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to the world.
    This was making him insane, thinking of her.
    As he paced, the question of why, why, why circled around him like a chirping bird. Why had she left him?
    He had to stop thinking about her.
    Roman sank down into his overly stuffed brown leather recliner and flicked on the TV. Five minutes later he turned it off.
    Head back, he let himself remember.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
     
    “You’ve been a naughty girl,” he said sternly.
    Savannah, eyes bright, hair spilling in straight ribbons around her bare shoulders, shook her head. “No, I haven’t.”
    “Oh, but you have.”
    “What did I do?” She tossed her head, flicking her hair behind her shoulder, drawing attention to her bare breasts. Their tips were rosy in the fading sunlight seeping in through their wall of windows.
    It was dusk. She knelt naked on the floor of their loft. Her easel and his stacks of paperwork were put away. The white couch with its mint-green pillows was hidden under a dark-blue cloth. When they played, they set the stage and played hard.
    “You back-talked,” he said, raising a brow. She fluttered her lashes, teasing him. They were still early in the night’s play. Soon there would be no banter, no teasing, only raw power and sex.
    “You make me want you too much,” he said, voice rough. God, he loved her.
    “How much?” The teasing light was gone from her eyes and her chest was rising and falling, her nipples now hard. She shifted her weight and he knew she was getting wet.
    He caught her long hair in his hand, wrapping it through his fingers. He jerked her head back. She gasped, licking her lip as she looked up at him.
    “I would die for you,” he whispered. He kissed her. Her hands came up, cupped his neck, but he pushed them away and down. She did it again, slowly, deliberately.
    He stepped away, to their toy box.
    He was the Master, her Master, but he was under her spell. If she didn’t want to be restrained she would have kept her hands to herself after the first warning, but she wanted to be tied tonight and he pulled a few lengths of soft nylon rope from the box.
    His cock, already hard, swelled to bursting as he forced her to her feet. He bound her arms so they were folded behind her back, multiple loops of rope easing the pressure on her elbows and wrists.
    The position thrust her breasts forward. Roman took them in his hands, thumbs flicking the nipples. She spread her legs.
    “You’re mine,” he said, looking into her eyes.
    “Yes, Master.” She whispered the last word. They were still playing with it and it could be awkward, but on this night it felt right.
    He needed to have her, now.
    Roman savaged her lips with a rough kiss, pinching and tweaking her nipples with his fingers.
    He spun her around, braced a hand at her hip and bent her forward. She swayed, almost falling, but he slid his arm under her belly, holding her in place.
    With his free hand he positioned his cock, rubbing the tip through the wet crevasse of her sex. She was hot and slippery. She wanted him, wanted this, as much as he did.
    He’d never had the courage to indulge in these fantasies before he met Savannah. He had no secrets from her.
    He pressed the tip of his cock forward, slipping it into her. He pushed her upper body farther forward and slid his cock fully into her.
    He wanted to ask her if she was okay, if he was hurting her by holding her like this, but he didn’t want to break the mood. Instead he held still, though he desperately wanted to thrust. Savannah was patiently still beneath him. Her body’s weight lay trustingly on his arm, her head was bowed, hair sweeping nearly to the floor.
    Roman grinned, happy and in love.
    “I’m going to fuck you.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Beg.”
    “Fuck me, fuck me, please. I need to feel you in me, filling me.”
    She shifted her hips, squeezing him with her sex. Roman groaned in pleasure. He pulled his cock from her warm channel then thrust back in, sinking balls-deep into her.
    He fucked her,