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handled some of the most sensitive material for Sunsoon. You were highly respected by everyone who knew you. If you had fallen apart or if you had bitterly opposed ConFed, the merger wouldn’t have been successful. We had to know the risks.”
    “You knew.” They’d all guessed what she was, what she hungered for. Why did she feel betrayed? Why was it worse thinking that he had targeted her the way he targeted one of the companies he wanted? She closed her eyes. “This is another power play.”
    “Look at me,” he demanded in a harsh tone. When she opened her eyes and met his angry stare, a thrill of fear shot through her veins. There was something so arousing yet terrifying about the way his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. “The power play is over, Ms. Armstrong. We won. Read the contract and sign it.”
    “You’re angry with me.” It bothered her. But she felt boxed in, trapped.
    “Yes, I am,” he stated, and she gasped. “I had a well-thought-out plan to win you over, charm you, and you decided to make an inebriated declaration that has sped this up more than I meant to.” He placed the pen in her nerveless fingers. “So, yes, I’m angry with you.”
    He’d had a plan? She stared down at the page and tried to read it. The perfect secretary was nowhere to be found. Tears blurred her vision. It hadn’t been an accident, a quirk of drunken fate that had brought her here to this room, this moment. He’d wanted her, planned for her. That didn’t sound like a man just wanting a quick fuck.
    And there it was. That was what was bothering her. Part of her believed that she was some project, a bet, a dare, something inconsequential like a purchase order. She felt like a company being raided and examined instead of a woman. Yet the feeling of being overcome and overwhelmed by a man was intensely exciting. It was as if she didn’t know herself anymore. Even though she wanted to be taken over, it still felt wrong to want it so much.
    “Nell,” he said, his tone softer. “Relationships are complicated enough without kink. Add that and it’s damn near impossible. Sign the contract, and we’ll have my version of a first date.”
    She laughed, a short explosion of sound that took all the tension out of the moment. “All right. I’m pretty sure waking up naked in man’s bed precludes a first date, but I’ll go along.”
    The contract was actually a well-written piece of work. In every single paragraph was the understanding that she consented, that she agreed to use a safe word, that she and Mark practiced safe play. There were elaborate definitions explaining Mark’s role as her Dominant and her role as his submissive.
    His list of responsibilities was long and interesting. He was to maintain her physical and emotional safety at all times. He was to remind her of her safe word every hour if not more frequently. He was responsible for safe sex, which was surprisingly optional, her pain level, and her health during the length of the contract. It seemed to Nell that he was responsible for a lot. It never occurred to her that a Dominant would be required to care for a submissive so conscientiously.
    Hints of such considerations were everywhere online, but this was the first time she had experienced it. She’d seen evidence of caring Dominants online, but not in written form, like a contract. Of course, she had never heard of a Dominant obtaining a submissive in this manner either.
    There was an entire paragraph on punishment and what sort of things could be used. Some of them sounded downright scary. Restraints, ball gags, clit stimulators set on a very low level for sixty minutes, flogging, caning, clothespins. Clothespins?
    But the last paragraph was the most important and the one that answered her concern about speaking up. Absolutely no stipulation within the contract overrode the submissive’s or the Dominant’s right to safety. If at any time the submissive or the Dominant felt unsafe, play would