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uncomfortable ache didn't relent when Rose shifted her legs.
    Matt knew how much she wanted him. He knew Rose wouldn't refuse him.
    Clasped hands rested above the dress material separating the maze of stretch marks from restless fingernails picking at cuticles. Her shameful reactions to Matt's offer sickened and excited her at the same time.
    Rose swallowed the lump in her throat.
    "I think so," she said.
    It was so hard to read him with those sunglasses hiding his eyes. Something resembling relief washed through Matt's face, quickly replaced by stern disappointment.
    "You're going to have to do better than that," he said. "I don't want you crying in the shower again."
    Fighting against him was useless. The text conversation between Jason and Matt illuminated brightly before her eyes. If that was truth and not somehow faked, then there wasn't a martyr medal awarded for resisting what all three of them ultimately wanted.
    Matt completely brushed away the struggle Rose built up. The hardest part was admitting to herself that she was fine with sanctioning the physical end of it all, but the emotional cost would keep her up nights. Matt wouldn't be there to deal with that — Jason would.
    Although Matt started it, I played my part to keep all of it in motion years ago. Just do what he wants. He'll just keep doing this every day until he gets what he wants.
    "I'm the only one who can hurt you the way you like it," Matt dangled the ultimate treat in front of her to seal the deal. "I'm only going to do that if you act like a good girl this time, okay?"
    Rose relented. "All right."
    Matt got up from his chair and held out his hand to her in a rare offering of kindness. "Good. We're finally making progress in that trust department." Rose grabbed his hand and let him help her to stand up. As he led her to closed double doors serving as the entrance to his bedroom, she sucked in her breath in anticipation.
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    Rose didn't know what to think when Matt opened the doors to his bedroom; half of her expected some sort of dungeon type layout with whips and other torture devices hanging from the walls. She exhaled in relief. It was a tastefully decorated master suite found in any upscale hotel property.
    Laptops cluttered a desk against the far wall. Each corner where the wall met the ceiling featured a small camera, and all the red indicator lights signaled recording in progress. Her eye caught the condom placed next a small bottle on the king sized bed's nearest corner.
    "Take off that dress," Matt commanded. "No more clothes after today."
    Naked? Everywhere?
    The adventurous thought thrilled her, and Matt knew it. How many times did she confide how being in the parking lot that she'd get caught on the phone with him by an innocent co-worker headed for her car? Matt exploited that fear in their conversations. Rose grabbed the maxi dress' hem, pulled it over her head, and tossed it on the nearest chair with an almost defiant look. Matt could control her wardrobe after dictating packing lists and sleeping arrangements, but he couldn't do anything about her expressions. He told her to get on the bed and lie on her right side with her ass closest to the bed's edge, and then to pull her knees to her chest. Matt towered above her after she complied, and his stark jawline set as if he was deep in thought while he looked her over.
    "I need your face closer to this edge of the bed, so angle yourself at forty-five degrees and parallel to the corner," he muttered. She wiggled across the coverlet and searched his face for approval.
    Satisfied with her position, he pulled out a pair of padded handcuffs and a long chain from a chest of drawers along the wall opposite the bed. After telling her to put her hands above her head and locking them around each wrist, he looped the chain through the openings in the metal headboard.
    Doing her best to disguise her eagerness with a downward glance, Rose interpreted the appearance of the paraphernalia as an