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stop, and no punishment ever occurred when a safe word was spoken.
    Her hand didn’t even shake when she signed the contract and wondered what she’d just done.
    Mark slid the contract over and signed it. When he placed it back in the briefcase, she knew the business had begun, and she was now Mark Conners’s submissive.
     
    THE INTENSE RELIEF Mark felt was more than he’d expected. This wasn’t the first time he’d signed a contract with a submissive. It wasn’t the first time he’d targeted a woman and won. It was the first time he’d experienced anxiety that she might say no.
    He hadn’t known when Anelda Armstrong’s personnel file crossed his desk that she was going to occupy his mind so often. Whenever he gathered information on companies, he researched thoroughly, and somewhere along the way, he’d crossed an invisible line with Nell. All the other women he’d dominated had been under the “easy come, easy go” category. He couldn’t put Nell into that category at all.
    Her fingers were clenched, and her gaze focused on the table. She was rigid, her back straight, but her head bent. He studied her closely now that she belonged to him. The surge of satisfaction in his chest was out of proportion to the situation. She was a submissive. She was a woman who wanted to have kinky sex. That was all it was, nothing more.
    “First things first,” he said, his voice sounding strained to his own ears. “Sex is negotiable, Anelda.” He rose to his feet and held out his hand. “Do you want to make sex a part of this?”
    He didn’t want to give her the choice. He wanted to take that decision away, to demand what he was sure they both wanted. Yet he also knew she’d look back on this moment and resent that he’d taken away her choice. So he forced her to decide.
    She gazed at his hand, and he remained still. “Do you, Sir?”
    His breath left him. Shit. She had no fucking idea what she did to him, how she tormented him. Few women he knew were natural submissives, instinctively plugging into that dominant part of him that wanted to take all the decisions away from her. The tone of her voice, the trembling of her hand all told him that she meant exactly what she said. She would give up her will to defer to him.
    But he didn’t want that…yet. Not for this. “Anelda, I want you more than I want to breathe, but I will not violate our agreement. I respect us both too much for that.”
    The moment was charged with an emotion he couldn’t put a finger on, but when her stare swerved to focus on his face, he sensed electricity between them.
    She swallowed and placed her hand in his, squeezing it as if she hung on to a lifeline. “I wanted you the minute I saw you. Is that crazy, Sir?”
    Slow and easy. He had to go slow and easy. At this rate, he’d come in his pants before he laid a finger on her. Deliberately, he used her given name to keep control uppermost in his mind. As he gently pulled her to her feet, he kept his gaze on her face, reading the myriad of emotions that flashed in her eyes. “No, Anelda. It isn’t crazy.”
    He tipped her chin and leaned down. This kiss, this moment that he’d craved and plotted for was one he hungered to savor. She parted her lips, and he resisted the urge to swoop in. She would know his possession soon enough. For now, he wanted to touch her, cherish her.
    In an instant, he sensed the deep well of passion inside her, the warmth, the love she kept beneath her cold exterior. He wanted it, needed it, in a way he hadn’t felt before. It startled him and made his heart accelerate. Whether his pulse increased because he was aroused or terrified was unclear, and he set those thoughts aside to focus on the task at hand.
    Relaxed, she was molded to him, fitted over his arm like a rare silk tie. She whimpered against his mouth, and he growled. His cock jumped, and he tightened his hold, some distant voice in his head reminding him not to crush her. She wound her arms around