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to mind him. He’d wager a good steer on that assumption, one he’d rope and tie the same way he planned to bound and tie her.
    “Come here,” he said in a guttural tone he had no right to use when addressing an innocent woman.
    She stepped away from the tub and he took the towel from her hands, patting down her legs and arms before he ran the terrycloth across her middle, taking extraordinary care in caressing her breasts.
    Her eyes followed his. She spread her legs, and a low moan slipped from her lips when his hand brushed against her mound.
    “You’ve been trained. Somebody in your life prepared you for a submissive lifestyle, didn’t they?” How could that be? If she’d been with a Dom, for what purpose had she been properly schooled, but left untouched?
    She bowed her head, but not before he saw the moisture pooling in the corners of her eyes. She was scared, and he should’ve reassured her. He wouldn’t push her, or himself, to the limit yet. He had more self-control than Jules and a hell of a lot more self-preservation.
    Some Doms, even those with hard dicks pulsing with carnal heat, knew when to hold back, how to stop themselves from approaching the right submissive too soon. They backed the hell off for their own good.
    They were the men who understood the lifestyle, and a willing sub waiting to serve without question meant the end was drawing near. Sure, an exciting beginning loomed, but he was leery of the days ahead. Experienced Doms knew when to proceed with caution, and yeah buddy, this was one of them.
    “Wanna tell me about it?”
    “No,” she replied. “It’s not like what you think anyway. You wouldn’t understand.”
    “Try me.”
    “Another time,” she promised.
    He dragged the towel down her body again and this time, he pushed forward on a self-dare. He pressed the soft cloth against her pussy and gave the material a quick shake, thoroughly drying her. Only, if he cared to guess, there was no way to stop the moisture pooling between her legs.
    She watched him curiously. Her eyes fixated on the scar marking his forearm. Immediately, he was tossed into yesteryear. For some reason Jenna suddenly reminded him of a person from his past. “You need to get dressed.”
    “Can I have some privacy?”
    He’d been with submissive women who’d tested their Doms. He didn’t like experiments. He pushed his women to their limits and he expected their respect from the first day forward.
    “No, you may not.”
    He backed away and noted the way in which she responded to his voice. His tone excited her. The sharp points on her breasts were erect, perfect. Her eyes lowered, submissiveness encouraging her to assume her presenting position.
    He pressed his hip against the vanity in the center of the bathroom and folded his arms across his chest. The cotton bunched at his armpits. The clothing confined him.
    What he’d give to strip off his shirt and go to her, take her like a man without control. He wanted to bend her over the vanity and fuck her like a madman driven by recklessness. Instead, he practiced patience.
    She lowered her eyes again. That’s it, he thought. Submit to me, little subbie. Good heavens and the mercy found there, he’d backed himself into a corner. Now, he didn’t know how to work his way out of it.
    “I’ll have to dress in private. Serena must’ve taken my clothes back to our room.”
    Patting the vanity, he said, “Sit here. I’ll fetch you something to wear.”
    “I’d rather do it myself. I don’t like having someone go through my things.”
    He smirked. “You won’t have a lot of privacy here if you and I find a suitable arrangement. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
    “You do want me.”
    “I asked you a question.”
    “Yes, Master, I understand.”
    Holy hell.
    She was deliberately pushing the right buttons. She recognized a man who knew how to handle her. Perhaps she’d known right from the start. He and Jules understood how to please