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half-carat diamond studs at her ears.
    “As I’ve already said, you’ll refer to me as Master at all times.” He reached behind her head and pulled the pin holding her hair up so that her brown hair fell to her shoulders. “You’ll do anything I ask of you without question. You’ll let me do anything I want to do to your body without argument. If you break any rules or fail to follow my instructions, you’ll be punished.” Her heart beat faster with every one of his words.
    This was all so unreal. “Now you need to choose a safe word.”
    Confusion about everything whirled within her. She wrinkled her brow. “A what?”
    Drew gave a heavy sigh. “Master. That’s your last warning.”
    Shit. I can’t believe I’m doing this! “I don’t know what you mean, er, Master.”
    “A safe word is an out for you.” He leaned close and sifted his fingers through her hair, fluffing it. “If you want to end our play, then you say your safe word. Everything ends and you go home. Now choose a word.”
    Sarah felt so out of her element that she had a difficult time thinking, much less choosing some kind of safe word. She took a deep breath. “Wall Street,” she said, then added, “Master,” as an afterthought.
    His lips twitched as if he wanted to smile. Instead, he swept his hand over the top of the long white box they’d dropped, knocking off the lid, and pulled out the black leather flogger. He took her by her hand and brought her quickly to her feet. Her legs felt shaky as she looked at the flogger and stood.
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    He slapped the straps of suede on his palm as his gaze traveled over her from head to toes and back. His voice was low, husky. “You have the sexiest body.”
    Sarah’s cheeks warmed. She knew she looked good—she worked hard to maintain her fit body. But somehow it was different the way Drew looked at her and the way he said it.
    “Thank you…ah, Master.” Damn, that Master thing was not coming very easy at all.
    He slipped his fingers through hers and she felt a little electrical jolt when he led her from the room they were in. It was the first time she’d had a chance to look around, and she took everything in with a sweep of her gaze. A well-built home with an expansive great room and kitchen with hallways leading in either direction. Oak furniture and everything done in navy blues, with a taupe-colored carpet. It was obviously a lived-in home with his things casually strewn over the couches, chairs and coffee table, such as clothing, newspapers and books. It wasn’t what she’d call messy—
    just lived in.
    Drew took the left hallway that had at least twelve-foot ceilings like the great room and kitchen. Strangely, he strode ahead of her with her tagging behind, holding onto his hand and barely able to keep up with his long strides. He’d always been so gentlemanly at the club, but now he was apparently playing a completely different role. He was the Master and she was subservient to him.
    Her stomach twisted at the thought. Over and over she wondered what she was doing.
    Subservient. Her?
    Yet he’d made it clear he understood that she was a high-powered businesswoman and expected nothing less of her. But he’d also made it clear that when it came to sex, he was the one in control.
    She padded down the carpeted hallway after him, completely naked while he was dressed only in jeans. She watched his tight ass and wanted to see it, touch it. When 33
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    they’d been in the health club, all she’d gotten a good look at was his cock. And was it ever good to look at. Not to mention taste.
    They reached a room that was brightly lit and when he brought her up beside him, at first she thought it was a workout room—until she really took a look at it. Yeah, there was a bench and free weights, dumbbells, an exercise bike and other workout machines.
    But what caught her attention and took her breath were the things that were definitely not your average workout