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any situation without first ensuring that she’d have the upper hand—especially sex. She definitely wasn’t going to start now, no matter how much she wanted him. “Three.”
    “Three?”
    “You get me three times. Then it ends.”
    Z made that growling sound again. “Fine.” He lifted his head and met her eyes. “Pick a safe word, Sara.”
    Holy shit. She’d wondered if the spanking thing was an indication of darker desires. Apparently the answer was a resounding yes . She searched for a safe word. Normally, the few times she played, she stuck with the generic “red.” It didn’t feel right this time, for reasons she refused to examine too closely. Instead, she responded to the borderline feral look in his pale green eyes. “Wolfman.” His slow grin did nothing but reinforce the similarities.
    “We’ll talk hard limits later.”
    Her head practically spun at how fast this had gone from zero to completely out of control. What was she thinking? She was going to be spending nearly every waking hour with this man for God knew how long. Sleeping with him— submitting to him—was the worst idea in a history of some truly terrible ideas.
    But she couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to. “Okay.”
    “Put your hands against the glass.” He skirted his now free hand up the inside of her thigh as she obeyed, and slipped a finger beneath her panties. “You’re wet, sweetheart. Warm and wet and welcoming.” He pushed into her, seeming to test her, and she nearly bit through her lip at the feeling of his thick finger inside her. Z let go of her hair and pushed her dress to the side, baring first one breast and then the other. “I like you in pearls.”
    “Make me come, and next time the only thing I’ll wear is pearls.”
    He stopped the delicious stroking of his finger and glared. “Did I give you permission to speak?” When she opened her mouth, he cut her off before she got an answer out. “The only words I want to hear are ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir.’”
    It was an effort to swallow. “Yes, Sir.”
    “You will not speak unless spoken to.” He pinched her nipple hard enough to make her cry out. “Understand?”
    The backseat seemed to have jumped ten degrees hotter. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Please me, and I’ll fuck you tonight until you lose track of how many times you come.”
    Big words, but she had the slightly horrified thought that he could actually follow through on his threat. It was becoming more and more apparent that she’d bit off more than she could chew with this man.
    He pulled her panties to the side, and frowned. Before she could ask what the problem was—which would be a problem in and of itself since she wasn’t supposed to speak—he shoved her dress up her body and over her head to wrap around her forearms. One good rip and her panties were gone, leaving her in only the pearls. Z’s eyes slid half shut as he palmed her breasts. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart. But you already knew that.”
    His hands slid down her sides, his thumbs playing over each rib, to her hips. “You crave the harsh hand of control, don’t you?” He glanced up, killing her protest before it reached her lips. “I have rules.”
    More talking? For a man of few words, he sure had a lot to say once he got going. Even worse, each harsh word stoked her desire higher. She closed her eyes, but they flew open when he pinched her thigh. Z glared. “Pay attention. You will not speak unless I give permission. You will also not come without my say so. Disobey and you will be punished.” He parted her with two fingers, playing with her, circling close enough to brush her clit, but nowhere near close enough to push her over the edge. “If you touch yourself without my presence, you will be punished more severely. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.” She couldn’t help rolling her hips, trying to guide him inside her.
    “Good. Then we can begin.”
    …
    Z knew this was wrong. He knew he should stop. He