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“You can sit up,” I told her as I moved to the closet. “But don’t move off the bed.”

I disappeared into the closet where I kept a crate of supplies and toys. Let’s see how brave my fearless woman truly could be.

I returned and flipped open the top on a small wooden locker. I didn’t own a lot of shit, mostly because I didn’t need it. But I did have a few things, nipple clamps, a spreader bar, some plugs still in their packaging. If I wanted her bound or gagged, I could use anything, and I didn’t bother with paddles or floggers. If a sub wanted me to play with her like that we usually either did it at the club or her place.

I tossed a handful of items onto the bed, not searching for anything in particular, more wanting Rebecca to see my interests.

“What interests you?” I asked, closing the top on the crate. In front of her was a pair of beginner nipple clamps, a small plug, bigger than a trainer, not scary huge. An adjustable spreader with black leather cuffs, and lube. “You don’t mind being tied and if you’re not ready to be blindfolded, we won’t go there. The clamps go on your nipples. They’ll drive you fucking insane. Someday, I’m going to want to claim your ass. You want to start with a plug, we can do that.”

I rattled everything off as she tremulously reached out, drew her fingers over the chain of the clamps. “These feel good?”

“They hurt like a son of a bitch.” Her eyes snapped to mine. “And yes, women seem to love the fuck out of them.”

Red seeped to her cheeks and she pulled back her hand. I half-expected her to say none of it did, but then she replied.

“All of it. I’d trust you with any of this.”

Jesus. I didn’t know if it was the orgasms, the job offer, or what, but whatever had thrust Rebecca into trusting me firmly, one hundred percent, I was damn grateful.

Every time I issued a challenge she bested it.

That might have been the sexiest thing about her.

She looked down at the clamps again and I grinned. She wanted them.

Fuck, yes.

I opened the crate, found a box with lighter weight ones, better for beginning and tossed them on the bed. Then I scooped up everything else and placed it in the box, setting it on the floor.

Her brows furrowed. “Um—”

“You want to be bound, I want to hold you. We’ll work up to that bar. When I take your ass the first time, I want it to be me stretching you, not some plug. We’ll use it later once you’re used to me so I can fill you everywhere.”

“Jesus,” she breathed. “Just when I think I’m getting used to you, you throw me over the cliff.”

“I know. Like I said, I like the way you look when I shock you. I plan on keeping it on your face for a very long time, too.”

Before she could argue, I kissed her. Then I pushed her backward onto the bed and climbed over her.

An hour later, she was still panting. On her back, my hand draped over her stomach, I held her close to me.

She turned to me and grinned. One of her fingers lightly traced her nipple. “You’re right. They hurt, but damn, they feel really freaking good, too.”

I tugged her closer and kissed her senseless before I said something stupid and ridiculous. Something that would send her running like a scared bunny.

Something that sounded an awful lot like,I think I’m falling in love with you.

* * *

“Go Royals!”

Rebecca threw her hands in the air, the buzzer still blaring in the arena from the River Hill’s hockey team’s goal. She turned to me and grinned, a smile that was wide and could light up the entire arena.

Damn, she was glorious.

“Do you follow hockey?” I asked as she took her seat again. She’d jumped up so high she’d almost whacked me in the temple. Since the puck drop at the beginning of the game, she’d been totally into it, barely sipping her hot cocoa seemingly in favor of watching the puck float across the ice. We were halfway through the third period, up by two goals, and at her feet, her hot cocoa had gone ice cold.

Her grin widened further. I pressed my hand to the back of her neck and held her still. It took all I had not to pull her face to mine and kiss the smile off her, but it was so beautiful, I wanted it to stay.