning to offer him her mouth.
    “Wrong answer.” Damon stepped away, leaving her achy, cold, and so alone. “If you forget the rules, I stop.”
    Oh, god, don’t stop.
    He grasped her shoulders, flipped her around, and fixed intense, steely blues on her. “You either comply or you don’t. Either you trust me or you do not. What is your answer?”
    Could she put herself in his hands? She stared deep into his eyes. There was something there. Buried. A reserve. A part of him he kept hidden. More, she sensed he needed, truly needed, not just wanted her to trust him. In that moment, he reminded her of the abused, neglected, and abandoned horses she took in, animals no one wanted or cared about. She recognized a wounded animal when she saw one. And that was all it took for her to draw in a deep breath and answer, “Yes, Sir. I trust you.”
    “Will you give me everything I ask or demand? All or nothing, little sub. You will surrender totally. Say it.”
    “God, yes. I surrender. Totally. Sir.” Caitlin tipped her head back, lips parted in silent plea. She struggled against the cuffs. “I want to touch you. Take off the cuffs.” She added a belated, Sir.”
    Damon lifted a brow. Caitlin intrigued and enchanted him, and he couldn’t say why. He appreciated her spirited nature and understood her need for control. She’d both surrendered and issued an order in the same breath. He hid his amusement. His sub didn’t understand what it meant to surrender, and by god, he would enjoy teaching her the meaning of submissive.
    The hard knot in his belly loosened, making him realize he’d been afraid she’d refuse him. Still holding her gaze, he noted how desire had changed her eyes from a bright honey brown to the shade of dark, aged whisky.
    He eased her top over her covered tit, exposing both breasts. Her sigh pleased him, as did her weight on his palms. She was deliciously heavy, and she more than filled his hands. He lowered his eyes to her full mounds topped with rosy nipples, each drawn tight as though brushed with an icy wind.
    Fuck . The jolt of pure lust almost had him falling to his knees. One pale breast mesmerized him. The pair sent a tidal wave of need crashing into his balls with enough force to have him gasping as though he’d just been kicked there. His breath caught in his throat, and his need for this woman nearly wiped out his control. He wanted nothing more than to pick her up like the beast he played and dump her onto the couch so he could suck and nibble until she writhed and begged beneath him. Then he’d fuck her until they were both well sated.
    It took effort to still his raging need. Each breath Caitlin drew in caused her chest to swell, and under his palms, her heart pounded. She leaned close, silently begging for more. Though he wanted her, sooner rather than later, his first duty was to her, not to easing his own aches. To remind himself of his promise to her, he rubbed his palms across the turgid tips, loving the way she shivered and bit her lower lip.
    “Please, Damon. Sir. I’m ready for you. I ache.”
    Her confession pleased him, as did the hunger in her expressive eyes. He’d seen defiance there when she entered their suite, laughter in the one photo of her on horseback, and a hint of uncertainty in her sexy, posed picture. Now he needed to see blind need. For him.
    “Ready for what, my sweet Belle?” He trapped her pouty tips between thumbs and forefingers then squeezed and pulled. Her surprised gasp became a throaty moan that prowled through him like a panther stalking through a jungle.
    She closed her eyes and leaned into him. “That. More. I like your hands on me.” She drew in a long, shuddering breath.
    “Eyes on me,” he commanded as he continued to play with her breasts. She shuddered when he applied gentle pressure to each rosy