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off the restraints now. You won’t fight me.” It was an arrogant statement but completely true. She wanted him more than she’d wanted anything in her life and she wasn’t about to leave.
    He loosened the belt and she shook her hands free. He untied the gag and let it fall to the floor.
    She inhaled. His gaze dropped to the rise and fall of her chest. He pressed his lips together before rubbing a hand across his beard. Her hand itched to feel the hair abrading her skin.
    “Strip.”
    She blinked. “What?” She was his captive, wasn’t he supposed to take her clothes off?
    A smile crept onto his handsome face. “Take off your clothes.”
    “What if I don’t want to?” Where had the petulant child come from? She wanted him to touch her, taste her, fuck her. Why was she baiting him?
    His smile disappeared, replaced by a dark scowl. “Do you want me to punish you? Do you want me to put the gag back on, get you on all fours and whip you with my belt? I’ll do it, Ruth. Don’t disobey me. Strip.”
    Her mouth went dry. Although she knew it was a game, she’d never seen this side of Dominic. The hard, dark side. It thrilled her. Her clit throbbed a heavy beat in time with her heart. This was exactly what she’d fantasized about.
    As she leaned down, she unzipped her boots and kicked them away. Straightening up, she unbuttoned her jacket and shrugged it off, letting it pool to the floor. She watched his reactions—the slight twitch in his jaw, the shifting and rolling of his shoulders.
    One by one, she popped the buttons on her blouse. She grabbed each lapel, waited a heartbeat and parted the cotton. Cool air hit her aching breasts, raising goose bumps on her skin. Her nipples, already hard bullets, stood to perfect attention. Heat rose in her cheeks.
    Dominic held up a hand. “Stop.”
    He stalked toward her like the dominating alpha males she’d read about in romance novels. She hadn’t thought those men really existed.
    Looking at the dark, predatory stare on Dominic’s face, she knew she’d been wrong. Yesssssssss.
    Her hormones sang, raced around her system, singing with glee. Moisture gushed from her pussy.
    He eased her shirt down her arms, crumpled it and threw it over his shoulder. He ran the back of his hand across her breastbone before sliding it over one fleshy globe. Ruth closed her eyes and moaned. She wanted more. She wanted his hands all over her, touching her, making her come, but she dared not interrupt him.
    “Your skin is so soft. I’m going to enjoy fucking your tits.”
    She answered him with a breathless whimper.
    “Continue.”
    She unhooked her bra, removed it and dropped it to the floor.
    He inhaled. Exhaled. “Touch your tits.”
    She palmed her breasts, massaged.
    “Stop.” He leaned down and his teeth scraped a sensitive tip. He sucked, scraped, sucked. Over and over. The rhythm drove her insane. Unable to stop herself, Ruth arched toward him. She thrust her hips forward, trying to find some relief from the sweet, erotic torture.
    He transferred his attention to her other breast and started the assault again.
    Her eyes rolled back into her head and she lost all rational thought. All that mattered was his mouth on her skin, coaxing, demanding.
    Finally, he pulled away. She stopped moving and met his gaze. The air around him sizzled with danger and lust. The edge of danger made her want him more.
    “Take off your pants and underwear.”
    She did as he commanded, eager for him to touch her, take her, fuck her.
    “I want you sit down in the chair behind you.”
    For the first time since she’d entered the room, she looked behind her. She was in his basement. It looked like an ordinary basement—workbench, tools—apart from a few anomalies. In the middle of the room was a wooden chair with a high back. Laid out on the workbench were sex toys, rope, floggers and some implements she’d never seen before.
    Yikes.
    Seeing such implements in real life sent moisture slithering down