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without his permission. She smiled to herself—while the cat was away, the mouse would play. She turned the handle and slowly pushed open the door. The light switch was just inside, and she flicked it on. Just like the first time she’d seen it, the room appeared atmospheric and forbidding.
    After closing the door behind her, Zoë moved further into the playroom, tentatively trailing her fingertips over the pieces of bondage furniture. The feel of leather, wood, and cool steel heightened her awareness of what the room had been created for—sexual pleasure and domination.
    She skimmed her hands across his impressive collection of canes, floggers, and whips. Each sported the same black leather handle, with his initials HB embossed on the crown. She figured they’d been made especially for him, at some considerable cost.
    One particular tool of correction caught her attention. Spirals of leather circled a peg. When she lifted it from its mounting, it unraveled, like the coils of a huge angry snake. Surely it must be over eight feet in length. It felt heavy in her hand as she raised it several times trying to crack the whip. It reminded her of the one that Indiana Jones was so fond of.
    Scary .
    The breath hitched in her throat when she thought she heard the front door open, and then close again. She stood motionless for what seemed an eternity, trying to decide whether the noise was for real, or just a figment of her overactive imagination. Hunter had only been gone an hour. Surely he wouldn’t return home so soon? It couldn’t be him. Could it?
    When she heard the stairs creak, Zoë backed instinctively into the corner of the playroom. Shit . It is Hunter. Did he know she was in here? Holding her breath, she heard his footsteps in the hallway. The sound lessened as he moved further away, and she slowly released the air from her lungs. Fuck, that was close.
    Her relief was short-lived when she heard his footsteps return. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. What will he do to me? His shadow drifted under the door, blocking the light from the hall, and she knew he stood motionless on the other side, listening for the slightest sound from her. When she saw the handle slowly begin to turn, her heart spurted adrenaline around her body, initiating a fight-or-flight response.
    Hunter had warned her that if he caught her in here, he’d play for real. Zoë sunk down on her haunches hoping to disappear from view. In a state of intense fear, mixed with unmistakable sexual arousal, she awaited her fate.

Chapter Six
     
    Zoë’s wild, frightened eyes stared back from the corner of the playroom as he swung the door wide open. Like an Olympic sprinter, she was hunkered down, ready to make a break for it. His cock doubled in size as he savored her submissive posture.
    “My, my, what have we here? Looks to me very much like a naughty girl hoping to get caught, and severely punished. You do remember what I told you about coming in here without my permission? Surely your memory isn’t so poor that you’ve forgotten already.” He could just see her tucking something behind the sawhorse. “What are you hiding?”
    “Nothing, Hunter. It’s nothing.”
    “Stand up.”
    When Zoë reluctantly raised herself from her hunched position, he couldn’t take his eyes from her sexy black negligee. His cock hardened further, restrained uncomfortably by his tight leather jeans. Hunter’s gaze took in the delicious swell of her womanly breasts, barely covered by the soft silk. It didn’t take him long to notice her fully aroused nipples, poking enticingly through the thin material.
    Maintaining eye contact, Hunter slowly and deliberately pushed the door shut with a resounding thud, and then turned the heavy ornate key in the lock. After holding it up for her to see, he tucked it into the breast pocket of his leather waistcoat. He smiled at her shocked expression. “That’s right, there’s no escape now, Peaches.”
    “But, Hunter, I was just