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perfection, he knew she’d been made for him. The
vision of her naked in his bedroom, submitting to his dominance, almost did him
in.
    “Lie on the bed with your arms stretched above you,” he said
hoarsely.
    She moved like liquid silver, her muscles and flesh fluid
and graceful. She turned back the sheets and comforter and stretched out on the
dark paisley-patterned sheets. Her breasts rose, the stiff points of her
nipples arcing upward as she lifted her arms above her head.
    On legs that shook from the force of his arousal, Aric
walked to his dresser. He swallowed hard. No sub had ever been in his bedroom.
Ainsley was the first and only woman ever to lie on the bed he slept in. He
couldn’t even remember the last time he’d spent the night with a woman. He
usually didn’t have the accoutrements of the lifestyle in his home. He’d always
played in the club.
    For a moment he stood staring at her, thinking how he’d kept
his life completely compartmentalized. He lived the life of a Dom, but always
in public. Not around his family and never around Ainsley. Yet she knew what he
did to get off. She knew he didn’t do vanilla sex.
    He stared at her, taking in the sexy body he longed to touch
and taste. His cock and balls began to protest his lack of action. Shaking off
the sense that he had just jumped off a cliff without a parachute, Aric grabbed
a set of steel handcuffs from the top of the dresser. Lined thickly with
padding and plush velvet, the cuffs weren’t meant to pinch or hurt, only to
restrain. They were the only thing he had in the apartment that spoke of his
lifestyle. He’d brought them upstairs to customize them by adding a few links
to the chain. His fingers closed over the cool metal and he took the cuffs to
the bed.
    Ainsley’s head didn’t move. Her eyes were still lowered even
though she lay on her back. Aric knelt on the mattress. He started to reach for
her arms and hesitated, the weight of the cuffs heavy in his hand. The
realization that he was about to cuff his best friend, a woman he loved more
than any other person in his life outside his family, made him hesitate. The
thought occurred to him that he should be making love to her, cherishing her,
not cuffing her to his bed so he could fuck her into submission.
    Cool fingers brushed his, stroking the metal of the cuffs.
    “I want this.”
    Aric froze. Again she hadn’t acted as a true sub would, but
he really didn’t care, dismissing her demeanor in favor of the sensations
ripping through him. His body reacted to her words and touch as if someone had
struck a match inside him, setting off the fuse to a block of C-4.
    Closing the cuff around one slender wrist, he threaded the
short chain through a bar on the headboard and snapped the other cuff on. He
stared at her restrained arms. Shock reverberated within him. Holy shit. He’d
cuffed Ainsley Connor.

Chapter Two
     
    A thousand ideas about what to do first with Ainsley
clamored for attention in Aric’s brain. He sat back on his heels and let his
eyes take in the eerily strange yet wholly satisfying image of Ainsley in his
bed, restrained by handcuffs. He’d dreamed it so many times he almost pinched
himself to be assured of his wakefulness.
    He breathed deep and a citrus scent filled his nostrils.
Ainsley had smelled like oranges and limes for as long as he could remember.
Now his nose picked out another scent. The scent of her arousal. His cock
twitched painfully as he glanced down at her legs. Her thighs were parted
slightly, enough that he wanted to burrow between them and push them farther
apart so he could bury his face in her pussy.
    Lust spiked hard within him and, unable to control himself
any longer, he cupped one breast in his palm. She sucked in a breath, the sharp
sound breaking him free of his reverie. He tested the weight of the firm flesh,
raking his thumb over the stiff nipple. Her skin felt like the softest velvet.
Her body rippled, the undulating movement letting him