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her into the situation, but it was time to give her a glimpse of what she’d signed on for.
    “Take off the skirt.”
    Sawyer’s hands were balled into fists as he struggled to get a grip. To center himself. In the past, he’d found it very easy to direct his inner dominant. That wasn’t the case with Leah. He wanted too much, too fast. If he didn’t calm down, he was going to fuck up everything. She’d obviously taken more than her fair share of lame lovers in the past. He refused to see his name added to that list because he couldn’t get his shit together.
    Leah unzipped her skirt and shimmied the material over her rounded hips. Mercifully, she wasn’t one of those paper-thin women afraid to eat more than two bites of a meal. Leah had meat on her bones in all the right places—generous hips, an ass that begged to be squeezed, large breasts. She was equal parts soft and firm and made for fucking. His ideal image of feminine beauty.
    Her back was still turned, but Sawyer was in no hurry to rush his first perusal of her bare flesh. He soaked in the sight, committing each tempting curve to memory.
    Once he’d gotten his fill, he said, “Face me.”
    Leah responded instantly, and he was blown away by her obedience. Jesus. She was perfection incarnate. An Amazon at heart, she stood before him, refusing to look away as his gaze drifted over her body. He didn’t bother to hide his appraisal or his approval.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered.
    She smiled gratefully, though her lips parted as if she would protest.  
    He narrowed his eyes in warning. “You’re gorgeous, Leah, and I intend to spend the rest of the evening proving that fact to you.”
    “Tonight isn’t turning out as I expected.”
    He led her to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he gestured for her to join him. “What were you expecting?”
    She shrugged. “I figured I’d meet some bossy, leather-clad guy who’d pull me into the bedroom, tie me up and do unspeakable things to me.”
    Sawyer laughed. “Jesus. And you still came?”
    She crinkled her nose ruefully. “Stupid, right? Guess that goes to show my level of desperation.”
    Sawyer could understand Leah’s reasons for exploring the D/s concept, but he was disturbed by how blindly she’d walked into this house party. It made his blood run cold to think of another man initiating her into the lifestyle without knowing her. If Leah had ended up with the wrong sort of Dom, her experience would have been disastrous.
    Again, the overwhelming need to protect her—this time from herself—bubbled up. “Your friends were wrong to bring you here without preparing you a little better in terms of what to expect.”
    Sawyer stood. “Lie down on the mattress. In the middle.”
    He had a whole list of things he planned to do with and to Leah, but he refused to rush. They would start off slow and build. After all, the night was still young.
    Leah climbed to the center of the bed and lay on her back. He leaned over, positioning her arms above her head. “You’ve never tried any kind of bondage?”
    “I dated a guy once who asked me to tie him up. I tried it, but it felt sort of icky and wrong. I was bored and couldn’t wait for it to be over.”
    He kissed her forehead. “That’s because you were on the wrong end of the straps.” As he spoke, he tugged on ties attached to the headboard. Leah glanced up when he gripped her wrists. Some deeply engrained self-preservation instinct made her fight him briefly, but Sawyer didn’t give her a chance to escape. Instead he tightened his hold and moved faster. In less than a minute he had both of her hands secured together.
    Leah tested the strength of her bonds.
    “You won’t break free, rose.”
    Moving to the foot of the bed, Sawyer grabbed her left ankle before she could guess his purpose. He secured it to the footpost, and then did the same to the right. Standing at the bottom edge of the mattress, he studied her outstretched state. She was completely