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made enough noise she could hear him.
    He smiled as he discovered the lights were on a dimmer, and he turned them low.
    He took his time walking back to the bed, unbuckling his belt and freeing the button of his jeans as he returned to her. Damn, this was a huge-assed playroom.
    He collected the bowl of water on his way, and settled it on the side table. He’d need a place to discard the condom later, if it came to it.
    He stripped as he neared her, and patted her bottom when he saw she was still as he’d left her.
    “Such a good girl. Roll to your back and put your arms over your head, Cassie.”
     
     
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    God, his voice. How had she never realized how sexy it was before? Maybe because he’d never given her commands before? It was full of promise and threat, and made her stomach somersault until she wanted to drop to her knees and offer to do whatever he wanted. Shit, if he could give her more orgasms like the other one? She’d be his slave for life.
    She rolled to her back and felt him fiddling with the shirt around her head.
    “I dimmed the lights, but your eyes will still hurt a little when you first open them, so go slow.”
    She didn’t heed his warning, opened her eyes to look at him, and yelped as pain struck the back of her eyeballs.
    “Not too good at following instructions, are you?” He had the nerve to laugh, but Cassie was in no shape to glare at him.
    She cracked them a tiny bit, closed them, and gave up.
    “Your eyes prepare for proper dilation based on how much light filters through the eyelid. Always wait until at least a count of ten after a blindfold is removed to open them even a tiny amount.”
    She startled as he touched her right nipple, and when her hand landed on his he made a disapproving noise.
    “I told you to put your arms over your head, Cassie. They stay there until I say they can move. If you want to move them before I say, you ask.”
    Cassie put them back over her head and tried to explain. “It’s reflex. Someone touches your nipple when you aren’t expecting, your hands go there.”
    His lips caressed her cheek and his leg rubbed against hers. His bare leg. Her heart sped as she realized he might actually intend to ravish her.
    “Submissives have to learn to follow instructions, even when they have to fight their reflexes to do it.”
    His lips touched hers, once, twice, and he pulled back enough to talk again, his breath whispering across her cheek. “Submitting sexually means you accept hands on your body. It means you submit to being touched.”
    Fuck . He was going to drive her fucking crazy. She’d never orgasmed twice in the same day. Once a day was rare enough, but she thought he’d only need to stick a finger in her and talk to her and she’d detonate again.
    “Grab the headboard. Sometimes it’s easier if you have something to hang on to.”
    She couldn’t reach and he helped her scoot up. She could open her eyes now, and she looked down the length of his body.
    She’d seen him without a shirt at the dojo, and she’d seen him in bike shorts, so it wasn’t like she had no idea how fit he was.
    But naked? With all of his muscles covered by nothing but skin? She wanted to sit up and stare. Frisco was sexier than any man should be allowed.
    Her hands gripped the headboard harder as she remembered him taking his finger out of her when she moved her hands away from her ankles earlier. She didn’t want to do anything to make this stop.
    She could only glimpse a portion of his cock from this angle, and she couldn’t sit up for a better look while holding the headboard. She looked up, met his gaze, and blushed furiously as she realized he knew what she’d been trying to look at.
    “I want to make love to you.” It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking her, he was telling her, and Cassie’s arousal grew impossibly higher. Every time she thought she was as horny as she could possibly be, he proved her wrong.
    Speechless, all Cassie could do was