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holding them up and letting them swing pendulum style as the metal flashed occasionally when kissed by the rays of the licking flames behind.
    “It’s time for you to make that choice.”
    No doubt he was going to unlock the belt if she agreed to a spanking. She sized up the paddle and decided she could handle it. She’d probably enjoy it, too, but she didn’t want him to know that. Trying to keep her expression unreadable she made her way over to him. “I’m ready.”
    “Good.” He placed the keys on the paddle and then pointed to the stairs. “Here’s your choice. You may go upstairs and walk to the end of the hall where you’ll find the double doors to my room open. To the left of the master bed, there’s a door and through that there’s the room you’ll be sleeping in. Or you can choose this.” He placed his palm over the keys and added, “The paddle, the stool and the way out of the belt.”
    Not what she’d been expecting. She should have known he’d mix things up a little. The fire snapped and crackled as the light it cast haloed around him. She wanted to believe it was the shadows and flares of light that made him look different, but it wasn’t. He didn’t appear to be different. He was different. His demeanor and the way he stood. Even the husky tone of his voice caused tiny tingles to skitter down her spine.
    She put aside her apprehension, her questions and complaints, and indicated to the items on the stool. “All right. I’ll go with these.”
    He looked down and then back up at her. “You’re sure?”
    “Yes.” But she wasn’t sure at all. Her heart raced and so did her pulse. Maybe she was an adrenaline junky because this was the first time she could ever remember being in the same room with a guy breathlessly anticipating what was going to come next. Sure she’d felt this way while they had their sexting sessions, but she’d thought that was due to distance and her using her own imagination to fill the void of not having him present.
    He collected the keys and stared right at her. “Lift up your skirt.”
    She was going to nod, but then she quickly had another look around just in case the butler had returned.
    “Now.”
    Okay, she got it. He was in Dom mode. Nodding, she put her purse down on the ground and without looking at him, she walked around the stool and did as he instructed. She heard one click, then two.
    “Open your legs please.”
    Suddenly the darkness was her friend. At least he wouldn’t see how uncomfortable she was. But then she could take this kind of uncomfortable over the other kind she’d lived with. Biting her lip and holding her breath she waited until the weight was off her. When it was, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then before she changed her mind, she dropped her skirt and turned, bending to get her purse.
    “Lacy.”
    “Give me a sec.” She rummaged through her bag. “Here it is.” Standing, she held out the instructions and warranty to him. “You may as well get a refund as I wasn’t ‘completely’ delighted.”
    One side of his mouth tipped up in a grin she didn’t recognize. The sexy gesture was devious. Devilish and totally trained on her as he tossed the belt onto a leather arm chair that was a few feet from them. “I am. So that”—he gave a curt nod in the general direction of the chai—“is a keeper.”
    “David.” She didn’t know why she felt the need to reason with him. He wasn’t brandishing a power tool this time and yet she was more afraid of him now then she had been earlier today. It made no sense.
    “Take off your clothes.”
    Just like that? She moved to unbutton her blouse and then hesitated. She was going to apologize again, but other words came out of her mouth instead. “What? No foreplay?”
    She envisioned him chuckling or accusing her of having guts like he’d done numerous times before, so when he didn’t, she gasped as he shot forward and took hold of her arms. Dragging her into him so fast her hair