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female, industrial piercings and worn leather didn’t
normally run in the same circles. Judging by the appearance of her muscle car,
he doubted this kind of clothing was typical. There had to be an explanation
for her being all dolled up to perfection.
    Did she have more piercings? More leather in places he
couldn’t see?
    He wasn’t ashamed to admit he would take great pleasure in
discovering the answers, peeling away all those layers until there was nothing
left but Elisbeth Lawson exposed and uncontrolled.
    The bit of promise of what she would look like tumbling into
subspace is what made him finally pull out the water. Scooping up the towel, he
scrubbed it through his hair and started to walk back to the cabin—to her. He
made no effort to cover his nudity. This was his house, his land and she had
trespassed. If she had a problem with his current state of undress, she
shouldn’t have showed up at his home unannounced.
    He casually walked toward her, taking the opportunity to see
if she pushed on the limits of his order again. She didn’t meet his gaze as he
approached and instead dropped her head lower, her chin almost meeting her
upper chest.
    Excellent.
    He reached down to scoop up his jeans, shaking the
rust-colored Virginia mountain clay loose from the creases before he slid them
on again. He stood over her, waiting as he slowly buttoned his pants, seeing if
she moved or said anything to acknowledge his presence.
    She was so fucking beautiful and had no idea of the power
she possessed right now.
    He’d bet his newest boat without a single regret.
    When she didn’t move after a few minutes, he reached out to
skim his hand over her head again. She inhaled deeply and he smiled, letting
his hand drop to her shoulder. Her breathing pattern deepened as his fingers grazed
over her arm all the way down to her fingers. He bent, taking up her hand to
weave their fingers together as he formulated a plan for her training.
    “Go ahead and stand now.”
    She did as instructed, but her gaze remaining focused on the
ground between them. Given her state, he’d bet he could have left her there and
she’d have slipped into subspace in no time. But it was too early for that
state. Too early for a lot of things, he reminded himself, but that wouldn’t
keep him from enjoying this moment. From enjoying her.
    He lifted her chin, drawing her face to his. Because he had
to know how she tasted, he closed the distance between them to brush his lips
over hers. Her body relaxed to allow him to take as he pleased.
    Yeah, she was made for this lifestyle. She just hadn’t found
the right Dom.
    The kiss was sweet, with just a hint of the heat coursing
through his body. No need to scare her off before they even got started. Honey.
She tastes like honey. Clover honey specifically. Bet she’s a tea drinker. The
sweet taste would now be forever imprinted in his mind as hers.
    “We’re done, California. For now.”
    She was still blinking as he pulled away. He liked seeing
the surprise in her expression, the darkened shade of her wide, expressive
eyes. Even the stunned disbelief he’d just done more for her in fifteen minutes
than her previous Dom had ever done. He liked the feeling—a lot.
    Maybe even too much.
    He tossed the towel over his shoulder, deciding to think
about what the arousal building in his veins meant later. “So why are you so
dressed up? Too fancy to come all the way out here just to seek out a Dom or to
buy a boat.”
    “I had an interview with Joe Keleron to see about taking
over as his replacement. But I am interested in commissioning you for a boat. I
didn’t lie to you.”
    An interview with Joe explained a lot. He handed her the
elastic he’d removed, waiting while she pulled her hair away from her face. As
her fingers combed through the strands, it reminded him how the silky texture
had felt against his calloused palm. He wondered how her hair would feel
wrapped around his fist as he plunged into her.
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