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he’d commented that she looked tired and tried to be considerate, she’d snapped his head off. But tonight, his take-charge approach had relaxed her, and turned her on.
    â€œDax, what’s going on?”
    He wondered the same thing himself. Instead of answering, he cast his gaze with slow deliberation down her body, to stop at the vee of her spread legs. His cock jerked painfully against the distended fly of his jeans. Seeing her opened wide for him, powerless to close her legs, was amazing. Her swollen folds, a rich, deep pink, gleamed with her juices and her clit was engorged.
    He raised his gaze to Lily’s face. “Have I done anything you didn’t like?”
    Her eyes widened, the outrage winning out. “You tied me up, for God’s sakes! You hit me!”
    â€œSlapped you once. And it turned you on. Look at you.” He leaned over the bed and slowly swiped his finger across her slick folds. Then he held it up and, because he couldn’t resist, slid it into his mouth. He loved the taste of her, so musky and earthy compared to the crisp, tailored way she presented herself.
    She moaned and now it was pure sexual heat he saw in her eyes.
    He was about to ask if she trusted him, but a dom would make it a command. “Trust me.”
    Her throat rippled as she swallowed.
    Did she trust him? He had never hurt her, not physically, but he hadn’t contributed a hell of a lot to this marriage. Not that he’d ever sensed that she really wanted him to. Her life was neater and tidier without him. “Trust me with your body,” he amended. “With your pleasure.”
    Slowly, maybe reluctantly, she nodded. “But if—” she started.
    If she was into dom-sub stuff, she had to know by now where he was going with this. “One of the rules is, you don’t talk. You’re in my hands. There’s only one word you can say. Your safe word. If you say it, I stop, untie you, leave you alone.”
    He read the uncertainty on her face. “What word?” she whispered.
    â€œYour choice, Lily.”
    A pause. Then, softly, “Skookumchuck.”
    What did it mean that she’d chosen that name of the place where they’d first met, had sex, fallen in love? “Fine. If you say ‘Skookumchuck,’ I stop. If you say anything else, you’ll be punished.”
    Her mouth opened on a protest or a question, then slowly closed.
    Did she, like Cassandra in
Bound by Desire
, find the idea of punishment titillating? The idea that pain might give Lily pleasure—and that in fifteen years he’d never known—disturbed him. It wasn’t in him to give her more than a light slap or pinch—and to fuck her with all the pent-up need in his body.
    To relieve the pressure against his cock, he stripped off his jeans, and then added his boxer briefs and tee to the pile on the carpet.
    Lily stared at him and the tip of her tongue came out to lick her lips.
    His cock pulsed and Dax forced back a groan. It had been a couple months since he’d had sex—other than with his own hand—and he longed to bury his aching hard-on either between her pink lips or deep in her hot, wet pussy. But he’d damned well give her a climax first, or maybe even two.
    He’d learned Lily’s body years ago. Learned her triggers, as she’d learned his. On a bad day, he could make her come in five minutes flat. And today, with her steamy wet already, was definitely not a bad day.
    But now . . . His wife lay naked and vulnerable, trusting him with her body. Trusting him to give her the pleasure he’d promised. And, just as when he’d massaged her, he wanted to do it. Not fast and hard, the way his body urged him to, the way she no doubt expected. Not doing the same old stuff he normally did. And not through pain.
    So far tonight, he’d surprised her. And she was hot for him. He wanted to keep surprising her, and he wanted to make