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bed. For a long moment, Chris watches me. "If
you want me, you know where to find me," he says finally.
    An hour later, I'm
tossing and turning in bed, haunted by what Chris told me. Do I
really want him to fuck me? Dominate me, tie me up? The images that
run through my head are disturbing, but at the same time so hot that
I can't sleep. Sometimes, with other men, I've felt like I was
missing something. Could that be it? Do I need to submit to someone?
My balls are drawn up tight against my body, and my dick…when
the hell was the last time I got this hard? Have I ever?
    I try stroking
myself, but it's a half-hearted effort that only makes the ache
worse. I need Chris and right now I don't care how intense he is or
whether I'm in over my head or not. I just want him.
    It seems like I'm
standing at his door with my hand raised before I can figure out how
I got out of bed, but there I am. For a long moment I stand there,
debating the wisdom of what I'm about to do, but then I remember that
I'm only here for a few days. If I never see him again, then it won't
matter if I look like an idiot.
    I knock, but the
door opens before I finish and Chris is there in front of me, naked,
waiting. Oh God, but he's beautiful. He licks his lips and gives me
the once-over while he smiles this really slow, sexy smiles that goes
right through me. It's like he's fucking me with his eyes. I'm not
wearing anything, so it seems ridiculous to say that his expression
makes me feel naked but I feel more exposed than I've ever been in my
life.
    "You said to
come in if I wanted you." It takes forever to say the words,
like I have to force them out of a throat that just doesn't want to
work.
    "So I did,"
he says. I love the way he owns his nakedness like it doesn't even
matter and shit, maybe to him it doesn't. "You remember what
else I said?" He's hard, too, and getting more turned on by the
second. I can't help staring, even as I think about everything he
said to me.
    It's the 'what else'
that has me here right now, so I force myself to speak up. "Something
about--being dominated. Tied up?" I swallow, hard. "I don't
have a clue about any of that, really. I just know that I want you to
fuck me any way you want."
    "Let me
enlighten you, then. If you come in, I'll own you for the rest of the
night. Clear?"
    "Crystal."
I run a hand through my hair, waiting. I've made my decision, but
that doesn't mean I'm calm about it. That doesn't change when I
follow Chris into the dimly-lit bedroom, especially when I notice
that half of the room--which is huge, by the way--is filled with
stuff that looks like it belongs in a dungeon somewhere. Hell, his
four-poster bed has rings on it that look like they're meant for
restraining someone. I clear my throat. "So you weren't kidding
about the bondage stuff?"
    "No." He
turns and looks back at me with this feral, calculating look, his
eyes practically glowing with lust. "Regrets?"
    "No, I
just--I've never done this so I don't know what to expect." I
rub my arms and try to focus only on the man in front of me.
    "Hey."
Unexpectedly, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close.
"You're thinking too much," he breathes, just before he
lowers his mouth to mine. I'm expecting a fierce, savage kiss, but
instead it's slow, gentle, over far too quickly. "Do you trust
me?" I look up at him and consider the question.
    "Sort of,"
I reply. "I don't think you'll hurt me, but--"
    He cuts me off. "You
need to trust me completely," he says. "None of this works
without your trust." For a moment he's quiet, as if thinking.
"Here. If we go too far, too fast, just say 'red.' Easy to
remember, right?" He says this with the same intensity with
which he does everything else and I can't help but believe him.
There's something else in his favor, too. My wolf seems happy with
this arrangement, for some reason. I can't pretend to understand it,
so I just give in.
    "Red," I
murmur. "Got it." I'll remember, but I don't plan on using
it. I sit on