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I communicate if you won’t let me finish a sentence?” she said in almost a growl.
    “By answering my questions,” he said calmly. “How long have you wanted a Dominant in your life?”
    “This is negotiation?” She glared. “Do I get to ask questions?”
    “Answer the question, Nell,” he said in the hard tone that had worked on her before.
    “A long time,” she said and squirmed. “But my only experience with kink is when my second boyfriend spanked me during sex and I liked it.”
    “Why haven’t you sought more?” He’d spotted her like a wolf scented a deer. Everyone else bought into the armor. He saw something different.
    Her jaw flexed. She didn’t want to answer the question. He decided to push that one later. “All right. Let’s discuss some things you don’t like. What about pain?”
    Her nostrils flared, and something changed in her face. There was a longing there, a need, as if the top layer of her facade had peeled away. “I…like pain, but…” She frowned, her gaze focused on her clasped hands. “Look, this is embarrassing,” she said. “Maybe this isn’t for me.”
    He leaned forward and took her tense hands in his. “Let me start. I’ve been a Dominant all my life but only practiced the lifestyle part of it for the last five years. I love mind games, role-playing, giving pain, but only if it’s arousing to my partner. I play male and female partners, but I prefer a woman. I like sex. Every kind of sex.”
    She snorted, and he was pleased to see a slight lift of her lips. “You’re a man, so that’s no surprise.”
    He stroked her fingers. “I particularly like anal sex.” Her eyes widened, and she licked her lips. He was surprised that little Nell was aroused by his bald statement. Her pulse pounded, but her pupils dilated, and her skin was warm. So, anal sex frightened her and made her hot.
    “I’ve never done anal, so I can’t say whether I like it or not.” Her throat moved when she swallowed.
    “Have you thought about it?” He kept his touch light and comforting.
    “It’s…not off the table.” She tipped her chin and raised one eyebrow.
    He had to press his lips together to hide his smile. “I’ve been a senior officer at ConFed almost since the company began. We placed that particular employee stipulation into the employee agreement over a year ago.” He wasn’t going to reveal that she was the reason it had been considered. After a lengthy and heated discussion, it had been Atticus who had suggested adding the clause for the upper management. “And no, it wasn’t my idea, though I have to say I like it.”
    Another ghost of a smile flickered across her lips. “I like pain, but only after an orgasm.” Her face flooded with color. Mark had to focus to keep calm. Something about her innocence reached out and made his heart clench. “I’ve had five lovers, and the sex was always pretty good.” She shrugged, clearly uncomfortable. “At least, they never complained that I know of.”
    “But you’ve wondered. You wanted more. They sensed it, right?” He guessed she’d been looking for the one who would let her completely submit.
    “They may have,” she said. “I don’t know.”
    “You say that as if you wished they had.”
    Her fingers fluttered beneath his. “It might have indicated some passion, don’t you think?”
    Now that was interesting. “What are some things that are definitely off limits?”
    “No blindfolds.” The quickness with which she responded told him this was a hard limit.
    He waited, hoping she would explain, but she didn’t. Finally, he said, “Anything else?”
    Her breath hit his hands when she let it out. She must have been holding it, afraid he’d ask her why she didn’t want to be blindfolded. Her voice was strained. “I’ve tried nipple clamps in private, and they didn’t work for me.”
    That was a softer limit. Mark studied Nell’s pale face. “You know Atticus was attracted to you. Would you rather he