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lit
candles, dimmed lights, and chose her favorite mood music from her
iPod.
    Next she pulled the red satin and black lace
heart g-string from the bag he’d brought and handed it to him.
“Take your clothes off and put this on while I’m gone.”
    “But, I thought—this is yours!”
    The look of horror on Chas’s face came near
to ruining Delilah’s act. She controlled the grin that threatened
by glaring at him with narrowed eyes and pursed lips. “No, pet.
Tonight, they’re yours .” She turned her back on him and
strode over to her closet, taking out her boots and domme outfit.
The smile she sent him as she slowly swept the door to the master
bath closed had become her signature in the business; it was one of
dark desire and profound promise, and it gave her an unimaginable
thrill when she saw the primal heated response from him in the
flare of his nostrils and the sharp intake of breath.
    “See you in a moment,” she purred.
    Thankfully, she’d placed her Kama sutra
picture book on a shelf in the bathroom cabinet and she took a
brief moment to study a few of the photographs, memorizing hand and
body placement.
    Finally, she took in a deep breath and closed
the glossy cover. Okay. You can do this. Her hand shook a
little as she returned the book to its hiding place on the back of
the third shelf. Just do your routine. No big deal. She
nibbled on her thumbnail. Only this time, you’ll follow through
with the promise.
    * * *
    Chas was so turned on, he could hear the rush
of blood through his veins. He resisted an urge to readjust his
cock inside the satin-soft g-string. Down boy. He was
seriously out of his element and just about as embarrassed as he’d
ever been, but hot for it, too. Except, of course, there’d be no
sex between them. She didn’t have sex with her submissives, she’d
told him so. His honorable intentions toward her were safe
tonight.
    He looked around the room for about the
thirtieth time. Decadent. That’s what this was. But—okay—fun.
    The music she’d chosen was—interesting.
Electronic. Eerie, sexy, moody, and slow, with a female voice
running through it that seemed more instrument than tale-teller.
There was a promise of depraved sexual encounter inherent in its
tone. It made him jittery all over again.
    Nothing was turning out as he’d expected.
There were the nerves, for one thing. Plus this out of control
thing was really doing a number on him. He’d had the notion that it
would be more—something—a give-and-take thing, he guessed? Except
with toys and leather. But it wasn’t that way at all, and part of
him—a surprisingly large part, in fact—didn’t give a damn. Which
was scary as hell.
    He heard the sound of the faucet in the next
room. Goosebumps formed on his arms. What other crazy stuff was she
going to want him to do? Would handcuffs be involved?
    Before his imagination had traveled more than
a pace down that path of sexual intrigue, she was there in the
doorway. A sinful, dangerous silhouette holding her black leather
flogger in one hand and dangling a blindfold in the other. The
image decimated his tenaciously held honor and captured his starved
libido in one fell swoop.
    She walked over to him, standing mere feet
from where he sat. “Stand, pet.”
    He did as he was told, unable to keep his
eyes from returning to her whip every second or so.
    Her eyes goggled at the obvious state of his
arousal, but only for a flash of a second, before she shuttered the
look behind a mien of authority once more. “Don’t look at me, look
at the floor.”
    He dropped his gaze.
    “Now, there are a few ground rules we need to
get straight before we begin. Say ‘yes, mistress’.”
    “Yes, mistress.”
    “My name is Mistress Domnonea. What is my
name?”
    Mistress Domnonea? He hadn’t expected
that. “Mistress Domnonea,” he told her.
    “Good.” The thwack-swish of the
flogger against her thigh-high boot made him startle. He
tensed.
    “This next is extremely