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really
expect her not to come unless he said she could? He must be nuts, and yet she
wanted to try to hold it off, just to please him.
    She
put her hands over her mouth and squealed softly as the realization of where
she was and what she’d just done with him washed over her once more. Nothing in
her life would ever be the same again.
    Dominic
returned to the room, and the aura in it changed, just like that. The man was
so commanding, and she had a feeling she hadn’t yet experienced even a fraction
of his power or dominance. He placed bottled water and a plate of cheese,
crackers, and fruit on top of the mini bar, and then he placed her suit top,
bra, purse and laptop bag on a chair.
    Finally,
he turned and gave her a molten look of hot, dark lust. “Are you ready?”
    She
nodded. Words weren’t possible right now.
    He
pointed toward an armoire on the far wall. “Open that please.”
    She
walked over and did as he asked, then glanced over her shoulder.
    “There
are several plaid skirts in there. They’re all new, so don’t worry about anyone
else having worn them. Oh, and I suppose we should have had this conversation
before now, but I have no STDs. May I assume the same of you?”
    She
turned to face him. “God. I wasn’t even thinking about that. I have none. Thank
you for bringing it up.”
    His
sheepish grin made her heart skip a beat. “Yeah, that was very irresponsible of
me, but I was caught up in the moment. I had to have you.”
    She
sighed out loud. “Same here.”
    “I
always use condoms as a general rule, just the same.”
    She
nodded. “That’s fine.”
    He
pointed again. “Pick out a skirt and a blouse. There are several sizes of each
in there.”
    “Do
you have a color preference for the plaid?”
    He
shook his head, and Angela looked over the clothes in the armoire. How many
women had done this? Obviously he’d planned for this fantasy with others,
judging by the selection of sizes and colors. Why were they all new? Did he
toss them out afterwards, or did the women keep them as souvenirs? How many
times had he done this?
    Stop this! Don’t go there. No. She would not ruin this. No
one else was here right now. She was the only woman in his bedroom, and he’d
called her “beautiful” and told her she was an amazing lover. He was having fun,
and so was she. She knew his reputation, and she’d walked into this with open
eyes and open legs. This wasn’t the time to play jealous girlfriend.
    She
selected a red plaid skirt because he seemed to like the red suit on her, and
then she plucked a blouse off its hanger and turned. “Shall I put them on now?”
    “Yes.
I only wish I had knee socks and saddle shoes. Not sure why I never thought of
it until now.”
    Did
that mean he’d never done this before? Why have an armoire full of clothes if
no one had worn them? Odd. “I’m sure we could find them somewhere.”
    “Oh,
I know we could and I know where, but we’re not leaving this apartment right
now to go and buy them.”
    She
smiled as she donned the skirt and blouse. “Shall I button it up?”
    “Yes.”
His gaze was smoldering, and she shivered again. “All the way to the collar,
please.”
    She
did as he asked, and then he pointed toward a second armoire. “Open that one
now, please.”
    Angela
stepped over and opened the doors, and then she gaped at dozens of paddles,
floggers, straps, an actual bamboo cane, and things she couldn’t identify, each
hanging neatly on tiny hooks. He had every imaginable color, material, and size
in there.
    “Holy
shit,” she whispered.
    He
was behind her before she had time to process the fact that he’d moved. He
reached around and lightly caressed her hard nipples through the cotton. “I’m
going to choose five toys.”
    He
moved his hands down her torso and then under the skirt to caress her pussy,
which was already wet again. “And then I’m going to put you over my knee and
use each one on your lovely, round ass. You will take the swats