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their bind just thirty-six hours ago in New York. As they’d trekked back from Grand Central, he had had thoughts of tying her up, but the revelation of her hold-ups and the beautiful way their shade of pale beige had contrasted with the milky landscape of her upper thighs even after he had unveiled her bottomless state, with both appreciation and a mild element of surprise.
    He tried to recall the way she sometimes held her breath when he fucked her, as if trying to conjugate the rhythm of his thrusts with the rise of her desire. He had noticed it before, those first times in London, but now realised it was an integral part of her sexual make-up, an unconscious inner mechanism to assist her in settling on the same wavelength as her partner. No doubt she did so with other men, had done many times.
    He looked down at his body under the flow of the warm water from the showerhead. His cock was at half mast, in homage to Summer and the sweet memories she evoked. The circular ridge beneath his glans was redder than usual, a witness to the frenzy of their recent dalliance.
    He had been telling the truth when he said she made him want to do things to her. Things bad and sweet, things daring and dirty, revealing and tender, things that many women would resist. But Summer was not many women. His cock hardened, breaking the flow of the shower’s cascade.
    The day before yesterday, as they walked arm in arm along 42nd Street, they had passed a sex shop on Broadway going south, one of the few left in the city since the recent clean-up. Summer hadn’t noticed, but Dominik had for a brief moment experienced the urge to walk in and buy something he could use on her – handcuffs, some form of restraints. It was just an impulse, but there was something seedy about the shop’s unwashed window and its dubious contents , and something proletarian about using handcuffs on a woman. He had resisted the impulse and refrained from taking a detour into the shop, but the idea of tying her up had taken seed in his mind, and the revelation of her hold-up stockings later had been all too perfect, as if she’d read his mind and presented herself to him in full readiness for whatever the darkness of his imagination demanded.
    It had been the same with Kathryn, the young married woman so many years ago now, who during their brief affair had helped Dominik realise his attraction to dominance.
    Like Kathryn, Summer had this power to evoke his secret ghosts, draw them out, whisper disgraceful things to him and assure him she wouldn’t mind, would not be shocked or disgusted. She awoke the dominant side of his personality, invited the worst of Dominik in the secure knowledge she could handle it. To the point of making him wonder who was actually in charge.
    His mind rushed forward and a mass of thoughts raced to the surface.
    He certainly wanted more than just dating – that curious euphemism – or fucking Summer. He wanted her fully, her body and her mind, but not in a possessive manner, this despite those surprising pangs of sexual jealousy he had experienced when seeing her with Jasper or imagining her with others. It was not a question of ownership. Something powerful inside him just wished to see how far he could take her, take himself, whatever the pain and mixed emotions it would unearth. She craved his domination; that much was obvious.
    So that was the way he should continue to act with her. He would be someone who could control her, lead her on that journey. And why should feelings be excluded in the process?
    Yes, in his way he already knew he loved her, but it was an all-encompassing love, a terrible love. It said to him that one day he might wish to see her with another man again, but this time specifically instructed by him, not just a whim or an accident.
    The thought made him uncomfortable.
    All of a sudden, he had an urge to jump out of the shower and make a beeline for the nearest phone and call her. He wanted