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    She was already dozing when Mike pulled out of her with a sigh. She decided then that she’d sleep on her flight. She was barely paying attention when Mike freed her ankles. She moved to stand up, but he flipped her over the back of the armchair. She landed with her legs up and her back on the seat. Before she could move, her ankles were taped together. Mike quickly wound the tape around her hips, binding her in a kneeling posture. She struggled as he picked her up into his arms.
    What was he doing?
    She was going to miss her flight!
    “Mike will be back soon,” he whispered to her, still playing their game. “This time, he’d going to find out how bad you are, Joanna. Maybe he won’t marry you. Maybe he’ll just abandon you and you can be all mine.”
    Joanna tried to cry out that there was no time, that she had to go to the airport soon, but Mike ignored her. To her dismay, he put her into one of the large moving cartons that they’d emptied. He sat her on the bottom, then jammed packing materials all around her. She couldn’t even wriggle and certainly couldn’t kick the sides of the box to draw attention to herself.
    “All these cartons,” he whispered even as adrenaline shot through her. “How long will it take Mike to find you?”
    Joanna tried to shout but no sound came out. Burglar Mike closed the box and she heard him tape it shut. It was dark in the box. She heard other empty boxes being moved to either side and on top, then Mike’s whisper came through the crack.
    “It’s not your choice, Joanna. You’re powerless. Admit that you’re out of control and enjoy yourself.”
    Joanna wriggled. She squirmed and she tried to cry out. She made no difference in her situation at all.
    “Rex used to have a list,” he whispered and Joanna’s thoughts flew.
    She remembered that list. It had been what she’d had to beg for, before Rex would take her into the Plume that first time—even if he didn’t, not then.
    “I surrender to desire,” Mike whispered.
    Joanna repeated the sentence in her thoughts.
    “To be trussed and tied,” he continued, as if he’d given her time to repeat the words.
    Joanna did, if silently.
    “To be harnessed and hog-tied.”
    Joanna again let the words echo in her thoughts. She felt her sex begin to tingle and admitted to herself that this was exciting. She had to forget about her plan. She had to trust Mike.
    “To be shackled and shared,” he continued and she shivered.
    That was the best part, being shackled and shared. Joanna thought the words and a delicious sense of powerlessness flooded through her.
    “You’re mine,” he said, and she knew it was true.
    “All mine, forever,” he added, and Joanna didn’t want to be anywhere else. “I’ll do what I want to you, when I want to do it. You’ll thank me and beg for more, from now through the end of time.”
    Joanna nodded to herself, knowing that was exactly true.
    “Wait until Mike finds you.” He chuckled then she heard him go into the bedroom. He came back wearing his boots and she strained her ears until she heard him leave the apartment and the deadbolt lock.
    He was gone.
    She was abandoned.
    She was captive.
    Helpless.
    Joanna nearly came right then and there. She tipped back her head and closed her eyes, letting the liberating sense of futility wash over her. Her sex was practically buzzing, her anticipation rising with record speed, but then it was easy to imagine all the ways Mike could punish her.
    He left her time to think about it.
    He left her time to realize that he was ensuring she missed her flight.
    He left her time to recognize how much she liked when he impulsively mixed things up.
    He left her time to get so hot and horny that she was sure she’d come with a single touch.
    Then Joanna heard the keys in the lock of the door. She smelled pizza and knew the next part of the game was on. Her heart skipped a beat, then pounded hard. Her sex throbbed with hunger.
    Mike played it