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would like to clean up.”
    “Why?” He wanted her to admit her embarrassment. If she could recognize it for what it was, she’d be one step closer to embracing her sexuality.
    “’Cause it’s messy.”
    Playful Laura was such a treat. He found it very hard to remain firmly in control when Laura was mischievous.
    Another yank on her hair tipped her head back enough to see a smug, I’ve-got-you-right-where-I-want-you-smile on her face. “Brat! Take off the garter, hose and heels before going down the basement stairs. I want your ass naked when I chain you to the wall and teach you to respect your Dom.”
    He couldn’t say things like that or wetness would be pooling all the way to her knees. Laura desperately wanted to duck into the restroom and clean up. She’d been afraid if she admitted it, Nick would devise some horrible exercise to get her used to it.
    She’d tried to keep the focus on nudity. She’d figured he intended to parade her around the house naked as often as possible so admitting to that wasn’t likely to bring about any additional discipline sessions.
    Laura unhooked the garter fasteners before reaching behind her and unclipping the garter itself. She made sure she kept her shoulders back thrusting her breasts outward hoping he would touch her. With his arms crossed over his chest looking all bad-ass, she couldn’t help but toss her garter over his shoulder. “Can you hold that for me, Master?”
    She tried with all her might to keep a smile from lighting her face. His raised eyebrow, you’re-in-so-much-trouble-look, was hotter than hell. The muscles in her tummy tightened and she squirmed under his direct stare.
    Dropping her shoes just outside the entrance to the basement, she wondered if she was ready for this. Each new encounter was somehow more exhilarating than the last. Part of her was scared to death. Not of Nick. No, he would never intentionally hurt her. It just seemed impossible that things could continue to heat up.
    Where would it end? A couple of weeks ago, sex had been a nuisance. One more thing to check off her to-do list. Now she thought about it all the time. Wanted it all the time. More specifically, she wanted Nick all the time. It was mind blowing how much things had changed in such a short period.
    She caught herself thinking of him as her Master. After the initial what the fuck? shock wore off, she enjoyed it. The idea gave her a warm, secure feeling. She basked in the knowledge he would keep her safe and surround her with love. A different type of love than she’d ever expected to want. One filled with torture devices of every shape and size, binding ties made of rope and leather and erotic commands that kept her edgy and begging for more.
    Going down the stairs, Laura noticed there were a few changes in the basement. Chalk lines were drawn in various places on the concrete floor. An old loveseat was turned around facing the wall. Directly above the loveseat were three eyehooks. The two on top were easy to understand. It was the one in the middle that sent a haunted house, scary as hell thrill straight to her pussy. What was he planning?
    “Lean the front of your hips on the back of the loveseat. This simulates how a vaulting horse spanking bench would work.”
    She couldn’t draw her eyes away from the third hook. Her imagination couldn’t stretch far enough to figure out its purpose. It was too much to hope it was just an extra.
    “Step up on the pad and spread your legs.” Had his voice quivered? Laura saw he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. His gaze followed her every move.
    Her attention had been so centered on the hooks, she’d missed the pad. Forcing her eyes from the wall, she looked around. There was Nick’s gym bag on the seat. It looked pretty full. Shit .
    Here we go! She dutifully spread her legs to about shoulder width.
    “As far apart as you can go on your tippy toes.”
    On her toes? Okay, she spread them about a foot farther apart. From the bag,