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indulging her curiosity.
    He’d stirred her into responding to him from the moment he picked her up. She wanted him to touch her. She’d said no sex, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy themselves in other ways. If he wanted to.
    Daniel reached into the bag, rummaging around.
    “You don’t have to avert your eyes.” He sounded amused, the hard, clipped edge gone. “We are supposed to be enjoying one another.”
    She smiled. “Yes Sir.”
    “Should I know about any other limits you have?” He plucked out two smaller pouches, tossed them on the cushions next to him and tied up the bag.
    “No Sir.” If she didn’t have the gut reaction to him she did, Christine would be tempted to rethink what she would allow him to do. But she had a sure feeling about him.
    “Good.”
    He tossed the bag farther down the chaise. She dared to lay her empty hands flat against his chest, feeling the muscles veiled by his shirt.
    The side of his mouth hitched up. “We’ll use yellow and red for safety. What does yellow mean?”
    “Slow down, I’m uncomfortable or something hurts in a bad way, Sir.”
    He nodded. “And red?”
    “Stop, Sir.”
    “Very good.”
    He pushed her hair over her shoulders and the cool air kissed her skin. She fought the knee-jerk reaction to cover herself. He placed his hands over hers and flattened them to his pectorals.
    While she was relishing the firm feel of his hands and the unspoken permission to touch, he swooped down and latched on to her breast, flicking his tongue over the tight peak before switching to the other.
    The sensation of his mouth on her nipples shot heady desire through her body. She tossed her head back and thrust her breasts forward.
    “Perfect,” he growled.
    She was barely paying attention to what he was doing because touching him was a heady experience. His chest was hard, the muscles well defined without an inch of flab on him.
    “Deep breath.”
    She inhaled and looked down. He eased a clamp onto the tight furl of her nipple, his gaze focused on her face as the clamp pinched the bundle of nerves. It hurt. Damn, it hurt, the initial pain settling into something else that wasn’t quite pleasure but made her squirm.
    “Beautiful,” he muttered.
    While she concentrated on breathing, he repeated the process to her other breast.
    “Look at your tits.”
    Her breasts were swollen, the nipples clasped with odd-looking clamps. Two strings of beads connected each peak. The beads swayed as she breathed and created more sensation.
    “How do you like that, hm?”
    “I-I do, Sir.” Her breath came in pants, jostling the beads.
    “But how much?” His gaze swept from her face down, farther down to the apex of her thighs. “Lean back, hands on my knees. I won’t let you fall.” He put an arm around her waist while she obeyed.
    She did as he asked, forcing her body to bow toward him.
    “I see you’ve enjoyed our time together.” His fingers caressed her folds. She was so wet she practically dripped. It was almost embarrassing.
    “Can you hold yourself for a moment? Are you going to fall?”
    “No Sir. I’m fine.”
    He feathered touches over her clit and parted her. Two thick fingers dipped between her lower lips. His skin was rough. The muscles in her stomach fluttered as he worked his digits in and out until her eyes rolled back.
    “Sit up.”
    His arm was there, circling her waist and helping her. One side of his mouth hitched up and the gleam in his eye made him appear boyish but no less commanding.
    “You’re very responsive. And modest. If we hadn’t had our little talk earlier, I would wonder if you were giving me an act. It makes me hard. I have a matching clit ring. I’m going to put that on you.”
    “But I’m not pierced,” she blurted out. The idea of playing with needles made her stomach clench.
    He quirked a brow. “I know. For tonight I’m your Master, and you trust me to know your limits.”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Good.” His gaze flicked