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to voice her desires. Her hesitation, and almost immediate defensiveness to his direct questions, told him she needed to overcome the fear—or maybe it was shame—she seemed to associate with her needs. Otherwise, she would be filled with self-loathing and recriminations in the morning.
    She’d come to the club willingly, asking to be dominated without fully understanding what that meant. Her courage called to him, even as her natural submissive tendencies began to show. The way she melted under his touch, how she automatically followed his commands as she began to trust him. They were like lures, reeling him into her charms until he was unable to pull away.
    Despite her hesitations and obvious inexperience, the mysterious Ms. Reynolds had him completely enthralled. The odd mix of courage, tempered with vulnerability, made her far more enticing than the young twenty-somethings who came into the club, brazen and cocky in what they thought they wanted, or even his seasoned clients who knew exactly what they wanted. She was like an exquisitely wrapped present just waiting to be stripped of the bows and ribbons to reveal the hidden prize beneath the tightly held pretense.
    She stood before him, illuminated by the light strategically placed around the edges of the room. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, her chin lifted, shoulders back, but her eyes refused to meet his despite his instructions.
    He grabbed the back of her hair and gave a soft, but firm tug. Her head jerked and her gaze flew up to meet his.
    “Look at me and answer my question. What do you want?”
    Her eyes widened, the green depths deepening as her pupils dilated more.
    “Answer, or we’re done.”
    After a brief, tense pause, she spoke. “I told you, I don’t honestly know.” Her cheeks flushed. “I want a man to make me come. No vibrators. No toys. I want...” Her gaze darted away from his, but with a tug on her hair it returned. “I want a man’s touch. His control. His confidence in owning my body and giving me everything I want. I want sex that is also about me...not just him.”
    A good start. He could give her that. Easily. But he sensed there was more. “And...” He let the question trail off.
    She swallowed, her lips working as she gathered her courage. “I don’t know,” she admitted, the honesty projected in both her voice and eyes. “My sexual experience is so embarrassingly limited that I don’t honestly know what I want outside of what I just told you. I don’t know what I like or don’t like because anything outside of vanilla sex has never been given to me.” She sucked in a breath of air like she was shocked at the admission.
    Jake clenched his free hand behind his back, the hidden action his only break in the calm, controlled facade he displayed. The desire to do exactly as she asked was so overwhelming it took everything in him to hold himself still.
    “Very good,” he reassured her as he released her hair and massaged her tender scalp before moving his hand to her chin. “Your honesty will be rewarded. But first, let’s set some boundaries for this Scene.”
    The tension in her stiffly held shoulders immediately subsided with the slow release of her breath. “Yes,” she said, the relief communicated in her eyes.
    Idly, his thumb caressed the soft skin on the underside of her chin. His only contact with her at the moment. “Let’s start with what excites you,” he said gently. “When I ask you about something, answer me honestly. No moderating your responses. Do you understand?”
    Her lips compressed, her muscles tightening once again. “Yes.”
    “Good.” He rewarded her by rubbing the pad of his thumb over the lush skin of her bottom lip. Her eyelids drifted down in a sensual half closed flutter. “Does the thought of bondage excite you?”
    A pause. “Yes.”
    “Blindfolds?”
    Her eyes closed like she was testing the thought. “Yes.”
    “Nipple clamps?”
    Her eye flew open, followed by