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what it is they want. A woman wants to be tamed. She wants a man who is strong and dominant, and who is a force they just cannot resist. They don’t want to go to him meekly or weakly. They want him to overwhelm her. They want him to be a presence and an energy and a force they just cannot refuse.”
    Stone sat back and replayed the words in his head, then he shrugged. It was the best way he could explain things.
    Lilley was nodding, as though the words were touching some private place deep within her mind, and echoing in ways she could understand and relate to.
    “I thought so,” she said. “It’s how I always dreamed of being treated.” Her voice was muted and her expression stricken. Then she looked up suddenly, alarmed or maybe embarrassed at her confession and worried what he might think of her. “Are you surprised?”
    Stone shook his head. “No,” he said. “I believe most women want to submit to a man, but I don’t believe most women meet men who are worthy of their submission. Maybe, for some women the desire to experience submission comes later in life, after they’ve had their families, and are left to wonder what they might have missed out on in terms of sexual experience. For other women the realization that they crave submission comes quite early. There really is no timeline, and not every woman will recognize the desires, or acknowledge them – or act on them. But I do think it’s instinctive, which is why I’m not surprised. Maybe for you these feelings you have come about because of who you are, or where you are in your life.”
    Lilley shook her head. “I’ve always had a desire and a fascination for BDSM,” she said, he r voice soft and hushed in the stillness of the night. “Ever since I was quite young. Ever since I can remember being aware of sex. But I never had the opportunity. I never met the kind of man you described.”
    Stone said nothing. There was just a couple of feet of tabletop and tense charged space separating them, and all Stone had to do was reach out with his hand to close that space and turn that tension into energy. But he didn’t.
    Lilley was sad and lonely, and she was vulnerable. He wasn’t about to take advantage of her. If there was to be more between them, she would need to take the first step without any encouragement from him.
    She looked away for a moment. One of her hands went to the top of her dress and began twisting the button. Stone wondered if it was a subconscious thing. Maybe she was wishing he was undressing her… or maybe she was just thinking hard. He remembered how she had torn the paper serviette to shreds when they had spoken in the diner, so he drew no conclusions. Just waited her out, at ease in the silence, and patient.
    “Do you enjoy being a Master?” she asked softly, still with her head turned away, still with her eyes on someplace else and her hand toying with the button of her dress. When she finally did turn back to search his face with her eyes, they were welled and glistening with unshed tears. “I know you’re accustomed to violence,” she said softly. “Your background, and the man you put in the hospital, not to mention what you did to those men at the diner. And I know you’re big and broad and muscled,” she paused for a split second, “but somehow I can’t see you as the kind of man who would be brutal with a woman. I can’t see you as the kind of man who would take pleasure from giving pain.”
    Stone kept his expression impassive, like he was trying to be transparent, so she could read his eyes and know the truth of his answer.
    “No real man ever hurts a woman,” he said. “But some women who enjoy BDSM actually want pain as part of their pleasure. Apart from that, I like sensual torture,” he said. “I prefer the ache of a woman’s anticipation. I prefer to hear her beg for release, rather than cry out in pain. And I prefer the touch of my hands instead of the sting of a whip.”
    Lilley’s body seemed