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seeming disregard made her
hotter, which prompted a different and more agonizing moment of what the
fuck before Tess reminded herself she was committed to giving this an
honest effort. Perhaps she should stop trying to analyze so much, be in the
moment. Worry about the why of it all later on, when she wasn’t quite so naked
and horny.
    So. In the moment, being treated like a cross between a sex
doll and the family dog seemed to be a huge turn-on.
    Duly noted .
    The running water made the old pipes groan, then Jake came
out of the bathroom. He walked over to stand in front of her, still not saying
a word.
    She wished she’d kept her knees together. She was wet again,
wanting his attention so badly she was almost ready to beg for it, embarrassed
to be so exposed. But damned if she’d move while he was looking, when he’d told
her not to move unless he said so. So she waited, and when he ran his fingertips
over the top of her head before he stepped away again, she stifled a whimper.
    This time he headed to the closet. He unlaced his boots
quickly and tossed them in, along with his socks, then closed the door and
headed back to stand in that same spot. Tess shivered again. Definitely
anticipation this time. Sex was somewhere nearby, she could feel it in the air.
    Jake crouched down and pulled her arms from behind her,
arranging her hands on her knees, palms up. He pressed them there firmly, a
clear signal to keep them like that, then stood up once more. Tess followed him
with her eyes, marking the bulge in his jeans that suggested he wasn’t quite as
cool about the whole thing as he seemed.
    Then she got to appreciate his ass for a moment, ogling him
unabashedly while his back was turned. He was unlocking and opening the
cabinet—and after one glance inside she knew she would rather think about
Jake’s butt than about the contents of the cabinet.
    He had his naughty toy collection arranged as neatly as his
garage, with the same kind of pegboard for hanging tools. But these tools would indeed shock the cleaning lady. Tess admitted to being shocked
herself—mostly because she couldn’t immediately identify all the items she’d
seen in that brief look.
    There were drawers below the pegboard, and Jake plucked a
few items from those right away then seemed to linger over his next choice. At
one point he looked back over his shoulder and met Tess’ gaze.
    “Eyes down,” he reminded her. She looked back at the floor
but could still feel his attention on her, measuring her up.
    In another few moments he brought his selections to the bed
and tossed them there, frustrating Tess’ effort to see what he’d pulled from
the cabinet. She wanted so badly to ask or to stand up and look for herself.
But Jake, it seemed, had been right on the money when he’d noticed how she’d
reacted to certain people, certain teachers, particular tones of voice. With a
frankly pathetic eagerness to please, completely at odds with her usual
contrariness.
    He had always been able to do that to her, she realized now,
when he wanted to. He used that tone with other people, but not often with Tess
before now. Possibly because he’d known how easily she would fall in line. No
challenge for somebody who knew the secret password to her psyche.
    Fuck that , she decided, and turned to peek up at the
bed, rising up a bit from her kneeling position.
    Jake met her eyes with an amused expression, folded his arms
and stared until Tess backed down and returned to her subservient pose, blushing
in anger and embarrassment.
    “You lasted longer than I thought you would,” Jake admitted.
“Stand up and face the bed. Right here.” He indicated a spot in the middle of
the closest side, and Tess stood up, knees creaking a protest, and stepped into
place. She looked at the stuff strewn across the bed, identifying a whip with a
lot of wide leather tails, a paddle, some leather cuffs…a bottle of lube.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to block out the rest.
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