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cock. He’d intended to stop after a few kisses, but she’d pushed it further. When he’d halted her actions and taken control, she’d melted against him, around him, like butter. He’d felt her body give.
    She liked it a little rough and had sought out the pain, moaned, clenching her pussy tight around him the harder he sucked on her nipples.
    The aggressive face she tried to present to the world wasn’t who she was. The real Stephanie was soft and submissive but feisty, rather like the Bottom Burner she seemed to enjoy so much. Sweet and peppery. He knew it; her body knew it. Her mind would take some convincing. He planned to hold her, fuck her, and spank her until she relinquished her shield, and then hold her, fuck her, and spank her some more for the joy of it. He’d gotten turned on just talking to her, listening to her soft, girlish voice.
    He’d enjoyed teasing her and would have done more if she hadn’t had someone with her. He had no wish to embarrass her. Though she might doubt it, he respected her and her organization. He’d done some checking, and she’d impressed him with how much she’d accomplished in such a short period of time and with such a relatively small budget. WAN’s programs were solid, well-respected. Who knew how many women she’d protected through self-defense training? How many others had gotten the confidence to change their lives after taking her Assertiveness & Self-esteem classes? Rape victims found support groups at her center.
    The Rod and Cane Society had an auction fundraiser planned, and he would submit WAN’s name for a funding grant.
    Mark stroked his jaw. He’d intended to take Stephanie to his favorite Italian bistro, but Rod and Cane was having a cocktail party for members of exceptional standing and their guests. He could lead her into his spanking world incrementally, or he could grab her and jump in. The latter, while shocking at first, would ultimately be the most direct way to introduce her to domestic discipline.
    He wanted to find out early on if she would accept his lifestyle. He would need to push her a bit, because the idea would meet with an automatic rejection. Just because domestic discipline would suit her didn’t mean she would agree to it. But dominance and control were as ingrained in him as breathing, and spanking was a key way he expressed those traits. Better to find out sooner rather than later if Stephanie refused to embrace it.

Chapter Four
    “How did you know I wouldn’t stand you up?” Stephanie peered at Mark as he drove. She’d wavered between vacating her apartment and meeting him at the door with the announcement the date was off. Instead she’d donned her heels and greeted him with a saccharine smile and a rod in her spine. She’d decided to go out with him to prove she could resist his charms. Give it a little time, a couple of hours max, and his domineering ways would override her body’s desire, and she would lose interest. She crossed her legs.
    He palmed his heart as if reciting the Pledge of Allegiance and affected a wounded expression. “You thought about standing me up? I’m crushed.” He grinned, and her fluttering stomach explained exactly how smart, normally savvy women got involved with the wrong men. “I figured your feminist principles wouldn’t allow it. You would confront instead of hide.”
    She tucked her hair behind her ears and brushed a speck of lint from her arm. “Of course.”
    He turned down a quiet residential street in an exclusive neighborhood. Vehicles lined the street, but he located an open space and expertly slid the vehicle between two parked cars outside a huge, floodlit, Victorian mansion.
    “ This is where the party is?” Stephanie gawked at the grand edifice looming out of the quiet darkness. “Who lives here?” He’d tried to warn her, but she’d disregarded his clothing suggestion, and now she feared she would be underdressed in her silk leggings and a long poet-style blouse