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“Can I tell you what my first thought was based on what you just said?”

“Of course.” Cain leaned back on his elbows, so he was half reclined, and not looming over her in any way.

“I thought…” The laugh was rueful. “My thought was ‘oh wow, here is the only man who has ever given enough of a shit about me to make a damned plan.’”

He had no idea what to say to that.

“You turned a motorcycle into a sex toy, for me. You wanted me enough to risk something for me. I mean, yes, the lies are not acceptable, and you will never do it again…but you put in effort. You make things happen. You try…because you want me.”

Damn. Men had done this beautiful woman dirty, if her main takeaway was that he had the ability to execute a plan.

“I’ll tell you a secret.” She leaned in, despite the fact that there wasn’t a soul around here. “One of the reasons I like rope bondage, at least with the guys I’ve worked with here, is because it’s a sure thing. The things we’ve done…I’d be scared that I would just end up disappointed if I tried those with someone else. So I got into rope bondage. Got…inside my own head.” She tapped her temple while shooting him a soft smile. “I couldn’t be disappointed that way. I didn’t have to rely on my top except to tie the ropes. I convinced myself all I needed was the feeling of flying, the sense of connection within myself.”

“Your Doms deserved to know this.”

“I know they did. I told you I’m not a good submi—”

“Finish that sentence,” he growled. “I dare you.”

Vic licked her lower lip, taking it between her teeth for a moment.

“You might be pissed about all this, when you aren’t post-orgasm agreeable,” he said after a moment.

tucked her hair behind her ear, a nervous gesture he’d never seen her make before. “We already know my brain is a mess, so it won’t surprise you that being made to fuck a motorcycle

to share with the class?” He gestured around the

things, I realized I was starting to develop a crush. On you. I thought it was utterly ridiculous. Having a crush on your Dom

grin like a loon. “Vic, you better

“I’m not.”

her down onto his chest as

try this, see where it goes.” He slid his hands down her back, under the blanket so he could feel

and sub,” Vic said

the privacy of his mind he was picturing her in her pjs

still expect to negotiate

conditions. No negotiating every damn thing. The minute your car comes through the gate, you. Are.

forehead on his, their noses touching as she said, “And

that. He liked that a

way she had earlier. She tossed her leg across his then threw the blanket over both of them. It didn’t cover most of him, but he’d

until she was settled and her breathing slow. Then Cain shot his hand out, cupping her pussy, which was no longer quite so damp, but

he palmed her,

the best parts of L.” Cain flicked her clit, and Vic hissed at him, her hand worming under the blanket to his cock. “Tomorrow we’re starting at A, and we’ll do the whole

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was an odd pairing, given that she was a rope-bottom, but that was what the game