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furniture. He didn’t have to take this shit. He wished she’d stroke his head some more. He wanted to throw her down on the ground and fuck her, feel her body struggle beneath his, because he knew he was stronger. But as he looked up the slope of her abdomen, the rise of her breasts and slim column of throat, all delicate, feminine features, he couldn’t make himself move. Instead, he lowered his head, pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, turning so his temple rested on the opposite one, his forehead pushed into the curve of her stomach.
    She lowered her hand to his head again, a slow, slow stroke now, one that followed his hair from his brow all the way to the ends at his shoulders. The movement brushed the lower curve of her breasts against his head, and he was fine with that, as well as with the flex of the muscles beneath his cheek. “I’m going to have three ladies come in now. They’re going to strip and restrain you, at my direction.”
    He tensed, but her fingers kept up their soothing and implacable motion. “If I sent in three men, you’d fight them, bloody their faces. Your choice now is to submit to what I want, or disprove my theory about your chivalrous nature.”
    “You can do anything you want to me without restraints.”
    “Yes, I can. But the restraints aren’t for me. They’re for you.”
    “I can’t.” The rawness of his own voice disturbed him, but he couldn’t move as long as she was touching him this way, the comfort of her thighs against his face, the reassuring, intimate female scent of her so close. Arousal. She’d been aroused when she came in here, and that scent was still there, as well as the hint of a different musk, one that seemed familiar but he couldn’t quite place. He wanted to lift his head, use his mouth to find out if her nipples were hard, stiff little points that would welcome the wet, demanding heat of his tongue, the bite of his teeth, the pressure of a suckling squeeze with his lips.
    “I know you think you can’t. But you will, anyway. Because you are my slave, and that is what I demand. In here, you fail no one if you submit, if you give in to what you want. I accept everything you are. There is no dark room inside you that I won’t open.”
    “I want to fuck you. I want that to happen.”
    He knew that never happened with a hired Dominatrix. But she’d said there’d be no money between them, hadn’t she?
    “That’s up to me. We’ll see how well you obey, and if you deserve something that special.” Her fingers tightened, a warning. “In this room, you are not in control, Gideon. You are not God here. I am. I am the only one allowed to pass judgment on you. Your Mistress.”
    A Mistress. An owner of his soul. Guardian of his soul. The insidious whisper came from that sly part of his mind that knew what buttons to push. Seductive, misleading. You are not in control. She’d called him her slave. But she would walk into those dark, secret rooms inside of him and find other names. Murderer. Coward.
    With a painful growl, Gideon let go of the handles. The loss of her mesmerizing touch was his punishment, a deprivation he deserved, but which filled him with rage. At her, at himself. As he surged up, he shoved against the railing, splintering it on its base.

    She didn’t fall. Anwyn had time only for that brief impression as the beast she’d thought she’d lulled into a temporary peace came to savage life again. As he did, he tore the railing right out of the floor. Lithe as she was, she should have fallen ignominiously on her backside, because she’d spun her own enchantment. Having this dangerously powerful man on his knees, his head in her lap, had made her wish she could stay like this for the whole session, just soothe the rabid monster in his soul that called to her. That was her weakness as well as her strength. A lion tamer, Daegan had called her, on more than one occasion.
    The most terrifying part is you have no fear of the lion,