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told you,” she answered, her defiance rekindling with her embarrassment.
    He nipped her skin, a chastising snip that caused her heart to race. “Do you still trust me?” The hard bite of his voice matched the tightening grip of his hands on her waist.
    Why did she? She didn’t even know the man. But for some strange reason, with this, she did. More than she’d trusted her ex-husband in many, many years.
    “Yes,” she finally managed to say.
    She felt his chest compress with the slow release of his breath. He held her so close to his front that she could feel his muscles tense, his chest move, his cock twitch. Every movement, no matter how small, was amplified by her over-sensitive nerve endings until she felt like she was a part of him.
    He straightened and turned her around. He kept her tucked tight against him, causing the hardened tips of her breasts to rub almost painfully over his chest.
    “Look at me, Cali.”
    Yes. Look at him. Obediently, she lifted her gaze in a slow ascent that was killer on her blood pressure, but she couldn’t force her eyes to go faster. From the tantalizing bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, over the firm square chin, past the equally firm but inviting lips to finally meet his deep, silver eyes.
    “Let’s go upstairs.”
    Upstairs. To the third floor, full of private rooms for individual use. Anticipation mingled with anxiety and sat like a rock in her gut. The moment of decision not so easily made. She was way too old and cautious to go into anything blind. No matter how much she wanted it.
    “What will you—” she swallowed, “—we do?”
    “Only what you want,” he reassured her. His fingers traced an intimate line down the edge of her jaw. “We’ll discuss details upstairs. Remember, a Dom/sub interaction is all about negotiation and honesty. No pressure. No expectations. It’s you who holds the power. I’ll only give what you’re willing and able to receive.”
    He made it seem so simple. Safe.
    His fingers tightened on her jaw. “But I want to see you beg. I want you aching for a release that only I can give you. I want you tied up and bowing to my desires to get yours.” His eyes darkened to a deep gray and were filled with all the passion and need he expressed. His look, his words triggered that deeply buried longing she’d denied for so very long. A tremor raked her body as she fully accepted that she could have this.
    A high-pitched wail reverberated through the room and surrounded her with the pure pleasure of the seemingly tortured sound. She wanted that even if she doubted she’d ever find it. Even if the very thought of actually reaching it both enticed and scared her senseless.
    And Master Jake was offering it to her.
    “Yes.” Cali breathed. She licked her lips and nodded, attempting to put some conviction into the movement. She could do this with him. More importantly, she wanted to do this with him. It was now or never. “Let’s go upstairs.”
    * * *
    His boots thumped low and hollow across the hardwood floor, projecting an ominous feel to the thick tension cloaking the small room. Jake walked a slow circle around Cali, touching her shoulder, stroking her arm, inhaling her scent that had turned deeper, muskier with her arousal. She shivered at his touch, but her body was once again stiff, her nerves seeming to resurface now that they were alone.
    Jake had purposely requested one of their less intimidating rooms. This one contained nothing shocking outside of an unobtrusive spanking bench along the far wall. Everything about the space spoke of seduction with a subtle hint of dominance, the primary item being a large bed with black sheets and iron headboard. The cuffs attached to both ends of the bed were tucked away and all the toys and other equipment were hidden behind the closed door of the armoire.
    “What do you want, Cali?”
    Jake would keep asking her that question until she answered. They would only proceed if she had the courage