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for the panties that had had quite an abusive day. The damp cotton pulled at my moist skin, and the slight chill in the room had gooseflesh prickling the skin of my arms.
    I had never felt more nervous, or more exposed. Not knowing what to expect only aggravated the sensations.
    Finally,
finally
the door that I had closed behind me opened. My body clenched, and I looked up with wide eyes as Zach entered the room.
    “Lower your gaze to the floor.” His words were harsh, but I heard the lust that was layered beneath them. I hesitated before obeying—I didn’t want to look at the floor.
    I wanted to look at him.
    Sometime in the last ten minutes, he had shed his tie and his dress shirt. His chest was gloriously naked, and I was not happy that I wasn’t permitted to look at it.
    He had kept it covered during all of our encounters, and the quick glimpse that I’d had had shown me tawny skin pulled tight over rope after rope of hard muscle and dusted with soft whorls of dark hair.
    “Keep your eyes on the floor.” I stared at his ridiculously sexy bare feet as he came fully into the room. I heard the clink of ice against glass, and then the sharp click of glass against wood as he set a drink on the dresser, and then opened a drawer.
    “You were ready when I came in. I am pleased.” I watched his feet as he walked to me, then lost sight of them as he moved behind me.
    Zach placed his hands on my shoulders, brushing the skin there lightly with his thumbs. Then something soft and silky was placed over my eyes, blocking my vision entirely, and I cried out, startled.
    “Shh.” Brushing the long wisps of my bangs back with one hand, he smoothed the silk over my temples. “You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. You just say the word, and I’ll stop.”
    I stayed tense as he snugged the silk to my head, tying a knot at the base of my neck, below my ponytail. When his hands wandered down to stroke the column of my neck and to dance over my naked shoulders, I relaxed, just the tiniest bit.
    “What’s the word?” I laughed weakly, trembling under his touch. His fingers stilled for a moment, and he murmured low in his throat, as if I had pleased him somehow.
    “What would you like the word to be?” His fingers resumed their movement, sliding down my shoulders, my upper arms, then moving forward slightly to stroke the flesh at the sides of my breasts. “You choose a word, and it will be your safe word. Anytime I push you too far, you use that word and I will stop immediately, no questions asked.”
    Anytime he pushed me too hard
. What could he possibly push me to do that I would need a safe word for?
    Before I could overthink it, I clenched my fists, feeling my nails bite into the skin of my palms.
    “Dark.” My voice was hoarse and sounded like it belonged to someone else. “My word is ‘dark.’”
    Zach’s hands cupped my breasts, weighing them. His thumbs stroked lightly over my distended nipples, and a jolt went through me, straight to my pussy.
    “‘Dark’ it is.” The soft strokes melted into a harder caress, with slightly more masculine force behind it. He rolled my flesh between his thumb and forefinger, and each movement seemed attached to a string that tugged at something deep inside of me. “Tell me why you chose this word.”
    I gasped as he tugged lightly at my nipples, wetness surging between my thighs in response. It was a long moment, and yet another tug, before I could find the words to answer.
    “Because the first time I saw you, that was what I thought.” I arched my back, pressing my breasts more fully into his hands. “I thought that everything about you was dark.”
    Zach’s hands stilled, and then he removed them entirely. A chill hit my flesh at the loss of heat, and I swallowed a groan as I heard him stand.
    I sensed him circle me once, slowly, and I felt his eyes on me, drinking in the sight of my naked flesh. I strained to see beneath the edges of the blindfold,