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seemed an eternity before he took a step back, pulling her with him, and closing the door behind them, shutting out the rest of the world the way being in his arms had done. Now she could see his private sanctuary, and for about the millionth time tonight, she found herself speechless. The same care and artistry that had been poured into every stitch of the gorgeous corset he’d given her was evident in every fabric, every piece of furniture, and every inch of his room. The polished marble stopped at the door, replaced by thick, plush carpet in the deepest of black that covered the floor and cradled every step in the most decadent cushion. The walls were covered in a black and gold wall paper, no doubt identifying the room as his the way the signature colors seemed to mark everything else as his, including her, so long as she wore the corset he’d sent.
    To the right, angled from the corner of the room was a huge California King four-poster bed draped in deep velvet curtains and sheer gold and beige fabrics. Pillars littered with flickering candles flanked either side of the enormous bed and cast shadows that echoed romance and passion across the room. A few steps from the bed, a door opened off of the room offering a sumptuous bathroom in deep rouge reds and black. A huge claw-footed tub centered the room, flanked by a large two-person shower with at least a dozen shower heads. To the left of the room, the rest of his furniture seemed to blend into the darkness, but it looked more like expensive décor than toys in a dungeon. The St. Andrew’s cross in the corner was free standing on what looked like a hinged frame. Restraint anchors peeked out from the ceiling, the wall, and there was a custom restraint table with a leaf in the middle, though she’d never seen one like it before. A large wardrobe and a plush sofa finished out the room that felt more fit for royalty than a Dom.
    Witho ut her noticing, he’d stepped over to the middle of the room. While she’d been busy examining his private space, he’d been transforming from just a gentleman into a Dom. She had to stop the thought that he’d also transformed himself into HER Dom. He stood tall in the center of the room, and while he kept his slacks on, he’d removed his jacket and shirt. His broad, muscled chest cast him in a whole new light. Gorgeous and built didn’t even begin to adequately describe him. More like bronzed Greek god the way his muscles bunched and rippled with each breath he took. He stretched out his hand beside him in a manner that both asked and commanded that she come stand before him.
    Crossing the distance between them, she stood in front of him, and when he asked her to remove her dress with an authoritative tone, she knew she could never force her body not to respond to this man. The fabric of her dress slid off easily, and she sucked in a sharp breath of air when he bent to pick up her dress, folded it neatly and laid it over the end of the bed before returning to her. A strong hand on her shoulder encouraged her to kneel, and she did. Placing her hands behind her back, she lowered her head and looked down, presenting herself for his approval — on her slightly parted knees, her breasts heaving wildly as her breath kicked up a notch. His reassuring hand on her shoulder as he circled her helped her to calm and center herself. The silence of his inspection seemed to go on for eternity as anticipation and the heat of his eyes roaming over her body aroused her in ways she didn’t think were possible. When he finally spoke, he’d removed himself from the view of her lowered eyes.
    “You may stand and join me.” Evan’s husky voice compelled her to obey despite the anxiety roiling within her. Raising her eyes as she stood, Rissa found him standing across the room next to the restraint table with the leaf that ran down the middle. Standing across it, he offered her his hand and helped her onto the table; guiding her into the position he