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“I am ready…Master.” She was compelled to add the title much to her dismay. It must be part and parcel of the genie curse.
    He drawled huskily, “Savannah, I wish you to be my sex slave, my submissive.”
    Submissive? Astounded, simultaneously thrilled and mortified, she stared at him, her jaw slack. Where was this coming from? Had it always been a latent desire?
    The earth seemed to shake and she quivered. Her pussy clenched. Nodding, blinking, she said in an eager voice, “Your wish will be granted, Master.”
    She blinked and her living room furniture vanished. Instead the room was filled with a large bed and BDSM equipment—shackles, hand cuffs, ropes, bondage frames and an X-cross.
    Mark blinked and walked deeper into the room. He touched the X-cross then wrapped a strip of silk around his hand. Then he turned and quirked his brow. “You seem to be quite knowledgeable about this stuff. Do you have anything you want to confess?”
    Confess? She fumed and balled her fists on her hips. “ Me confess? What about you? You’re the one who wished for this.”
    They stared at one another, similar questions echoing in their eyes. Finally, he let out a long sigh. “If you think I had sex inside the joint, you’re dead wrong.”
    She thrust out her jaw and narrowed her eyes. “And if you think I had sex while you were away, you’re mistaken.”
    Mark ran his hands through his hair, mussing it. “How’d we get to this point, not trusting one another?”
    She let her arms relax and stared into his eyes. She shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know. It didn’t make me feel good when I found out your friend Anna wrote long, heart-felt letters to you daily while you were in prison. Or that you wrote back to her.”
    Mark swore under his breath. “Anna’s just a friend. If it weren’t for the two of you, I’d have gone completely insane.” Then he jabbed a finger at her chest. “I presume you didn’t talk to any men while I was away? Not even your good buddy, Jerry?”
    She tried not to wince at mention of Jerry’s name. Jerry had provided a much needed shoulder at her lowest points when Mark couldn’t. He’d never put a move on her and she’d never thought of him like that. She was glad she’d declined his offer to go to the courthouse with her. Then again, he might have stopped her from buying the damned bottle… “Jerry didn’t do anything to threaten you.”
    Mark massaged his neck. “And Anna didn’t do anything to threaten you. You’re the only woman I love. The only woman I want. What do I have to do to convince you of that? Can I make that one of my wishes? That you believe in me? Trust me?”
    Unfortunately, it didn’t work that way much as she wished. Her heart aching, she gazed at him. Why had Anna interfered? Why had Anna rubbed it in her face? Maybe she should find Anna and make her tell the truth.
    ”To hell with Anna and Jerry. I love you. All I’ve dreamed of for the past four years is being with you .” Mark’s words penetrated her heart and she made a small choking sound.
    “And I’ve dreamed of being with you,” she said.
    Mark scooped her into his arms, against his hard chest and carried her to the new bed. His warm lips caressed her forehead, her cheeks and her lips conducting a symphony in her heart.
    She looped her arms around his neck and moulded her breasts to his magnificent chest which was amazingly in shape for being incarcerated for so long. Against his lips, she grinned and murmured, “This isn’t exactly bondage. Did you or did you not want to use our toys ?”
    He framed her face with his palms and his eyes danced with mischief. “I never knew you were such a bad girl. Just how bad are you?”
    Feeling mischievous herself, she ran her tongue over her lips and drawled, “Just how bad do you want me to be?”
    “Very bad. Stand. And call me Master .”
    After she followed the simple order, she tingled and held out her arms high. Well aware her outfit enhanced her