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nipple. Intense pleasure coiled inside
her, starting in her clit and ending at her nipples.
    “You’re
so responsive.”
    “Please,
tell me.”
    He
let out a sigh staring at her, contemplating his next move.
    “I
call you sub because the term is short for submissive. You’re a submissive
woman, Clara.”
    Licking
her lips, she stared at him waiting. There was more he wanted to say. She saw
the evidence in his gaze as he looked her over.
    “This
is a lot harder than I anticipated.”
    Kissing
his hand, she smiled up at him. The trust she felt for him consumed every part
of her. Matthew, in his own way, had proven to her he’d never hurt her. Her
best interests were the only things that concerned him. “I trust you. Tell me
the truth.”
    He
stroked her cheek. The nervousness on display appealed to her. In that one moment,
Matthew appeared more human to her than not in his weakness. What scared him?
    Most of the time he always looked so in control and dangerous.
    “What
is it? You’re scaring me.” She chuckled at the words.
    “You
can’t run or hide. If I show you what I want from you, you’ve got to be honest
with me all the way.” He gripped her cheek tightly.
    Covering
his hand with hers, she nodded. “I trust you. Show me what you want from me.”
    He
brushed his lips against hers. “This is all about you.” Matthew kissed her one final
time then led her through to his study. He moved toward a locked door. Through
that door was the key to understanding Matthew. She knew it and part of her was
afraid. What if she couldn’t live up to his expectations?
    Shaking
the fear aside, Clara braced herself for what was about to happen.
     
    *
* * *
     
    Matthew
felt nerves grip him. This was part of his soul. Grabbing the key from the hook,
he opened the door to the darkest part of his life. If Clara found the thought
of being with him appalling then he’d have opened up a wound that would never
heal.
    He
flicked the light switch, which showed the room in all of the glory he’d
designed.
    “This
is my playroom,” he said.
    Her
gaze roamed the room. “Your playroom? Is that code for
something?”
    “No, not to the right person.” He stood back watching her
enter the room.
    She
swallowed then made her way farther into the room. Her hand reached out to the
nearest object before her hand closed into a fist. “What is this place?”
    “This
is who I am. I’m part of this world.”
    “I
don’t know what this world is. I don’t understand. How does this make me a
sub?”
    “I’m
dominant, Clara. To others I’m simply a Dom. Do you get the connection?”
    A
jerk of her head let him know she understood his words.
    “This
is a little out of my league.”
    She
moved over to the spanking bench he’d purchased over a year ago. He’d never
taken a sub in this room. This place was for his personal pleasure. Matthew had
been waiting for the right woman. That woman stood less than a foot away from
him. He stared at her tempting ass as she bent over the bench. Her innocence
startled him. The desire to walk over and spank her rounded curves gripped him.
He stemmed the need inside him by going to her side.
    “It’s
a spanking bench. This is used to punish a sub or to please her or him.”
    “Men
are subs?” she asked.
    “A
sub is a submissive. A person who doesn’t challenge or need
to be in control. There are many other ways of describing a sub. That is
just my definition.” He ran his fingers through his hair in an effort to control
his raging lust.
    For
many months he’d fantasized about having Clara in his room. The vision of her
there far exceeded the fantasy.
    “This
is what you want from me?”
    “No, not just that.”
    “You’re
talking in riddles, Matthew. I need you to tell me what you need.”
    She
turned to face him. The confusion on her face made him curse. He’d prepared for
this moment. Planned for this moment in the same way he planned a business
deal. Unlike business deals, though, his