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paddle, his favorite tool, and turned it over and over in his hand, warming the leather with his palm, but then he threw it all back in the bag and slammed the cabinet closed. God knows what Liv would think if he turned up with this stuff. Besides, improvising with whatever was at hand was Michael's favorite way to play. But the subs he'd met in the past had expected him to have some standard equipment and didn't seem interested in experimenting, which is why he didn't much care for the scene. He'd never trained his own sub, and the women he had met in specialist clubs were focused solely on finding a Dom who'd do the things they craved. They used him the same way he used them—to find the kind of acceptance and release they couldn't get anywhere else—and it had been many years since he'd cared enough to experiment with anyone. 
    No, he and Liv would discover together what worked for them, and he'd follow her lead for a while to see where her boundaries were before pushing her to try more. 
    Later, as he stood in the shower and let the water pound the back of his neck, Michael watched his cock grow hard just at the thought of her. The power she had over his body scared him. Always had. Wanting her so badly brought urges to the fore that he hadn't known he had. His fantasies back then had consisted of forcing her to her knees and making her beg to suck his cock, or watching her squirm against the ropes he wanted to tie her up with as he played with her body. And even worse than that, in his fantasies, Liv wanted him to do those things to her. The shy, God-fearing girl he'd fallen in love with just couldn't have the same fucked up urges as he did, could she? There was just no way Liv wanted the same animalistic sex he did.
    They made out less and less often when Michael had trouble separating his urges from his actions. Not that he'd ever gone any further than holding her wrists above her head and pinning her beneath him. Liv had fought against him, giggling loudly and screaming in mock protest, totally unaware that Michael's cock was painfully hard and threatening to bust out of his jeans as he imagined keeping her trapped beneath him while he tore the clothes from her pert little body and fucked her senseless.
    It confused and terrified him to know that he wanted to do such seemingly violent things to the tiny woman he would gladly die to protect. Michael didn't know what he was back then, and there was just no-one around to ask. He'd been one of the last of his friends and family to take advantage of the Internet for the endless source of information it was. By the time he'd spent months working his way through the sleazy stories and porn videos that seemed to talk about people like him, he felt even more like a perverted freak who had no business even putting his hands on someone as special as Olivia.  Years later, he came to understand who and what he was, thanks to a woman he’d met at the BDSM club it had taken him six months to get up the nerve to visit. But by that time, his relationship was history, and Liv had moved away from the city they shared.
    Now, she was back. And for some insane reason, she still seemed to want him. Michael didn't know whether to thank his lucky stars or curse fate for putting him in this position again. He dared not hope that she might still love him , but at least she didn't seem to hero worship him anymore. Part of the reason he'd never been able to show her what he needed was because he couldn't bear to lose the respect she had for him.
    He soaped up his hands, taking far longer than he needed to. Michael knew the minute he touched his body, there was only going to be one outcome. Wanking over the image of Liv, especially in that cheeky little tutu she'd had on last night, wasn't the problem. It was the feelings associated with the act that scared him. Michael had lost count of how many times he'd shouted out his love for her as he came all over his hand, the wall ... anything that