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strong-willed than I. He loves to try new things, and he fascinates me even more at every turn. I find I truly want to do things for him, cook for him, clean for him, whatever it is that would make him happy. Considering what I do for a living, this sounds strange. I’m constantly in control, yet when I’m with him, I want to lose all that control.” He took a deep breath and continued.
    Her mortification grew with each word. She’d denied knowing what was happening, refused to remember those words she’d written in her diary and her culpability of this whole experience. Now they haunted her.
    “I think I should stop now. I’m getting turned on just writing this.”
    Shameful tears coursed down Kaitlyn’s hot cheeks. She turned her head away from the mirror, too horrified to look at herself. “I can’t believe you read my diary.”
    “You should believe that I would read your diary. As you even said, I’m more strong-willed than you. I knew you were keeping this from me. Why didn’t you tell me about it? We could have done this easily.” His voice sounded soothing, but there was nothing soothing in knowing that her deepest, darkest secrets had just been laid out in front of her.
    “Get me down from here. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
    “Wrong answer, Kaitlyn. May I remind you once again, that you aren’t in any position to argue with me?” He walked up to her and thrust his hand between her legs. To add to her shame, she had grown wet with the idea of him knowing everything about her. Seeking out his answers, even when she would not give them to him.
    She clamped her legs shut. “Stop it. I said I don’t want to talk. That also means I don’t want you to touch me.”
    He licked the tips of two of his fingers. “Too bad. This says otherwise. There is nothing wrong with what you wrote.
    We haven’t been together long; this would have made the perfect scenario for the two of us.” She didn’t say anything so he continued. “I guess it wouldn’t have been much of a fantasy had I dragged you here with your knowledge, would it?” Still, she said nothing. “So, does the man in your fantasy tie you up everyday, or is there something different he does?”
    Bile rose in her throat, no answer would come out. Complete humiliation finally set in. Her arousal only made it worse. Her tears wouldn’t stop, her frustration built. “Just get me the fuck down from here and leave me the fuck alone,” she demanded.
    He turned on his heel, opened the rail car door, and stepped out into the night, leaving her completely alone and still tied up.

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Chapter Four
    “ARGH!” She kicked her legs in frustration and pulled at her wrists until her arms ached.
    “Bastard!” she screamed at the closed door. She wished she couldn’t see her reflection in the mirror. Tears burned her eyes. She had no idea if he would come back tonight, or not. What if he left her here for the night and went home? “Who the fuck leaves someone hanging?”
    She kicked again. “Get me down from here!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Of course, no one is going to hear me screaming. Wasn’t it my fantasy to be tied up in a place where I couldn’t get out?” Tears of pain, and anger, coursed down her cheeks. “Stupid diary. Stupid fantasies. Stupid men who can read.”
    A little voice in her head rang out as her voice of reason.
    He did everything you told him to do.
    “Yeah, but he didn’t have to do it so well.”
    You never would have bought it if he had discussed it with you first. That’s your problem, Kate. You lose men constantly over things they should have known, but never would have, if they hadn’t looked for the information themselves. He’s only doing what you wanted him to do.
    “He still shouldn’t have read my diary. That is none of his business.” Her argument sounded lame even to her own ears. It’s not like she kept the diary hidden. It sat on the nightstand, pen in place where she