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everywhere. The firmer and
     sharper, the more I like it. This hurt is the good kind.”
    “What does that mean?”
    She took another breath. “You touch me, and I feel pleasure. The pinch—ah, yes, like
     that—zaps through me and mixes with what I’m already feeling. Enhancing it. Intensifying
     everything. That’s a small example of what BDSM is like. You’re giving me pain and pleasure and, depending on what you do next, I’ll have more of one or the other.
     You decide, and knowing that excites me.”
    “Which do you want more?”
    Sweet Jesus. “Follow your instincts. You’re a natural.”
    That wasn’t good enough for him. “If I was one of your talented tops, what would I
     do next?”
    She snared his gaze, loving the heat there. “Whatever you want, Stephen. If you’re
     dominating me, you control what I do with my body and to yours. You decide how rough or gentle. You decide if I’m allowed to come. If I’ve
     submitted to you, I’ll give it all willingly, follow where you lead and love every
     minute of it. Unless you go too far and I use our safe word.”
    “We have a safe word?” He twisted her sensitive nipples again and she whimpered.
    “ Puñeta ,” she chose randomly with a ragged laugh.
    “I know what that means.”
    “I’m sure you do. It’s what we’ll both be saying and what you’ll have to do for relief
     if I tell you to stop.”
    “Are you going to tell me to stop, Natasha?”
    “No.”
    His deep voice lowered sensually. “And you’ll do whatever I say?”
    “Yes, Stephen.” Anything.
    His legs pressed against her knees. “Then unzip my pants. Now my circulation is being cut off and I don’t want to stop touching you.”
    Her laugh was more of a whimper as her hands lifted to obey. She skimmed her fingers
     lightly over his thick erection and he hissed out a breath.
    “Natasha,” he warned.
    She unzipped the khakis and spread them open, looking up at him for permission instead
     of taking him in her hand. He stared down at her and something—interest?—sparked in
     his eyes. He understood what she was signaling. Submission.
    Tasha wanted to touch him. Wanted to take him in her mouth the way she had so many
     times before. Passionately. Thoughtlessly. But he needed to understand the difference.
     Needed a taste of what to expect from a D/s relationship. And she couldn’t deny her
     desire to see his reaction to this kind of intimacy.
    His eyes narrowed. “Lie back and put your arms over your head.”
    With one last yearning look at his erection, Tasha forced herself to obey. She crossed
     her wrists over her head, arching her back subtly and shifting her legs, offering
     herself to him.
    He stepped away and fabric rustled somewhere out of her sight. Was he taking off his
     clothes? She wanted to sit up and watch him, to help him and get him to hurry, but
     that wasn’t the game they were playing tonight.
    Stephen knew how to work a courtroom and read a witness. He knew how to convince town
     halls full of people to trust him with control of the state reins. But soon he would
     be in the company of dominant men who understood what it was like to control someone’s
     pleasure. If he’d never experienced it, they would know.
    God, why wasn’t he touching her? What was taking him so long?
    “You should know I’m a sassy submissive,” she offered into the silence. “I have a
     hard time letting go completely. I always have. I’m also a glutton for punishment.”
    He didn’t respond.
    “There are different types of subs. Some girls want to be taken care of, or even owned,
     but I’m not one of them. I like to be earned. To be a challenge. I might do whatever
     you say, but I’m not above trying to convince you to want something else.”
    Still nothing. When she couldn’t take it anymore she lifted her head to find him naked
     and staring at her body, her handcuffs dangling from his fingers. “Stephen?”
    He shook his head. “Your breasts are too damned