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rose to her knees before him, her arms outstretched in supplication. “Please, please, David. I didn’t want…I don’t want to hurt you.”
    He reached down and hauled her up by the elbows, their faces an inch apart. “No. You want me to hurt you . Right?”
    She licked her lips and nodded. “Please?”

Chapter 3
    Dave threw open the curtains, letting in the moonlight. He stripped his T-shirt from Shari, took the flashlight he’d placed on the dresser earlier and turned it on. He played it over her body, examining her.
    “There aren’t any bruises. Why not?”
    She stood stock still, her voice quivering. “Didn’t you ever wonder why we never made love with the lights on? And you came to my apartment at night and usually left while I was neatly tucked under the covers with the shades drawn.” She took a deep breath. “And when you fucked me, hard, in that alley, it was dark, too. Remember?” Her body started trembling, but she didn’t move. “The bruises faded.” She gulped in air. “I thought, I hoped, we would make love this weekend with the lights on.” She sank to her knees, her head in her hands. “I thought maybe…maybe I could tell you and you wouldn’t…hate me.”
    “I don’t hate you.” His soft voice wrapped around her heart. She heard the sound of the lamp clicking on and saw the dim glow pooling on the floor.
    “In fact…Look at me, Shari.”
    She lifted her eyes and gazed into his.
    “Get the case.”
    She made as if to stand.
    “No. Crawl and get it.”
    Shari tried not to hope. Could he possibly mean it? She got up on all fours and moved toward the suitcase.
    “Pick out your favorites and bring them over here.”
    Shari’s heart raced. Her fingers fumbled as she made her selection. She started to crawl back, but Dave stopped her.
    “Just bring them to the bed, Shari, and join me.”
    *
    Dave stretched out on the lumpy mattress and waited. Well, he wanted to know more about Shari, and he certainly did now. His mouth grew as dry as the dust beneath the couch in the living room as Shari approached the bed.
    His thoughts raced.
    Hell, he should have realized. He never had to be too gentle with her. She gave as good as she got and then some if he asked for it. But if he were honest with himself, at the back of his mind, he always felt she never quite let go completely.
    Now he knew he had been right.
    And now he didn’t need to restrain his own desires. He could be as rough as he wanted to a point. “What do you have?”
    Shari held out her hands. In one, she had a set of cuffs; in the other, nipple clamps.
    Dave chuckled. “If I had known you wanted to be cuffed, I would have brought my pair from work.”
    Shari smiled tentatively. “Yours aren’t padded in faux fur. I wouldn’t think you used yours for anything other than cuffing dangerous people.”
    Dave’s growled whisper caressed her. “You’re dangerous to my peace of mind. What about a collar? Do you wear one?”
    “No, but I do have one. I don’t like giving up all my control.” She gave him a teasing glance. “Sometimes I like to be in charge. You certainly seem to know about these things.”
    This time Dave couldn’t keep in the laughter. “Babe, I’ve been working vice for a few years now. You don’t think I’ve learned anything?” He leaned forward and patted the bed. “Get over here. Now. I want you within reach.”
    Shari put one knee on the mattress, and he hauled her into his arms. He gripped her chin and she opened her lips, allowing him to plunge his tongue deep within and tangle with hers.
    With one quick motion, he shifted her so that she straddled him, her shaved pussy rubbing against his arousal. He reached between them and pressed down on the throbbing little bundle of nerves.
    Her breath hissed between her teeth, and she wrenched her mouth away. She stared at him and licked her lips.
    “Put the clamps on me. Please?”
    Dave gazed at the interlocking metal circles and then at Shari. Her