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wanted her in. Raised on her hands and knees, she gave him a very small smile as he slipped two cushions between her knees and the hardwood of the table. Each gesture intended to cement the fact that what he wanted was to care for her, not just use her body and submission for his own carnal pleasure, but that in return for her gift, he would cherish and care for all of her needs. While she enjoyed some intentional pain in moderation and at the appropriate time, distracting discomfort such as her knees on the wooden table was not something that appealed to her, and that was something he understood.
    He lifted her hands, one at a time and placed a sweet, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her palm, her wrist, her elbow before fastening her wrists into the restraints, binding her to the table. His palm traveled up her arm, and over her shoulder, over the lacing of the corset as he walked around to her ankles. Leaving her heels on, he fastened the restraints at her ankles and knees. She di dn’t need to test the bindings to know they were secure. And so was she. The pressure of the leather restraints hugged her skin and anchored her not only to the table, but to her own body. She waited in heady anticipation for his next instruction, touch, breath…anything from him—that’s when she knew she was hopelessly lost in him. That realization terrified her. She barely knew this man, and yet somehow, she’d never felt safer or more content than she did right this moment.
    All she felt was his finger slide from the inside of her knee up the back of her stocking-clad thigh. She focused so hard on that touch, it was as if no other part of her existed except where his finger brushed her skin. He continued up her thigh until his palm cupped the globes of her ass. Without meaning to, she shifted, trying to feel more of him. In the time it took for her to realize his hand had left her, she felt the sting of his open palm against her ass. She knew better than to move even an inch to get what she wanted from a Dom, and his smack reminded her why. Heat bloomed across her backside as a second smack came down, and she bit her lip to hold in the tiny whimper of pain and pleasure that sought to claw its way from deep within her.
    “We have all night, Rissa. Let me take my time exploring you and your body, and I promise I will make it worth the wait.” More erotic words had never spoken to her. Ever.
    Breathing deeply, she forced herself to relax and focus only on the feel of him and the warmth that radiated from him. Up over the curve of her slender hip, he traced the gold stitching of the vines that encircled the corset she wore. The tug of the ribbon at the base of the corset kicked her heart rate up another notch, and out of habit and self consciousness, she sucked in her abdomen. One by one the ribbon pulled free of the hooks. As the corset fell free, her breasts spilled out, and she was bared for him since the garter belt and stockings left little to the imagination. A nearly silent groan told her Evan approved of what he saw while he neatly folded the corset and ribbon and placed them with her dress. Returning to her, his hand finished its path up her back to the base of her neck, but it was his lips as he leaned forward and dusted a feather light kiss across her neck that made her nipples more taut than she thought possible. A faint hint of wetness slid down the inside of her thighs.
    Looking down, Rissa focused on his face as he knelt before her at eye level. His lips pressed roughly against hers. Instead of the gentle persuasion of his lips begging entry into her mouth like their earlier kiss, this was more of a possession. His tongue parted her lips and delved into her mouth, dancing with hers, dominating hers until her lips were so swollen and puffy she could barely find a breath.
    “I want to see how far you’ll let me take you, Rissa. Some things may be new, but I’m learning your submission as much as you are learning my