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with pleasantries, although they both knew he couldn’t afford not to do as she’d asked. He hadn’t forgotten—he’d simply thought she wouldn’t carry out her threat.
    He didn’t know her very well.
    It seemed she’d still held on to a sliver of that stubbornness…

    * * * *

    My pet,
    Good news. Jacobson has decided to work with us after all. What do you say we celebrate this evening? The paddle again? Or would you rather I visit the store and pick up something new? The choice is yours, my sub with a touch of Dom. All yours.

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    Natalie Dae

    Excerpt

    Chapter One

    I needed him—now.
    The anticipation of tonight, the luxurious weekend stretching ahead, had burned me inside and out all day. Thoughts of Kline, drifts of memories, and the teasing images of what he did to me had taunted, as though tangible—real things with a mind of their own that knew which buttons to press in order to torment me. He’d arrive home soon, but not soon enough, and we’d go to the hotel, play out our fantasies for hours until the time came to return here. To a life like any other, where no one except those at the BDSM club we attended knew our particular desires.
    I had packed our things earlier—paddles, handcuffs, silk scarves and a slim vibrator—with almost idle movements, knowing many hours needed to pass before we’d actually use them. The rest of the day had been spent in tense expectancy in our new home, the hands on the clock shifting too slowly, the tick an interminable, mocking jeer in the background. I wondered, too many times to count, what Kline was doing at any given moment, envisaged him trying to get through the day like I was. Did he long to rush home during lunch, or take the afternoon off and whisk me away early? I hoped he did, hoped he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
    And, God, did I want him.
    A stiff breeze soughed through the open window, chilling my legs as I rested naked on our bed, suitcase beside me where Kline should have been. I looked at it, a poor substitute for the dark-haired, broad-shouldered man who had the ability to send me to my knees. To beg. To plead. To border on screaming the safe word just so that he would stop paddling or smacking, plunge inside me and fuck me senseless.
    Nipples standing erect from more than just the cold air, I rose and walked over to the window, stared at the billowing curtains, more for something to do than anything else. I strained to hear the sound of his car as it rumbled up the lane running along the front of our property. We had previously lived in a New York City apartment block, our weekends away giving us the freedom to fuck and scream and come loudly without bothering the neighbours. But those weekends hadn’t been enough, and we made a snap decision to relocate to the outskirts where our house stood alone with no one to hear us at night—or during the day if we were home and had a mind to fuck. It had been a good decision, but the weekends away hadn’t stopped, and I wasn’t sorry about that. They were a special part of our relationship and always would be. We looked forward to them, and I was as eager now as I had been that first time, the promise of heady sex and being together with no stress a huge factor in keeping those weekend dates.
    I sighed, wishing I heard his tyres crunching over the gravel drive, the popping sounds growing louder as he drew closer.
    Closer to holding me in his arms and kissing the monotony of the day away.
    Fuck, I loved him.
    The drapes no longer held my attention, and I sat on the window seat, settling my gaze on smooth legs that would soon jolt with every smack of the paddle, judder when he sank his cock inside me, and finally give way altogether when I could stand no more. I loved it when that happened, when he owned me totally and I was at his complete mercy. Kline had a habit of breaking me every time, honing in on my weakest