woman who would enjoy a ménage à trois. But no way in hell was she going to tell him that. âFine,â she said, snatching the water, then slipping off his lap.
She scooped up her panties from the carpet and slid them on. Not that theyâd do her much good.
âYou have no reason to be ashamed,â he said as if heâd plucked her thoughts from her head. Cole crossed to her, the animosity heâd displayed prior to her punishment completely gone, replaced with a softness sheâd expect from a friend. âYouâre a passionate and sensual woman.â
âMe? Sensual?â She laughed, placing her hands on her hips.
He moved closer and pushed the hair off her face, allowing it to glide though his fingers. âWhat about the man who wants to marry you? Surely he must know how hot you burn.â
âHe and I are waiting until marriage.â The lie rolled off her tongue easily but left behind a bitter taste. She had no intention of ever marrying Roman.
Cole arched a brow. âHe doesnât mind that youâre here?â
She realized she was biting her nails again and dropped her hand to her side. âWeâre currently on a break.â
His gaze landed on her lips. âA woman like you may appear reserved to those who donât see to the heart of you. I pity them, but their loss is Benedictionâs gain.â He leaned closer, murmuring in her ear. âYou donât fool me, Danielle. I wonât confuse aloofness with shyness. I may not know your true reason for coming here, but I do know youâre in the right place. While youâre training, Iâll make certain I fulfill all your sexual fantasies.â He cupped her cheek. âWhatever they are.â
Everything went still, even the air in her lungs. Unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to look away from his heated stare, she did nothing but wait. Wait for the world to start spinning again. For now, she understood why they called him âMaster.â He lured you with his deep, soothing voice, trapped you with his hypnotic eyes, and seduced you with barely a whisper of his touch. If she wasnât careful, he could easily make her forget her true reason for being here.
It didnât matter that she was as attracted to him as sheâd been all those years ago. This is what he did. Convince you to trust him and then toss you to the lions, just like he'd done to her father. She wouldnât allow him to steal anything more from her. The time had come for Cole DeMarco to answer for his sins. Sheâd play the part of sex slave and, of course, enjoy the chance to broaden her sexual horizons. But never againânot for one secondâwould she allow this man to truly dominate her.
Breathing deep, she tore her gaze away and folded her arms over her chest. âSo youâll train me?â
He pressed his lips together and paused before giving her a single nod. âWeâll start tomorrow.â He strode to a filing cabinet along the wall, flung open a drawer, and snatched a few papers. Then he picked up a couple of books off his desk and handed it all to her. âHereâs another questionnaire to complete. This time, answer it honestly. Also, Iâd like you to read these books tonight. Thereâs a lot of crap out there on BDSM. Forget everything you think you know. These will give you a better understanding of what youâre getting yourself into. For now, consider yourself to be on probation.â
While Cole called someone named Gracie on his cell phone, she perused the questionnaire, baffled by its ten-page length. Slave auctions? Pony play? Water sports? Was that some kind of kinky surfboarding she didnât know about? And the kidnappers had agreed to all of it on her behalf? No wonder Cole didnât believe her story.
There was a brief knock on the door, and then a petite Asian woman wearing a shiny red minidress and six-inch red stilettos glided into