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another. This time she rocked into the gentle thrusts.
    “Trust,” he admonished firmly.
    She sighed, spreading her knees a bit further and canting her hips. “Yes, Master.” God, she was beautiful.
    “You were telling me how you feel,” he reminded. “You said helpless, which I don’t believe, by the way. Go on.”
    It would take more than what he’d done to Jessica to make her helpless. She could eviscerate anyone with that sharp tongue of hers. Anyone but him. He saw through her guise. Whether she knew it or not, he was her perfect match and probably one of the only people she couldn’t cow into doing exactly what she wanted. Right now, she wasn’t afraid, not even close to it—and he didn’t want her fear. If she were scared, she wouldn’t be lying docilely beneath him enjoying this.
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    How could she describe the delicious sensations filling her? Her ass had always been a taboo spot. She’d never let anyone touch her there, yet here was this stranger shoving his fingers in and out of her. And it felt so good.
    She couldn’t imagine anything more. Frankly, the thought of his cock plunging into this virgin territory petrified her.
    “I’m not sure,” she admitted. “Unsure, I mean.”
    “You can be sure of me. I won’t fail you. Not tonight, tomorrow, or ever.”
    “This is just for tonight.”
    “Is it? We’ll need to address that. Right now, do you like what you feel?” His voice crawled along her spine, nestling in below her heart. While her mind puzzled over his claim, a million answers to his question roared to mind, all of them relating to how badly she wanted him inside her. Anywhere. Any way he wanted. She couldn’t say that.
    “Um…”
    “Be honest with me. You must always be completely honest. For both our sakes.” What was he? A freaking mind reader?
    “It’s weird. Um…good.” Wonderful. Great. If she got much more aroused, she’d have a puddle beneath her. Why hadn’t she done this before? Obviously, the right man had never come along for it.
    She wondered off-hand if Pleasure Palace had gift certificates and if she could get a standing appointment with this dungeon master. He said he’d never let her down. A thread of sadness cinched around her heart. What would he say if she told him that he’d already let her down by not having an emotional connection to her for more than this short time she was trapped in his dungeon?
    Damn, what was with this emotional neediness? She should know better. Her emotional needs weren’t ever met. Life had taught her that. Not by her parents, who expected her to be their emotional support, or the men who wanted her to make all the 44
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    decisions in relationships. She couldn’t remember a time when anyone had taken care of her for any reason beyond obligation. Those times had been grudging at best. She’d learned to take what she could get and accept that as intimacy.
    Looking at her friends and their families she knew it was a poor substitute. And she knew she didn’t know how to ask for or accept intimacy. She pushed them away. The dungeon master wasn’t waiting for her to ask for it. He wasn’t waiting for her to accept it. He certainly wasn’t letting her push him away.
    He added a third finger, spreading her and she yelped in surprise.
    “Easy,” he murmured. His thumb stretched down to rasp over her clit. Ever so slowly, he continued to stretch her while working in and out. His other hand petted her shivering body. “Just relax,” he instructed. “Stop tensing. Stop thinking. Just feel.” She tried to follow his direction but found it damned difficult with his continual flick over her sensitive nub. With her eyes closed, there was nothing beyond the feel of his hands on her, nothing to distract her from riding the waves of sensation.
    “Feels good,” she said through her teeth. She could barely stand it. Her need was too strong. A need purely for him. This was nothing like the lame love