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behind her back. Lydia had no doubt he’d kept his word. Only someone who knew her intimately would be able to identify her from those pictures.
    He admired the ropes for another half hour. She felt like a piece of meat, less than a pet. As Pet, she should matter. Right now, she didn’t.
    The irony rankled. She’d asked for this. The logical interpretation of the permissions and limits she’d listed really only left activities like this. And flogging. Right about now, she really yearned for a good flogging.
    With as much care as he’d put them on, Wilder removed the ropes. Lydia gave herself a mental shake. The stern Dom seemed to have fled. She caught glimpses of the man who had held her hand and walked in the surf with her, who had laughed as he joked and kissed her often.
    Holding the front of her shoulder with one massive hand, he used the other to massage between her shoulder blades. “Are you tired, Pet?”
    She hadn’t moved in over an hour. Yes, she was tired. “I’m not sure I can sit still for much longer, Sir. I would like to get some sleep so I can get an early start at work tomorrow.”
    “You’re not going to the office tomorrow. Most of the day has been set aside for you to unpack and get settled. There’s a small cocktail party tomorrow night to introduce you to everyone.” He worked his way along the muscles surrounding her collarbone and down her arm.
    “Sir, I’m unpacked. I really just want to get to work.”
    “Tough shit.”
    She started at his phrasing, though she thrilled to his hard tone. “Please, Sir.”
    “Begging won’t get you permission to go to the office. You may ask to go to bed.”
    He wasn’t going to budge on the issue. Exhaustion settled over her, and she suddenly felt every moment of having to hold that pose. She dropped to her knees and waited for him to acknowledge her presence.
    The hand on his thigh, which she could see in the periphery of her downcast vision, drummed impatiently. After a minute that seemed to stretch out forever, he lifted that hand and ran it over her hair. She didn’t use extensions or straighten it anymore, and she didn’t crop it close as her sister did. She had been blessed with the soft black hair of her Puerto Rican grandmother. It sprang from her head in a riot of wild curls that she had learned to accept.
    “Your hair is so soft. I like it loose.”
    She didn’t know how to respond. He hadn’t complimented her, so gratitude wasn’t appropriate. His forays grew. He spread his fingers and delved into her thick waves. Lydia was shocked to find the caress echoing through her core. Though he maintained a gentle pressure, she yearned to feel him twist his fingers and grab a fistful. He would pull her hair, forcing her face to tilt up. And then he’d ravish her mouth, invading it with his tongue and unleashing all that bottled-up passion she had.
    “Ask your question, Pet.”
    Lifting her gaze, she willed those unruly feelings away. “May I go to bed, Sir?”
    “Yes. You may go to bed, Pet. I’ll see you in the morning. For breakfast, I like to always have some kind of meat as part of the meal. I don’t like eggs more than once a week. I usually have two cups of coffee. Have it ready at nine.”
    With that, he rose and exited the room. He’d coiled his ropes and stacked them on the table as he untied her. She had the feeling he left them there to remind her that this kind of bondage would be a regular part of their association.
    As she slipped into her nightgown, she realized he’d ordered her to make breakfast. She envisioned wowing him with her grandmother’s hash or homemade cinnamon rolls. The part of her soul that craved this kind of domination broke loose from where she kept it buried. It soared for far too long, making it difficult to fall asleep.
    So she did what she always did when she couldn’t sleep.
    CHAINSFREE: Master V? Are you busy?
    His icon hadn’t been active, but she was a little desperate. Wilder had bound