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shook her head.
    “Marla.”
    The laugh snorted out of her nose because her lips were pressed together so tightly.
    “You agree?”
    She nodded.
    “Say, ‘Yes Master’. You know that’s what I want to hear.”
    Her skin tightened, her blood thrummed. She shifted from one foot to the other and licked her lips. He tracked every move.
    “Yes…Master.” It was so difficult holding his gaze as she whispered those words. But she did.
    Something broke within him, a tension that had been holding him hostage. He smiled. God. What a smile. “Well, then. Let’s see what Monique has created.” He untied the cloak and let it fall from her shoulders.
    Tess shuddered as her bound body was exposed.
    His nostrils flared and his eyes hardened to icy chips as they roved over her restraints. His perusal snagged on her caged breasts. She lowered her chin as he studied her. He tipped it back up with two gentle fingers.
    “Always on my face, Tess.” It was a gentle reminder, but a thread of steel laced his tone.
    “Yes Master.”
    “God, you’re gorgeous.” He cupped her breast and circled her red nipple with his thumb. She winced. “Damn Dennison. I think he bruised you. Does this hurt?”
    “Yes Master.”
    “Do you like it?” His tone was ragged, as though he couldn’t bear to hear the answer.
    She nodded, one short bob of her head. “But…”
    He tensed. “But?”
    “I wanted it to be you.”
    His nostrils flared. A muscle ticked in his cheek. His fingers tightened on her sensitized flesh. “I think we should get started.”
    It could have been her imagination but she thought for sure she heard a crack in his voice.
    He took her elbow and led her from the foyer, down the hallway and through a large double door. It opened on a chamber not unlike Madame Monique’s boudoir, although this room had a much more masculine aura. In that, it was far more arousing. And more frightening.
    He positioned her at the center of the room and sat on the couch, a heavy leather creation with rings at both ends and various shackles and loops mounted along the frame. Her mind reeled, imagining what they were for.
    “Go onto your knees before me, Tess.”
    She took her time, moving awkwardly because her hands were restrained at her hips. Slowly, she knelt.
    “Now, come toward me.”
    She was glad his carpet was thick. Still, the wool scraped against her knees. As she approached, he spread his legs, urging her closer. She didn’t stop until she was against the couch, cradled by his thighs, gazing up at his beautiful face.
    “We have some things to discuss.”
    “Yes Master.”
    He stroked her cheek, nudged at her lower lip with his thumb. She opened to him and he slipped inside. “God, you’re sweet. A natural. I don’t know why I never noticed before.”
    She sucked on his thumb and he stilled, pulled his hand away. A flush crept up his cheeks.
    “Cut it out, Tess,” he said in a gravelly growl, “or I won’t make it through your first session.” His attention drifted to her bound breasts and he swallowed. Licked his lips. Then his chin firmed. “The first session is the most important because it sets the tone. Do you know why I sent you to Monique?”
    “To prepare me, Master.”
    A muscle bunched in his cheek. “Yes.”
    “And to test me, Master.”
    His pupils dilated. “Yes. I needed to be sure you were serious about this and not just playing.”
    “I’m not playing, Master.”
    He rubbed his palm over his face. “If you keep calling me Master with that look in your eyes, I’m not going to last very long.”
    Tess bit back a satisfied smile at his complaint. “Do you want me very badly, Master?” God, she loved the power coursing through her, even while bound and helpless on her knees before him. She loved that she could make him squirm.
    And he was squirming.
    “I want you. Very much.” His tone was harsh, latent with banked desire. “You know I’m going to spank you.”
    “Yes Master.”
    “I’m going