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answers my question.”
    “Good. You’ve followed my directions beautifully so far this evening and later, you will be rewarded and rewarded well. I’ll make you beg for my cock and just when you think you can’t take anymore, I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it to you hard and deep. Does that sound good?”
    Elena tried to get control of the impulse to stroke her clit or to demand that Charles fuck her now, hell, even lick her or touch her, anything to make her come. But she knew that would displease him and even though her natural impulse was to demand, to insist, to try to gain back the control that was slipping further from her reach, she suppressed the urge and took a deep, calming breath. She could do this, she wanted to do this and she couldn’t fight the feeling that it would be so incredibly worth it in the end.
    “It sounds perfect.”
    Charles smiled appreciatively. “Pierre,” he called after a moment. “We’re ready for you.”
    The maître d’ arrived almost instantly and Charles ordered for them both. Elena wasn’t surprised when he chose the vintage Dom Perignon, the most expensive champagne on the menu. And he spared no expense on the dinner either. The Lobster Thermidor was cooked to perfection.
    “Isn’t this usually only eaten on special occasions?” Elena asked after taking a bite of the delicious Gruyère crust.
    Charles nodded. “Yes. But this is a special occasion. It’s our first date. The first of many. I dare you to find anything more special than that.”
    Elena chuckled and shook her head incredulously. “You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
    “On the contrary,” Charles said after taking a sip of his champagne. “I’m very sure of you.”
    Much to her relief, Charles didn’t tease Elena any more while they ate their dinner. She was too tightly strung and she feared if Charles persisted, she’d have to take matters into her own hands, as it were, and that would be counterproductive. Elena wanted to get off, but she wanted to please Charles more. It was a burning desire that she had no control over and for someone who liked to be in control that was a frightening position to be in.
    After Charles had taken care of the bill and they’d walked out into the balmy evening air, Charles took hold of Elena’s hand and led her down the street.
    “Aren’t we being picked up?”
    “We’re not going back to the villa. We’re going to my apartment here in town.”
    “Oh.” Elena stilled. She felt safe at Henry’s villa. It was a home away from home and she was comfortable there, but Charles’ apartment? That would be different. What if he had it set up like a dungeon? What did he want to do to her there? And what if she didn’t like it? Her breathing sped up and her heart started to race thunderously in her chest. Suddenly being with Charles, this relationship didn’t feel like the best idea anymore. She didn’t know if she could go through with it after all.
    Charles stood silently in front of Elena as though he were waiting for her to meet his gaze. “What is it?”
    “I don’t—that is, why do we have to go there?”
    Charles shrugged. “It’s closer and I have everything we’ll need there.”
    Oh God . Elena could hardly breathe as she thought about the implications of that statement. Vivid images of restraints and whips and masks entered her mind, and fear and excitement warred for dominance.
    “Need,” she squeaked. “What do you mean? What do we need?”
    Charles pursed his lips, his eyebrows drawn together in a frown. “Tell me what’s worrying you, Elena. Talk to me.”
    “I don’t know if I can do this,” she blurted. “I don’t know if it’s really me.”
    “Are you sure about that?”
    Elena searched Charles’ eyes as though the answer to the question would be hidden somewhere in their depths. Was she sure? She didn’t know anything anymore. Everything was moving at such a fast pace and she was struggling to keep up. It felt