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to take it easy for your first time.”
    First time?
    She stumbled backward. “I can’t do this again.”
    He frowned. “I did hurt you. Or did I frighten you? Tell me.”
    His concern was touching, but she couldn’t let it affect her. “No. I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. You didn’t frighten me. The experience actually wasn’t as rough as I imagined it could be.”
    He stepped closer to her then and his eyes sparkled. “There is much more for you to experience. I would be delighted to show you more another time.”
    Chills of excitement skimmed along her skin but…no, she couldn’t do this again. This wasn’t who she was. “I explained to you that I came here for a one-time experience. I wanted to know what it was like. That was all.”
    “And what did you discover, Julianne?”
    He pinned her with his gaze and she felt naked and exposed in more ways than one. She turned away from him and grabbed her panties from where they lay on the floor. Her thoughts were so jumbled it was as if once her mind gave up control, it didn’t want to take it back. She ignored him and stepped into her thong. When she turned around, she found Paolo had come up silently behind her.
    “Don’t tell me you can walk away after what you experienced tonight,” he said darkly.
    She absently rubbed her wrists. She swore she could still feel the cuffs wrapped around them. “Of course I can.” She would ignore the crazy desire to feel them again.
    She picked up her skirt and then lifted her chin as she stared at him. If only she could forget the way it had felt to kneel before him, his cock plunging between her lips. If only she could forget the way it had felt to be hanging from the ceiling, the spanking he delivered warming her body, heating her need. Her body heated even now as she remembered, as she longed to experience it again. But this wasn’t her life. It couldn’t be. “I’ve had my fantasy. Now I have to walk away.”
    “Don’t go.” He reached out and wrapped his long fingers around her arm and she dropped her skirt to the floor. “Please.” The stark emotion in his voice surprised her. “I saw your reactions, Julianne, felt your submission as soon as you walked in the door. Bondage is more than a fantasy to you.”
    She couldn’t move and it had nothing to do with his hand on her arm. “I don’t know what you mean.” But she did and the implications frightened her.
    He ran his hand over her hair, stroking her as he had when she first came into this room. It seemed as if that had been a lifetime ago. “You crave the bondage, Julianne. You need it now, like you need food to eat and air to breathe.” He traced her bottom lip with his finger. “To deny it will leave you hungry. Thirsty. You may not die without it, but you won’t really live either.”
    “But what does that make me?” she cried. “I am more than a man’s plaything.”
    He drew her into his arms and she went willingly, resting her head on his muscular shoulder. “Of course you are. You are a strong, intelligent woman. You run a successful business. None of that will change. But to recognize the need you have to surrender to the bondage, to find your pleasure when you please another, will only add another dimension to your life.”
    She relaxed as he rubbed her back and spoke the reassuring words in his musical voice. He made her believe it might be possible.
    He stepped away and looked into her eyes. “Let me show you how you can weave this part of your life into the rest. Let me show you how you can actually live out your fantasies.”
    She did want to know if it was really possible. She also realized how much she wanted to see Paolo again. “Do you help a lot of women with their fantasies?” She hoped she didn’t sound as jealous as she was afraid she did.
    “Let me rephrase,” he said quietly, seriously. “I have helped many women with their fantasies, in the past, when I used to attend play parties at BDSM clubs. That’s not