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about this interaction a lot. You’ll relive it. And after you have, you’ll be curious.”
    His voice wrapped around her, heating her.
    “You’ll wonder what else there is and what you’re missing,” he continued. “You liked the spanking. Maybe you didn’t want to like it, or it offends your sensibilities that you enjoyed it. And we can talk about that. But the fact remains, you want more. You want me to fuck you as much as I want to be inside your hot pussy.” He paused, but he didn’t give her time to object. “You know my number. Call it anytime.” Damien stepped back, started to close the door, but then hesitated. He captured a fistful of her hair, looped it around his hand to draw her head toward him, then finished with, “I meant it when I told you to text when you get home. If you don’t, Catrina…”
    She wanted to protest but couldn’t find the words.
    “I will give you a spanking you won’t like and will always remember. Am I clear?”
    She nodded.
    “I didn’t hear you,” he said softly.
    “Yes, Damien.” She needed to escape while she still could, before she begged him to let her stay. Hell. He was right. As he spoke, a hundred different ideas tumbled through her brain, and it was as if she could already feel his cuffs around her wrists. “I understand,” she said.
    He pulled her head back a little more. Then he placed a light, gentle, full-of-promise kiss on her mouth before he released his grip.
    “Drive safe, Milady.”
    Without another word, he closed the car door.
    She pulled away, hands shaking, grateful she could drive without conscious thought. She looked in the rearview mirror. He remained where he was until she lost sight of him.

Chapter Four
    Catrina clutched the steering wheel as she drove. The tension in her grip made her shoulders ache. Damien Lowell disturbed her in a way no other man ever had.
    She’d been in love with her fiancé, or at least she thought she had been. In retrospect, she’d been thrilled with his attentions, enough that she’d ignored little things. The fact he was between jobs, and had been more than once. He’d always seemed to have some emergency. His car had broken down. Or he needed a new suit for a job interview. She’d paid his bills while telling herself that partners supported one another.
    It shouldn’t have shocked her when he’d taken off with all her money.
    She’d learnt her lessons well, and she’d never allowed Todd to get past her exterior walls. He’d been a nice enough guy. She probably could have trusted him but had chosen not to.
    And now…Damien.
    He made her question everything she knew—or thought she knew—about relationships, and worse, about herself. Being a Domme gave her a huge sexual kick. And her partners enjoyed it as much as she did. But for her, it was more about staying in control.
    What she’d just experienced with Damien had demolished that.
    She’d enjoyed letting him take the lead. She’d liked the hot orgasm. And the spanking had aroused her. Afterwards, as she’d snuggled into his arms, it had been as if the outside world no longer existed. Her fears and worries had vanished.
    When she’d been younger, more idealistic, she’d thought that it was possible for a man and woman to become partners and support each other. She’d been a romantic, even though she’d seen her mother’s constant struggle for survival.
    Tonight, he’d been supportive, wanting to know her inner thoughts and feelings. She’d glimpsed what it might be like to have someone to turn to. Part of her wanted to accept what he was offering.
    She shook her head to clear it. Life had taught her to put away foolish, romantic notions. It might take all her resolve and determination, but she would do exactly that.
    When she arrived at her cold, dark condominium, she sent a one-word text.
    Safe.
    She didn’t want to get into a discussion or explain anything else.
    Hearing his voice would undo her.
    He’d told her she would want