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look on her very much. There was something so deliciously
intimate about seeing her in my clothes. I’d never really had a
girlfriend before, not like this. I’d had my name linked with
others, most recently Mandy Monroe, but I was always on the go and it
made it easy to go in separate directions. I’d always wanted it
that way. Now I didn’t want Ana out of my sight.
    My fingers joining hers
on the keyboard, we began creating something together, starting off
simple then blending into a more complex melody. I’d bring us back
to the chorus and she’d take it somewhere else. Then she’d bring
us back and I’d build on it, see where it led. It was exactly like
having a conversation, only I was better at this than at words. I’d
always been better with music, communicating with my hands. And my
body.
    “Do you remember our
conversation from last night?” I asked as our fingers played over
the keys.
    The blush on her cheeks
grew deeper this time, blooming there from deep within. “Yesterday
is kind of blurry. I remember feeling really out of it.”
    I played a few keys,
the soundtrack of feeling so blue.
    “And I remember you
kidnapped me,” she continued.
    I played sounds of a
sinister villain stealing away the heroine from a classic Western.
“Then I gave you a bath,” I added, moving my fingers up the keys,
remembering how her skin had felt, so warm and soft as I lathered and
massaged her.
    “That was good,”
she agreed, feeding notes into my tapestry of sound.
    “And then we climbed
in bed together,” I added, softly. “Do you remember that?”
    The intake of her
breath, her nipples ripe and pebbling under my soft, thin T-shirt.
She remembered.
    “We talked about you
surrendering to me. Giving up control. I’d very much like to do
that with you. I’d like to tie you up. Blindfold you and play with
you. What do you think of that, Ana?” I took my hands off the keys
and brought them to her waist.
    She inhaled at my
touch, my fingers seeming to electrify her. “I’m not sure.”
    “Are you curious?”
A smile played at the corner of my mouth. I could tell she was, but I
wanted to hear her confess it.
    “Yes,” she answered
shyly, her head tilting down.
    “You don’t have to
be shy with me, Ana.” I took her chin in my hand and brought her
head up so I could meet her eyes level. “You don’t have to hide
anything.”
    Her lips parted at my
suggestion. She wanted to go there with me, she just needed the right
invitation. She needed to feel safe.
    “I want to take
control, Ana.” I caressed a finger down her face, her smooth skin,
and she leaned into my touch. “But you can always tell me to stop.”
    She opened up her eyes
and looked into mine. “Are you going to hurt me?”
    “No, baby, not like
that.” I kissed her and gave her a reassuring embrace. “I don’t
want to beat you or whip you or any of that hardcore play. There
might be a little pain, but I’m not a sadist. I’m dominant. Let
me show you the difference.”
    I wanted to lean down
and capture her lips with mine, feast on her, but I needed to give
her this space, this distance in which to make her decision. I could
feel her teetering on the edge, wanting to take the plunge, but I
couldn’t push her over. If I did, I’d run the risk of her
spluttering with indignation when she surfaced. No, this had to be
her choice. She had to relinquish control to me.
    “Do you trust me?”
I asked her, unable to stop myself from leaning in for a nibble. Her
neck felt so sweet, her light scent and smooth skin a rare delicacy.
    Her breath caught in
her throat, right where I licked and sucked. “Yes,” she breathed,
her body still tense. But tension could be good. Tension could build
and heighten the ultimate release.
    “Then let me play,
Anika. I’ll make it good for you.” I trailed kisses along the
edge of the collar of the T-shirt she wore. I wanted it off. As I
murmured into her skin, “No one has to know,” a shiver traveled
up