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further, there are some rules we need to establish.”
    “Okay.”
    “If things get too heavy or you need a time-out, say yellow and I’ll stop what I’m doing. We’ll discuss what’s happening, slow things down to give you time to process.”
    She nodded.  
    “Don’t just nod. Let me hear it, Leah.”
    “Yellow.”
    He continued. “If I do something that hurts you or that you absolutely don’t want, use the word red. As soon as you say that, I’ll stop and I won’t do it again. Ever.”
    “Red means stop.”
    He brushed a stray tendril of hair away from her cheek. He found it virtually impossible to keep himself from touching her. “But be warned, Leah. If you say red, there’s no going back. Red is forever and saying it three times is the equivalent of three strikes, you’re out.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean BDSM isn’t for the fainthearted. If you feel the need to keep stopping, there’s a good chance this lifestyle isn’t for you. There’s nothing wrong with that. Don’t do anything tonight simply because you hope it will please me or because of that damned pride of yours.”
    She rolled her eyes, but he wouldn’t be deterred. “I mean it. There’s no shame in admitting I don’t like this . You’re new to the concept, and you planned this trip so you could explore. That’s what we’re going to do. Test your boundaries, maybe uncover some kinks.”
    She grinned. “Never really thought of myself as a kinky girl. I like it.”
    He didn’t laugh, though she meant her joke to be funny. “That’s what I’m trying to explain to you, Leah. You could just as easily discover you aren’t. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
    She sobered up. “I understand what you’re saying.”
    “There’s only one thing you could do tonight that would truly anger me and that’s lie about what you want. What we do together is meant to bring you pleasure. It’s not something for you to endure. Don’t be afraid to use those words. I’d be far more annoyed if you let me do something that caused you genuine pain or fear and you said nothing. Do you understand?”
    “Yes.”
    Sawyer took a deep breath. He’d never wanted—needed—a night to be perfect. He’d waited a lifetime to get Leah Hollister into his bed, and he was determined to make this weekend one she would never forget.
    “Get undressed.”
    She paused and, for a moment, he feared she was having second thoughts. “Leah?”
    She looked down. “You may have to help me with this damn corset. Stacey tied it so tight, I can barely breathe. There’s no way I can escape the torture chamber on my own.”
    He frowned when he realized she was suffering. “Turn around.”  
    She blinked at his harsh tone, but he didn’t give her time to respond. Instead he gripped her shoulders and twisted her so he could tackle the knot at the base of her spine. She wasn’t lying about the tension.
    “Don’t ever wear a corset this tight again. It’s dangerous.”
    Leah didn’t reply, but he didn’t miss her deep sigh of relief when he loosened the stiff material. Reaching around her, he unfastened the hooks, enjoying the sensation of holding her in his arms. Leah rested her head on his shoulder and again he was overwhelmed by her innate trust in him. She lifted her arms at his silent bidding, and he peeled the leather away from her body. Even in the dim lighting, he could see the deep ridges the corset left in her pale skin. She’d obviously spent that past few hours in discomfort.
    He touched them softly, not pulling away when Leah jerked slightly. She glanced over her shoulder at him, but he couldn’t look away from her back. In the past, he’d seen similar marks on other lovers. For some reason, those images hadn’t bothered him. With Leah, the defender within reared his ugly head and roared.
    “Don’t ever hurt yourself like this again, Leah.”
    She shuddered at his harsh tone, but he didn’t bother to soften it. He’d tried to ease