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menacing. Nothing like the strange contraptions she’d dared to glimpse on the internet before hurriedly clicking the image away.
    The real beauty came from the iron scrollwork dominating walls of deep gray. Arranged in complicated patterns of different shapes and sizes, some featured candles, others were so large they went from floor to ceiling. Each one unique and beautiful. Awed, she said, “Wow, I’ve never seen anything like this.”
    Mason placed his big hands on her shoulders and started to rub with a slow, methodical knead. “An artist friend of mine created them. He’s a sculptor. Maybe I’ll introduce you someday.”
    “His work is gorgeous.” After weeks of missing Mason, she relaxed into his heated palms, more than happy to feel those magic hands working her tight muscles.
    His thumb circled a tender spot. The knot loosened and dissolved under his touch.
    She moaned, her chin dropping forward to give him better access as he swept her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck.
    Her eyelids drifted closed and she breathed easy for the first time in weeks.
    Mason’s hands were a work of art. He pressed and prodded, finding spots she hadn’t known were sore until she was a boneless pile of mush. Her only complaint was she wished she were lying down on that fabulous daybed.
    Was this how he planned to punish her? Slowly pleasure her to death? Lazily relaxed, her mind wandered to the books she’d read. She couldn’t imagine him forcing those violent, screaming climaxes expounded upon in the reading she’d done. With his slow, methodical brand of lovemaking, she had no problems imagining him like one of the gentle Doms she’d learned about.
    Under his attention, the stress, confusion and fear melted away. Mason would protect her. Love her. He’d never be cruel and ruthless. She wasn’t sure exactly how he meant to control her but she was suddenly certain, like this room there would be nothing scary about it.
    “Do you want this?” Voice soft as velvet, he sounded both a stranger and achingly familiar.
    Absently, she nodded. It made perfect sense he’d be like the sweet, caring Dom featured in one of the stories she’d read on the internet. Lashes fluttering open, she stared at the dove-gray carpet, frowning.
    Where was her relief? This was what she’d hope for. She didn’t wish Mason to be mean. That would be wrong.
    “Say the words.” His thumb rubbed the sweet spot on the curve of her neck.
    “Yes,” she whispered. An odd feeling of loss clogged her throat, confusing her. She’d been horrified when she’d read some of those things. Whips and flogging. Ball gags and cages. Dripping hot wax over a woman’s skin. She shuddered. She didn’t covet any of that.
    With a sudden burst of panic, her gaze flew to the candles lining one of the metal wall pieces.
    Her shoulders sagged. They weren’t even lit.
    “Do you trust me?” Another knot discovered, he worked until it dissolved under his hands.
    “Yes, of course.” And she did. Why wouldn’t she?
    She scanned the room. There wasn’t a riding crop in sight. Which was good. No, great. Exactly what she’d wanted. She nibbled the inside of her cheek.
    Lips brushed featherlight over the curve of her neck. “Do you trust me not to cause you harm?”
    “Yes, Mason.” Unexpected tears stung the corners of her eyes and she squeezed her lids tight to stem the flow. What was wrong with her? Why was she sad?
    “Good.” Warm palms slid over her bare arms and goose bumps rose on her skin. “This isn’t about force. If things get too much or you get overwhelmed and start to panic, all you need to do is say stop. That’s it. It’s that simple. I’ll stop and we’ll talk about what’s going on.”
    Thankful to turn the subject to something tactical, she swallowed until the lump in her throat eased. She wasn’t afraid anymore. But she was curious. “Some of the books, they didn’t have that. They couldn’t say no.”
    He pulled her close,