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with something needlessly, it only created havoc.
    But with Luke, the rope became an extension of him. He was so knowledgeable and, though it didn’t seem possible, his focus grew even more intense. As he worked the rope around her body, she didn’t feel restricted at all. She felt secure and safe. She fell into what seemed like a trance while he worked. He moved hypnotically with the rope, binding her for his pleasure.
    He told her not to move and she didn’t dare disobey. She feared if she did, he’d stop and she didn’t think she could stand that. When he finally stepped away and held up a mirror so she could see herself, she nearly hummed in pleasure.
    She looked sexy and grown-up. What’s more, she
felt
sexy and grown-up. Like a woman. The rope wrapped around herupper body, twisted around her breasts, leaving her nipples exposed, and then went behind her back like a halter top.
    â€œBeautiful, isn’t it?” he asked.
    She nodded and brushed her fingers over the soft coils. “I never knew you could use rope for something like this.”
    â€œI’m just learning,” he said.
    â€œPeople
teach
this kind of stuff?”
    He gave a little laugh and she felt a bit silly, not at all like the sophisticated woman she’d told herself she was. Of course people taught this sort of thing. You had to learn somehow.
    â€œYes,” he said in confirmation of what she’d already decided. “I’m a member of a club and they have special classes teaching things like this.” His smile grew wider. “According to them, since I just tied you up, you should be calling me ‘Sir.’”
    She wrinkled her nose at the thought of that.
    â€œWhat’s that look for?” he asked.
    â€œCall you ‘Sir’? Really?” She shook her head. “Never. It reminds me of my dad and that kills my mood.”
    â€œMmm, I see.” He didn’t seem to have thought of it in quite that way before. “Look at it like this. It turns me on when you call me
Sir
.”
    â€œIt does?” She thought about it some more. “It doesn’t make you feel like you’re my dad?”
    â€œIn no way does it make me feel like I’m your dad.” He moved a bit closer, that smile of his hinting at wickedness. “Maybe more like that hot teacher you had a crush on in high school.”
    â€œI didn’t have a hot-teacher crush in high school.” She did actually, but she wasn’t about to tell him about it.
    â€œNo?” His eyes seemed to pierce right through her and she knew he realized the truth. “I don’t think I believe you. Tell me who he was.”
    She crossed her arms as best she could over her chest. “No.”
    â€œNow I can tell you’re lying.” His smile grew even bigger. “I spank girls who lie to me.”
    Her mouth dropped open.
“Spank?”
Now she knew for certain he had a daddy fantasy going on. “I thought you said you didn’t do the daddy thing.”
    â€œI don’t.”
    â€œBut you want to spank me and have me call you Sir.”
    â€œWhich has nothing to do with a daddy fantasy.”
    â€œWhat does it have to do with then?”
    â€œHave you heard of BDSM?”
    She told him no and for the next twenty minutes, they talked. She still wasn’t sure she understood everything, but it made a bit more sense. And the way he talked about it made it sound hot.
    It became even hotter when he took her over his knee and spanked her.
    She lost track of the number of times she came that day. And when she woke up in his arms on Tuesday, he took her again. Tessa laughed when Meagan called her over breakfast and told her she wouldn’t be home just yet.
    â€œSeems like the dress worked,” Tessa said.
    Something certainly did, Meagan had to agree. She wasn’t so sure it was the dress, though. Probably, it was that shirt made out of rope.
    She ended up