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her breasts back into her bra. “So what happens now?”
    He buttoned her blouse. “Wait and see.”
    He kissed her forehead, grinned and walked out of the stacks. Ruth stared after him openmouthed, wondering what kind of game he was playing.

Chapter Four
     
    Ruth blinked at the mailman and tried to remember if she’d ordered anything online. The box was medium-sized and plain.
    “Package for you.”
    “Urrm, thanks.”
    She signed his minicomputer and shut the door. She’d intended to spend her Saturday morning in bed dreaming about Dominic. When the doorbell rang, Dom had been about to press his mouth against her engorged clit, his breath tickling her sensitive lips as he blew air against her heat.
    Damn the mailman.
    Balancing the box on the table, she ripped off the brown parcel tape. Excitement and curiosity rose. What could it be?
    She pulled back layers of tissue paper and gaped at the contents. Lust burned in her stomach. Her mouth went dry.
    Nestled inside the box sat a set of sex toys.
    There were silver nipple clamps with fierce-looking teeth linked by a silver chain. Leather bondage cuffs with a butter-soft suede lining. Unlike the bondage cuffs she’d seen online, they weren’t linked by a chain. Instead these had large locking buckles and some kind of thick metal rings obviously meant to attach somewhere.
    She swallowed as various images of being secured to a leather bondage table sent bursts of heat straight to her pussy.
    Other items in the box were a flesh-colored vibrator, a butt plug and a bottle of lube. But it was the bondage items that made her knees weak and her cunt throb.
    She knew Dominic had sent them. Who else would send her sex toys?
    Her cell phone rang. A number she didn’t recognize flashed across the display.
    “Hello?”
    “Did you like my presents?” His smoky voice wrapped around her, seeped into her skin and electrified her nerve endings.
    She came alive and wished he were there to touch her, to ease some of the delicious ache. “I did. Although I did wonder if it was from you or some weird stalker.”
    His husky laugh made her shiver. “Maybe I am a stalker.”
    She had nooooo idea what to say to that.
    He continued, “Do you have a messenger service on your computer?”
    “Yes. A few.”
    “Good.” That one little word of praise made her nipples tighten. She barely heard as he told her which service to use. “Log on to your IM, add me. Me username is DomSul. Capital D, capital S. Load up your webcam. Do you understand?”
    Gone was the laughter, in its place a domineering tone that curled her toes. “Yes, I understand.”
    She hit the power button on her laptop, waited for it to load before logging on to her messenger service and adding his name.
    “Do you have your toys close at hand?”
    “No.”
    “Then get them. Sit down at your desk.”
    She did as he asked. A box pinged open on her computer, a request from Dom. She clicked accept and his face appeared on screen. Her heart leapt. Fear, excitement and nerves mingled together. What did he have planned for her today? She’d never done anything like this before.
    “Start your webcam, Ruth. I want to see you.”
    Trembling, she started her cam. Her face appeared on screen next to his. Panic rushed through her mind and she looked down at the scruffy pj’s, cotton robe and fluffy socks. She hadn’t even combed her hair. Shit.
    “Are you nervous?”
    She nodded. Of course she was nervous. She was sitting at her desk in her worst pajamas, talking to the object of her darkest fantasies. She didn’t even want to think about the sex toys.
    “What else are you feeling?”
    He’d angled his cam so she could see all of him. He sat on a chair like hers—one hand rested casually on the arm, the other stroked his beard. In other circumstances she would have laughed, thinking the gesture made him look like some evil genius. But this situation was far from funny. His eyes burned with desire and his cock tented his