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her journey.
    And beginning to test my willpower to the
limits.
    I climb the stairs to my atrium, looking to
find some clarity and peace. The room is on the top floor of the
townhouse, a glass-walled playroom with views of the city lights
and carefully positioned greenery to shield my activities from
watchful eyes.
    I pour a drink and pace the small room,
feeling like a caged beast.
    Nothing about tonight is going like it
should. I should be in charge—of my sub, the situation and my own
emotions—but I’m not. I can’t stop the feelings of possessive
emotion that rear up whenever I’m around this woman. I thought that
entering into the agreement with her would help keep those feelings
contained. Create a familiar framework that would stop me from
losing control.
    What was I thinking? Isabelle’s not like any
other woman I’ve dominated before. Whether I want to admit it or
not, she’s different, special.
    The rules exist to protect us both; that’s
why there’s a contract. And already, I’m breaking them. Usually, I
keep myself totally detached from my sub’s history or life story
and simply focus on giving her pleasure, but being with Isabelle
tonight, watching her eyes darken with passion and excitement as
she touched herself… All I wanted was to know more. Experience
more. I want to get inside her, understand her, and discover every
little thing that’s hidden behind her perfect façade.
    I could tell myself it’s part of the game,
but that would be a lie. This is way more than just my usual
desire. It’s a restless hunger that won’t be satisfied.
    I sip my scotch and think about what she
shared with me tonight, the brief details of her tragic life. She
acts to the world as if she’s just another beautiful, frivolous
girl, but the truth is, she’s been through more than I could ever
imagine.
    Still, she’s hiding something from me. And I
will discover it all. Stripping back her defenses one by one until
she gives me everything. And I’ll give her in return, total
freedom.
    The anticipation curls through me like a
drug. Isabelle will submit, and I will know it all. Every inch of
her skin, every moan of pleasure. Every dark secret in her
past.
    Her surrender will be absolute.

SEVEN:
ISABELLE
    I wake the next morning back in the guest
suite. After waiting for Cam in his bed for a half hour, I
realized, the lesson was over. He runs so hot and cold, it’s hard
to know what’s coming next, but that’s thrilling too. He’s
unpredictable. Impossible to control.
    I stretch lazily and yawn.
I haven’t felt this good in years. The morning sun is pale through
the windows, and the whole world feels brand new. I shiver with
bliss at the memory of his hands on me. Inside me . Nobody has ever focused so
completely giving me pleasure, or been so attuned to what I want
and need.
    But Cam was holding back, I could tell. His
touch was maddeningly gentle, driving me out of my mind with need.
I don’t want him to be careful. I want him to take me hard and
fast, I want to feel him slamming into me with all the power I know
is stored in that lean, muscular body.
    I hope he will. And soon.
    I hop out of bed and quickly freshen up. I
pull on a silky, sexy robe and pad down the hall in search of the
man himself.
    “Cam?”
    I enter the kitchen, expecting to find him
there like every other morning so far. But the room is empty.
    “Cam?” I call again, but there’s no
reply.
    He’s gone.
    My heart cracks a little. I like our
mornings together, talking over breakfast. It feels like a routine,
like I belong here, but clearly, Cam doesn’t agree.
    Then I see a vase of roses on the kitchen
table, and a note with my name.
    Isabelle,
    You were beautiful last night. Thank you for
sharing yourself with me. I look forward to tonight’s lesson.
    Cam
    I hug the note to my chest, beaming. I don’t
know how I’m going to wait until tonight. I hear my phone ringing
from the next room. It’s my friend Olivia.
    “Oh, thank