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bottle of lube. “Yes, it’s here.”
    “I want you to practice inserting and wearing the plug.” Fear must have flashed in her eyes because he said, “I know. It’s scary but I want your ass prepared for when I fuck you there. And I am going to fuck you there, Ruth.”
    A shiver ran down her spine. He was so commanding. So sure of what he was going to do to her. She loved it and feared it in equal measures.
    “I want you to think about me. About what we just did. I want you to fantasize about my cock and I want you to use the vibrator. When you’ve come a few times, when your pussy is nice and wet, I want you to squirt some lube onto your fingers and play with your ass. Then when you’re used to that, I want you to start using the toy.”
    Her heart hammered. She’d always been fascinated by anal sex but had been too scared to try it.
    “Trust me, Ruth.”
    She nodded. Strangely, she did. With him she wasn’t afraid to explore. He made her feel things she’d never felt before. He made her feel alive. Like her true self. He made her feel as though he could explore all her fantasies and he would never deny her.
    Shit. If she hadn’t already been in love with Dominic Sullivan, she was now.
    “I trust you.”
    He leaned in and ran a fingertip down the screen, following the path of her cheek. “Good girl. See you soon, Ruth.”
    He ended the session, leaving her alone.

Chapter Five
     
    Trent Reznor’s scratchy voice pumped out of the iPod dock as Dom fixed a camshaft. He needed the distraction. Ruth was in his blood. No matter how many times he jerked off, his dick was still hard as stone. He couldn’t get the sight of her mouth fucking the vibrator out of his head. If he didn’t focus on something else he’d end up going over to the library, dragging her home and fucking her senseless.
    His cock twitched, pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans.
    “Jesus fucking Christ.” He threw the wrench he’d been holding across the garage. Before clanging to the floor, it scattered the contents of a shelf.
    “Whoa. Whoa. What crawled up your ass?” Ethan St. Claire, Dominic’s business partner, stood scowling in the doorway.
    Dom dragged off his beanie and raked a hand through his hair. “I’m going to abduct Ruth.”
    “Say what?” Tilting his head to the side, Ethan slapped his ear. “Must have something stuck ‘cause for a minute there I thought you said you were gonna abduct Ruth.”
    Dom flashed his friend a wry smile. “I did.”
    “Back up. You do know abduction is a federal crime, right?”
    He slammed down the hood and leaned against it. “I heard her talking to Hope. She wants the experience. She wants excitement. She wants to lose control. She’s perfect, Ethan. Perfect for me.”
    He’d always known there was some deep need buried below the surface. Sometimes her eyes would glaze over, her breasts would swell. She reacted to his presence and he’d hoped she harbored submissive tendencies. Now he knew for sure.
    “So you’re just going to abduct her?”
    Dom snorted. “No. I’m going to stage it. Make sure she knows it’s me.”
    “Where the fuck is all this coming from? You’ve never even made a move before.”
    How could he explain his attraction? How could he explain holding back had been for Ruth’s sake? How could he explain she was under his skin and had been from the moment he met her?
    “You remember how it was between you and Hope?”
    Ethan pursed his lips and frowned. “Yeah, I was too chickenshit to do anything about my feelings. I didn’t wanna ruin what we had as friends. She might have rejected me. I was too uncertain to make a move.”
    “Exactly.”
    “You don’t know Ruth as well as I knew Hope.”
    Dom nodded. “Exactly my point.” What if he scared her with his needs? He’d had to be sure.
    “And now you’re sure?”
    He thought back to how Ruth followed his commands over the webcam. How her body flushed, her nipples ripe like perfect