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hands behind his back, feet placed apart, and shoulders pulled back as though he were in the military. He stared at her but didn’t so much as twitch a muscle. Shy and uncertain, Jaimie hesitated. How did one start a weekend of sex?
    “You may come in and shut the door.” His voice was low, deep, and as authoritative as a commanding officer.
    Jaimie closed the door and walked into the room. “I’m—”
    “I know who you are, Cinderella . I am your prince.” He motioned to a black leather couch strewn with red and white pillows. “Sit. We have some business to take care of.”
    Sitting on the edge of the couch, Jaimie forced herself to rest her hands in her lap and not twist her fingers together. She was nervous as hell, but she was also turned on. Her prince had a prime body, and she yearned to run her fingers over his chest, down his belly, and around to his very fine ass.
    “What are you thinking?”
    Flushing at his question, which sounded more like a demand, Jaimie wrinkled her nose. “I’m thinking that you have a very fine ass.”
    He lifted a brow. “Eager to begin?”
    When nervous or excited, Jaimie’s lips twitched on her left side, which made her a horrible poker player. Her lips were twitching now. “I’ve never—”
    “I know,” he interrupted. “Let’s get back to business.” He flicked his wrist, and an envelope landed neatly on the table in front of her.
    A bit put out by his abruptness, Jaimie lifted a brow but reached for the envelope. She eyed her partner warily.
    “That is the result of my blood work, assuring you of my clean bill of health. I’ve seen yours.”
    Jaimie scanned the single sheet of paper, noting that the name had been blacked out. She set it down. “Okay, what now?”
    “Let’s talk about your sex life. I read the questionnaire you filled out and understand you’re game for a bit of light BDSM.”
    “What?” The spit in Jaimie’s mouth dried. “What do you mean by light BDSM?” She was going to kill Lucy. She’d assumed many of the men and women she’d seen earlier were into some kinky stuff, but there’d been others wearing normal costumes. Like her.
    “Dominant and submissive role playing.”
    “Roles? As in I’m Cinderella and you’re the Prince?”
    His lips curved in amusement. “Not quite. I am a Dominant who requires a submissive. I am your Dom and you are my sub. Those are our roles for the weekend.”
    Jaimie stood. Yep. Her friend deserved a slow, torturous death. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m not into kinky sex or pain. I agreed to a weekend of free food, being waited on, and having sex with my prince charming.”
    “Come with me.” Without waiting to see if she followed, he left the room.
    Once again, his deep baritone strummed through Jaimie, igniting a need to do whatever he asked. She found herself following him meekly into a large bedroom dominated by a bed on a pedestal. She pressed her hand into her stomach. Was he going to fuck her now? Oh god, she’d definitely made a mistake in agreeing to this.
    “Stand in front of this mirror.” His arm swept out and pointed to an antique, freestanding mirror.
    Jaimie obeyed. Her prince walked behind her, and they stared at each other through the glass.
    “Tell me about your last lover.” His eyes, a greenish-blue, bore into hers.
    “Mike was a dick.” Her nerves tingled. He was so close; she felt his warmth along her back.
    “In what way?”
    She drew her brows together. “This is personal.”
    “I have my reasons for asking.” He stared at her, silently commanding her to explain.
    She sighed, wishing she could see her prince’s face. “He was concerned with his own needs. Basically, he wasn’t much better than a rutting pig. He never got me off.”
    To her surprise, he nodded. “How many lovers have you had that fucked you until you were screaming for release?”
    Her heart thumped against her ribs, and she quivered deep inside her sex at the thought of