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the boundaries and play within them. Nothing ever goes further than the two parties are willing for it to go. Only once has something come close. A Dom who wanted to stop, knew he had to, and a sub who didn’t. That was a long time ago.” Did his voice betray the fact that the Dom had been him? That that night had been what finally ended his relationship with Suzanna all those years ago? She’d wanted him to punish her, to mark her, and he hadn’t been able to, paralyzed by the horror of her first Dominant who’d abused her. He’d safe-worded out, but she hadn’t wanted to listen.
    “What happened?”
    “A dungeon monitor intervened. The situation was handled. And it didn’t happen again.” This time his tone was harder, letting her know the subject was closed. That had been one of his sharpest moments of failure, and he didn’t want to think about it, let alone discuss it with the judgmental Ms. Clark. Seeing Suzanna yesterday had shaken him up badly. He forced his mind back to the topic at hand—guiding this curious author to the truth about his lifestyle, and maybe hers as well.
    Fortunately, she let the subject go. “I think I get it. Maybe. But…wanting to have that kind of power over someone or to give someone that kind of power over me is still foreign. Maybe I won’t ever understand it.” She shuddered.
    He had an idea. And he was pretty sure she was going to hate it as much as he loved it.
    “Come upstairs with me,” he said.
    Liz’s face paled. “I don’t trust you,” she said.
    He clamped his mouth shut on his initial reaction. She was so fucking quick to argue with him. She absolutely didn’t have a submissive bone in her body. But he knew the spark of heat he’d seen in her eyes at the club was real. It had to be.
    He wanted to force her trust, to flip the switch she had in her head that would let her submit to his will, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t positive that switch existed in everyone’s head, but something about how resistant she was to this lifestyle told him it existed in hers. People who were repulsed by BDSM didn’t write novels about it.
    Could he open her eyes to the truth about herself? More importantly, did he want to be the one to do so? Being someone’s first Dom was tricky business, and honestly, if he failed at anything else right now, he wasn’t sure he’d survive. But she compelled him. Called to him. Maybe it was that edge of disdain he’d gotten from her when she first appeared at the club. Right up until he got in her face and told her to back off, and she had. His blood surged south at the memory.
    “Yeah, that’s apparent. I’m not asking you to trust me; I’m asking you to come upstairs with me so I can show you some things.” He stood, not bothering to hide his erection. It would be pointless to try, even if he wanted to.
    “What things?” she said.
    “I told you we had to do this whole research business my way.”
    Still, she didn’t budge. So he held his hand out to her and did the only thing he could in this situation. “Please,” he said. She wasn’t his sub, much as he’d come to wish she was in the past few days. She had no reason to obey him. And she wore distrust like a cloak around her. He’d never met anyone who was so damned wary all the time.
    She gulped, the sound audible in the quiet kitchen. She scrutinized his hand and then looked back up. Whatever she saw on his face must have convinced her, because she placed her hand in his, and he tugged her to her feet. She stumbled forward, gasping as her body slammed into his. He steadied her.
    “I’ve got you,” he whispered.
    She swallowed again, and his gaze followed the movement of her delicate neck muscles. He returned his attention to her face just as her tongue darted out to moisten her top lip. His whole body tensed in response, his cock twitching. Liz’s green-rimmed eyes stared into his, that spark of heat in her brown-and-green irises more apparent than he’d seen it at