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private joke at her expense—had made
everything so much worse. She remembered running out of the conference room in
tears and going back to the car, where she sat for more than an hour before
Connor decided it was time to go home.
    Greg knew the story. She’d told him about it right at the
beginning, when they both talked about what they liked, what they didn’t and
what they would not want to do under any circumstances. Electricity, Emily had
said, was a no-go. No way. It scared her, and she didn’t want to be scared. She
didn’t want to be hurt—not really hurt, not the kind of pain that would last
more than a second—and she didn’t ever want to feel as though it was a
possibility.
    She had thought Greg respected that but, as she frowned
petulantly at the violet wand, neatly nestled in its discreet packaging, she
caught herself wondering if he respected her at all. This ? This
was her Valentine’s Day gift?
    Even the kinkiest couples could just have flowers. She
hadn’t wanted this. It wasn’t fair. And yet…and yet it was a very expensive
toy. Emily didn’t know much about the wands, except for the fact that they hurt ,
but she knew the selection of electrodes in the box—each one made of smooth,
semi-opaque glass and each a different shape—and the assorted cables that sat
next to the main unit were not standard inclusions with most kits. Greg had
gone all out on this…and it was a hell of a purchase just for something to try.
    Pressure welled at the bridge of Emily’s nose and her bottom
lip puckered.
    She didn’t want to be ungrateful and she certainly didn’t
want to ruin the evening. She wanted to please him, to be his good girl, but
she couldn’t help feeling hurt by this, and the toy seemed to mock her from its
clean, clinical box.
    “I can’t,” she murmured, a thread of tears already knitting
into the words. “I…”
    Her voice thickened and she closed her mouth, not fully
trusting herself to speak. Instead, she looked up sorrowfully at Master and
shook her head.
    “I know you said you tried it,” Greg said calmly. “But what
you tried wasn’t this. What you had done to you was wrong. This can be good.
Gentle. It can feel wonderful, I promise.”
    Emily bent her head, studying her knees through rapidly
blurring eyes. She still wore the simple black cocktail dress she’d put on to
go out to dinner, teamed with sheer pantyhose and black pumps, and it had been
such a nice evening. Everything had been so nice…until now.
    “Why?” she managed. “Why would you get this? I mean, it must
have been—”
    “It’s a gift,” Greg said, his tone hardening a little in
that particular way that made her lift her head, understanding that he needed
her full attention. “You trust me, don’t you, little one?”
    Emily glowered at him despite herself. She wasn’t sure she
wanted to be his “little one” right now. She wasn’t even sure she still wanted
to be kneeling on the floor. It had started to feel slightly less safe but, as
she looked into Greg’s face, she knew he was right. She did trust him.
She didn’t trust the violet wand that sat on the coffee table between them, but
she did trust Master. She sniffed heavily.
    “Yes. But—”
    “Good. Then you know I won’t hurt you. And you know that I’m
telling you the truth. Your fear is based on one bad experience. On that, and
on the fact you knew nothing else about electro-play. Right?”
    Those slate-hard eyes gazed steadily into hers and Emily
squirmed, discomfited by this sudden solemn austerity of his. She nodded
reluctantly and a small smile broke across Greg’s lips.
    “All right. So today is a day for gifts. I want to give you
the gift of conquering that fear. I want to show you that it’s all right to
test your limits, to learn about them…maybe find out that you enjoy something
you never thought you would.”
    Emily wrinkled her nose. She wasn’t going to enjoy the wand,
whatever he said. All right, so perhaps