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unable to stop herself.
    He smiled, then grew serious as he considered her question. “I enjoy being the Dominant.” His voice grew softer, huskier, and he leaned in. “I find it very erotic to have a woman submit to my will and to give her pleasure that takes her completely out of herself until she can think of nothing but me.” If only she were typing this interview instead of recording it; she was unable to look away from his intense gaze. His eyes never left hers as he continued. “I like to take a woman to her limits and feel that control, that sense of power over her orgasm. It’s…well, it’s heady.” He set his cup down and leaned back in his chair.
    “And you have women in your life who like this?”
    “Is it so hard to believe?”
    Bridget paused, not sure how to answer. “It seems so…” She paused, searching for the right word. “Well, controlling. How can a woman want to give up that kind of control?” Even as she said it, though, she felt a tingle of arousal, a few erotic scenes slipping into her mind unbidden, moments from her favorite kinky fantasies. Being tied down, someone else’s hands running over her sensitive skin…
    His voice brought her back. “Giving up control can be very erotic. The idea that your pleasure is beyond your responsibility, that someone can give and take that pleasure away while you’re helpless…” He leaned in again. “Haven’t you ever thought about it?”
    She swallowed and noticed him noticing her swallow. “I don’t know if that’s the scene for me. I can’t say it’s something I’ve ever tried.”
    “You never had a lover tie you to the bed?” His hand rested on the table so close to hers that she could feel the warmth. His voice felt like a caress on her skin.
    Did fantasies count? “No. But back to you. You have…sex slaves? Sort of?”
    Max smiled, giving Bridget the idea that she was being laughed at. “I’m not interested in having a live-in slave. I don’t want a woman who submits to me other than sexually. Some people, men and women, have complete Master/slave relationships that make them both very happy. The slave serves all the time, cooking and cleaning, and in return is loved and cherished by the Master. That’s not my particular kink.”
    “So only in the bedroom.”
    “Oh, not only in the bedroom.” he corrected quickly, still smiling. “That wouldn’t be very fun at all. One of my favorite things to do is to sexualize someone’s entire day, to keep her aroused in everything she does. But it’s always, always about the sexuality for me. The arousal, the gratification, the orgasm. Not, however, always about intercourse.”
    “So you don’t have sex slaves, you have submissives?” Bridget was still trying to understand without obsessing on the idea of Max keeping her aroused for an entire day.
    “No, it’s not like that. I don’t really ‘have’ anyone. There are women with whom I get together when we want to play. Sometimes they get together with other people instead of with me. I’m not exclusive with anyone.”
    “But how would this work in a relationship?” She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand.
    “That’s a great question.” Max paused, thinking. “It can work many different ways. Again, it’s about what people are into. For me, when we’re not being sexual, I want a partner who can be her own woman, who’d stand up to me, but who would be completely at my mercy in the bedroom.” His eyes seemed to darken as she stared into them, her drink forgotten. “The proverbial bedroom,” he added. “That bedroom might include the backseat of a car or a dark nightclub too.”
    Bridget swallowed, mouth dry again. She remembered her Frappuccino and took a sip. “All right. But you’ve never had that kind of relationship?”
    “No. None of the women I play with are women I’d want for a relationship. And of the women I’ve wanted for a relationship, none of them are into my kinks.” Max shrugged