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so lost in her own thoughts she hadn’t had time to second-guess what was coming and plan her reactions. Now the chance was gone, because Lane was looking at her with those steady, intense eyes.
    “Addie, you’re trying my patience. Get up on the table.”
    Addie pulled out a chair and used it as a step. She moved cautiously, very aware of the leads he held. Surely he wouldn’t pull her leg out from under her as she stood three feet off the ground. SJ was perched on the couch, camera snapping away. As Addie looked at her, SJ whispered into her collar and a light high above came on, adding another layer of illumination to the table area.
    Addie felt more naked than she had on the floor, and crossed one arm over her breasts, placing the other in front of her sex.
    “You may not hide yourself from me. Arms down.” Lane pulled one of the ladder-back chairs four feet back from the table, looping the ropes through the top crosspiece.
    “It’s my body,” she hissed.
    “When you enter the bedroom, you turn yourself over to me. In exchange for that trust, you get pleasure and freedom.”
    “Freedom? What American dream bullshit is that?”
    “No bullshit.” Lane yanked the rope connected to her right wrist, forcing her hand away from her breasts. “It’s the truth. With Doms, with me, there are no games, just physical reality and emotions. I will never think less of you for being scared, excited, pleasured, disinterested or aroused. It’s sex without pretenses.” He yanked the rope on her left wrist.
    Addie curled her hands into fists. “This is nothing but pretense. The toys, the ropes.” Addie grabbed the ropes and whipped them, hoping to shake them loose.
    Lane’s arm shot out, quick as a snake, and caught the waving nylon. The rope pulled taut, the tension between them now a physical thing.
    “They’re just tools. I use them to strip away the sexual mind games women have been taught to play.”
    “No, they’re just sex toys.”
    “You’re not listening. You’re being a brat on purpose and it’s making me angry.”
    “Now the truth comes out.” Addie jerked on the ropes, grunting when he didn’t budge, “You don’t like it when a woman stands up to you.”
    “Is that what you think, that I don’t respect or enjoy strong women?”
    Lane tugged hard and Addie stumbled forward. She gasped as she rocked to a halt less than six inches from the edge of the table. She met Lane’s gaze, her eyes wide with shock.
    He nearly pulled me off the table.
    Lane pulled the ropes free of the chair and took a seat, wrapping them around his left wrist. “Let’s begin. I want you to start by lacing your fingers together behind your head and spreading your legs. This is the presentation position.” He added a bit of slack to the ropes at her wrists.
    “I-I won’t.” Her voice trembled.
    “Addie, tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling.” Lane’s tone was coaxing, gentle.
    “No.”
    “Then do as instructed.” The command was harsh, almost frightening.
    “No.”
    “Five.”
    The random number was so out of sync with everything that had come before it that Addie blinked. “What?”
    “Presentation position. You have fifteen seconds.”
    “Why did you say five?”
    Lane held her gaze for a long moment, then said, “Time’s up. Now it’s ten.”
    Oh fuck.
    “You mean punishment. A…spanking.” Addie slid her hand along her outer thigh, drawing his attention to her ass.
    “Don’t get your hopes up, a spanking for punishment is very different than one meant to arouse.”
    “I’m not hoping you’ll spank me,” she shot back.
    “Really? Because everything about you says that you’re more aroused now than you were before you figured out you have a spanking coming. Now, presentation position. You do not want that number to go above ten.”
    Addie licked her lip, looked away, and slowly raised her arms. She laced her fingers behind her head, aware of her breasts lifting. A draft touched