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her back, hands were placed over hers, and she felt his lips move against her ear. “Do you?”
    “Yes, sir.” Poppy gulped. Oh, he was good. She needed that other knee tied soon, beforethey both went all weak and she oozed to the ground in a puddle.
    His hand circled her waist, splaying over her stomach. His pinky finger rested just over her belly button, and she had to resist the urge to suck her stomach in. Not because she was self-conscious, but because she was incredibly ticklish
there
.
    As suddenly as he wrapped himself around her, he uncoiled and left her clinging to the ladder. He returned a moment later, looping the rope around her waist and the wooden frame.
    “For support. Just in case,” he said in front of her. She caught the scent of mint and toothpaste on his breath.
    “What exactly do you have planned, sir?” she asked.
    “That’s for me to know—”
    “And me to find out. I get it.” If she hadn’t been wearing a blindfold, he would have seen her roll her eyes.
    “Something like that. Elbows against the ladder, Rapunzel.” He tapped her arm.
    Poppy adjusted her arms as he requested.
    “What brought you here?” He looped the rope back and forth, doing some sort of knotting or fastening from elbow to wrist; she couldn’t be sure without seeing him do it, but that is certainly what it felt like.
    The implication of just how immobile she was about to be was slightly intimidating. The most a play partner had ever done to restrain her was to use cuffs to bind her at her ankles and wrists. She couldn’t decide if she liked it or not.
    “I wanted to experience something different.” She’d read about decadent, kinky retreats, vacation spots and the like. When she’d found House Surrender her dreams seemed to have come true.
    And now they actually were.
    “What kind of
different
? We’re all a shade of different here.” He moved her other elbow into position and began the binding process all over again.
    “I don’t know. Just something new.” She’d wanted what the heroines in her books had, an adventure. Something exciting. And then she’d met this dom, and that fantasy seemed to be coming to life.
    “How long have you been in the lifestyle?” His questions were typical of people in the scene getting to know each other. That he was binding her to a ladder while she wore nothing but a thong and lingerie could also be considered normal in a BDSM environment, but it still had her blood simmering.
    “Publically, about three years.”
    “Before that?”
    “A few boyfriends tried some kinky stuff, but it was never what I wanted.” Discovering the kinky world and venturing into the club had opened her eyes. If her conservative mother could see her now, she’d pop a vessel.
    “Are you involved with anyone?”
    “Do you mean romantically or otherwise?” With the kinky types, a girl couldn’t get too specific. Open relationships, poly arrangements, and assorted couplings were commonplace.
    His weight pressed her against the ladder, squeezing her between the wooden rungs and his hot, hard body. She gasped in surprise and gripped the handholds even tighter.
    “In the traditional sense,” he said against her ear.
    Poppy’s traitorous body shivered. His sheer strength was impressive.
    “No. No one.” Her breath came out in little pants, from both the restriction on her rib cage and from the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
    “Good. I’m not fond of playing with someone else’s toys. Rapunzel, Rapunzel, what are we going to do with this hair?” He pushed her locks over her left shoulder and nuzzled the right side of her neck, scattering little kisses up her spine.
    Poppy bowed her head, resting her brow on a rung, and let herself feel. Her toes were a little cold, but the rest of her was warmed by his body. The rope had settled around her arms in a comfortable, though constricting manner. She could smell the scent of plastic, leather, oil, and him.
    “We’re going to have