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he’d been invited to be part of her fantasy. Just like that.
    Shara glared at him. “Because I thought I would like that you plan everything.”
    “Do you?”
    She gritted her teeth. “You already know I do.”
    Damon laughed, liking that they were in agreement about the scene. “How did you find me?” he insisted. “There must have been dozens of guys to choose from.”
    She nodded, her gaze turning wary. “I picked three hot guys, but they said one wasn’t available. The Phoenix suggested you instead.”
    So, he had friends in high places. Damon liked that. He ran a fingertip down the length of her. “You know what they say about being second choice?”
    “It means you have to try harder.”
    Damon grinned. “Exactly.” He stood back, arms folded across his chest, and watched her wriggle. “Helpless?” he asked when her struggling subsided.
    “Yes, and you know it.” A glint of humor lit her eyes. “Because you planned it that way. I’ll bet you planned what time I get to orgasm.”
    “If I planned for you to,” he said, liking how dismayed she looked. “We did talk about punishment if you disobeyed, and I’d have to say that running away counts as disobedience.”
    “You’re wicked.”
    “No, I’m very, very good.” Damon bent down and kissed her ear before he whispered. “And you counted on that, too.”
    Shara almost smiled. “I did, but this is more than I expected.”
    “Too much?”
    “Almost.”
    She was flushed and her eyes were bright, as if she were a bit freaked out. Damon noted she was still surreptitiously fighting her bonds. “Would a blindfold make it easier?”
    Her gaze darted around the room. “I don’t know. I’ve only fantasized about this. The real thing is a bit intense.”
    “It’s supposed to be.”
    She nodded agreement and swallowed.
    “A blindfold helps some people surrender to the moment.”
    Shara eyed him with new interest. “How often have you done this?”
    “Often enough to anticipate your reactions.”
    “Okay.” She took a couple of breaths, as if to steady herself. “I’ll try it because this is freaking me out a bit.”
    “We could stop.”
    Shara shook her head so quickly he was pleased. “Oh no. You’re not doing this much to me then stopping. I have to know.” She almost laughed. “The thing is that being out of control is a little bit different in real life.”
    “Maybe you want to be overwhelmed. To fight back a bit, but lose in the end.”
    She nibbled her bottom lip and the sight excited him. “I think you’re right.”
    “Tell me what you liked so far.”
    “So you can fine tune your future plan?”
    Damon grinned. “Exactly. Mutual pleasure is the point.”
    That seemed to reassure her. She smiled at him. “I liked the sedative. I liked the feel of your hand behind the cloth, holding me down.” She shivered. “I liked your hand on me in the bar, the leather of your gloves soft on my puss, but your grip firm.”
    “I did, too,” Damon admitted, knowing his excitement showed. “All of it.” Shara didn’t flinch but held his gaze, a flush rising on her cheeks. “I like this, too.”
    “Yes,” she said, struggling again then exhaling. “So do I.” She eyed him for a moment, then frowned a little. “But do I know you from somewhere?”
    “No.” Damon picked up a length of black cloth and wound it over his hands. “How about this for a blindfold? It’s soft and thick, knots easily and can be tugged tight.”
    “Sounds perfect.” She was breathless, and the scent of her puss was filling the room.
    Doman let her watch him play with the length of cloth and saw her gaze brighten in anticipation. He moved toward her with deliberate steps, stalking her even though she was bound, and she struggled once more.
    “Let’s see if you like the feel of it,” he purred, then slid the cloth against her mouth. She rubbed her skin against it, her eyes sparkling with desire.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Then kiss it,” he