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picture, or even a real picture of himself. You never knew when it
came to dating sites. But when it came down to it, he looked good.
Real good.
    Great features, nice build. His blond hair
looked thick and she imagined sliding her fingers into the soft
silk of it. He was dressed professionally—pressed button-down
shirt, tailored tan slacks. It was easy to tell he was in shape by
the way his clothes fit him.
    On her shelf of research books at home she
had a book titled The Psychopath Next Door. She wondered if maybe
she should have read it before meeting him. She sure wasn’t getting
any vibes that screamed “danger!” but maybe she just didn’t know
how to read the signs.
    No, it was just the opposite when he’d first
taken her hand and hugged her. He’d felt safe. Yeah, but weren’t
psychopaths often the last people on earth you’d expect to be
serial killers?
    The corner of his mouth turned up in a way
that reflected the hint of naughtiness in his eyes.
    Oh, my.
    “What did you do today?” he asked, as if they
weren’t two strangers who’d had an insane conversation last night
about him stuffing a ball gag in her mouth and hogtying her after
putting clamps on her nipples and paddling her.
    They talked for forty-five minutes. The
conversation was so easy, so natural. He never even brought up the
subject. She liked that he wasn’t pushing that here, instead taking
the time to talk about their background and vanilla interests as he
liked to call them. Anything not a kink interest he called a
vanilla interest. He was so easy to talk with and he made her so
comfortable. He seemed very interested in her and who she was. She
loved the attention.
    She watched how he treated the waitress. He
was confident, funny, in control and natural. Yes, she liked him.
She liked him a lot.
    “I have to admit, it’s strange to be here
with you, in person, knowing the kink side you love,” she said.
“That waitress has no idea what you like.”
    “I was wondering when you would bring that
up,” he said, laughing. “You’re right, the waitress would never
suspect that side of our interest.”
    Rachelle smiled. At the same time she felt a
twist of both nervousness and excitement in her belly. “That is a
good way to put it.”
    “It’s fun to meet knowing that you share my
interests.” He gave her a sensual look that made her heart beat
faster. “I’ll admit I have been picturing you as my personal play
toy.”
    Now that I brought up the subject he’s
jumping right in isn’t he, she thought.
    “Play toy?” She realized she was clenching
her purse when the straps dug into her palms. She relaxed her grip
and made herself set her purse beside her. “What do you mean by
that?”
    Chase braced his forearms on the table and
leaned close. “When you turn over control to me, I’m going to
restrain you and you’ll be mine. You’ll be my play toy. I will do
whatever I want to with you.”
    She swallowed. Images of being tied up and at
his mercy made her throat dry. A combination of fear and excitement
tingled throughout her body and straight between her thighs. She
could see it. She could visualize so easily letting him do whatever
kinky thing he wanted to with her.
    Out of her flipping mind. She was out of her
incredibly suddenly insane mind.
    “Like what?” Her voice was almost a
whisper.
    He leaned back, a lazy grin on his face.
“Let’s say I’m very creative. You’ve seen the pictures I’ve sent
you and heard my descriptions. You just want to hear it from me now
that we’re sitting across from each other.”
    “I guess I do,” she said.
    She glanced up at the server as she stopped
by their table. Chase ordered a beer. She said she wanted a bay
breeze.
    When the server left, Rachelle focused on
Chase again. “What if you have one of those ball gags in my mouth
and I don’t like something you do to me?”
    “You’ll be able to make sounds around the
ball gag,” he said. “I would give you a sound