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caressed my ass. His fingers slid under my panties, and I raked my fingers through his black and silver hair.
    “Tell me.”
    He kissed me and laughed.
    “Tell me,” I demanded.
    “Well…I want to dominate you for a night. Or three.”
    “You’re already pretty dominant,” I teased and kissed his nose. “You like to order me around in bed. Although I always get what I want, too. I mean, I have no complaints.”
    “I don’t either. But I have these fantasies.”
    His hand found its way under my shirt and cupped my breast, circling my nipple softly with his thumb. That familiar, straight line between my nipple and my stomach—and lower—buzzed and crackled. His touch made me weak with need, even after two years.
    “Tell me. What’s your latest fantasy?”
    “Lately, I’ve thought about punishing you. Being rougher than we usually are.”
    “Ooh. Now this is interesting.”
    “It turns me on to think about you submitting to me in various ways.”
    “You mean, taming me more than you already have.”
    He pinched my nipple gently and I yelped. Not because it hurt, but because it jolted me out of my writing fog. It made me feel alive. I often wrote about submissive women in my erotica, but I’d never fully yielded to Caleb. We’d certainly toyed with rough sex but had never taken it to its logical conclusion. Although he was on the dominant side in bed, I’d made my fair share of demands as well. So the idea was definitely intriguing. And it would all be fodder for my novel.
    He undid a couple of buttons on my shirt. “I don’t think I’ve tamed you even the slightest.”
    I mused silently about why he hadn’t performed the typical act of taming a woman: marriage. But I decided to let it slide. For now.
    “Hmm.” My hand went between his legs and pressed against his erection. “Any particular reason why you want to tame me? Or punish me?”
    “You mean, do I have any deep, dark secret buried in my past that makes me want to dominate you?”
    I nodded, cupping the outline of his hard length.
    “Nope, I’ve told you plenty of times. No hidden damage in my past. No childhood abuse, no former lover who introduced me to whips and chains, no deep scars. I was intrigued by the whole concept after we talked about the plot of your story the other day. And you’re a bit of a wildcat, Emma. The idea of domesticating you is appealing to a man like me. I always get what I want, and people always say yes to me. Except you. You challenge me.”
    Laughing, I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and showed him my breasts. He caressed one with his big hand, then again pinched my nipple. Harder.
    “I like the idea of turning you on so much that you fall apart. Then I can put you back together. Wouldn’t it be interesting to see what happens then? For research?”
    Little did he know I was already falling apart, for different reasons. I didn’t disclose any of that, though. “So you think you’d get ideas—or we’d get ideas—at a BDSM club?”
    “Maybe. Probably.”
    “We’d have to have a safe word.”
    He cocked a brow and removed his hand from my breast, resting his hand on my face. “Explain.”
    “A safe word. For the submissive. For me. So all activity stops if I’m uncomfortable.”
    “A good idea.” He paused. “What’s our safe word?”
    “Hmm.” Again, I pressed my hand into his erection. “How about…trust?”
    He smiled. “Trust?”
    I nodded and laughed.
    “Okay, Emma doll. Trust, it is.”
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    W e were a few blocks away from the club when my stomach began to quiver. Why was I so nervous? I wrote about sex. I had plenty of sex with Caleb. I loved sex. What was this apprehension about? As I researched the club’s website on my phone, I realized lately everything made me feel ambivalent. My relationship, my desire to have a child, and now my eagerness to experience something new sexually.
    Normally I was excited to do everything, try everything, go everywhere. Now I second-guessed it