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  Surprised, she touched her hair self-consciously before forcing her hand to her side. Keeping her voice steady, she said, “You don’t have to to flatter me.”

  “It’s not flattery. It’s a compliment, and a sincere one. But I apologize if I overstepped.” He said this formally, his gaze never leaving hers.

  Oh, God. He was too delicious. Perfectly polite, observing a protocol they hadn’t discussed but which stemmed from his silent acknowledgment that she was in the superior position. She’d tied him up before, but not truly topped him, so she could have called him out for assumptions. The truth was, her place was above him. That was where she liked to be, as he liked to be below. She liked the fact that neither of them had needed to announce it, the way some did, with a label or extravagant display of protocol.

  She liked him.

  “It’s my first time here for an open play night,” she said. “You’ll have to guide me.”

  Eric laughed self-consciously, ducking his head briefly before meeting her gaze again. “It would be my pleasure.”

  “I hope so,” Madeline said.

  He grinned at her and made a grand gesture to the room. “Anything in particular that gets your motor running?”

  She laughed, charmed, and tilted her head to give him a thoughtful looking over. The first time they’d been together, she’d tied him up purely for the sake of demonstration. Tonight would be…different.

  “Would you like me to tie you up, Eric?”

  His shudder was almost imperceptible, but she noticed it. Also the way his dark eyes went heavy lidded for a second or so. His tongue slipped out to dent his lower lip before disappearing back into his mouth and leaving a small, glistening spot she wanted to lick away.

  “Yes,” he said in a low voice. “Please.”

  “Say it.” The command left her lips, surprising her with its force.

  It felt good. Right. Sexy, she admitted. To command him. To watch the way his body tensed and straightened at the sound of her voice.

  “Please tie me up, M…” he hesitated, looking to her for guidance.

  She didn’t know if he meant to say Mistress, or Ma’am, or simply her name. Madeline nodded once toward him. “Madeline is fine for now.”

  “Please tie me up, Madeline.”

  They stared at each other for a few seconds, neither moving. Again, she nodded once. She looked toward the area with the ropes, then back at him, wondering if he would understand her silent order to lead the way.

  He did. She followed, admiring the firm roundness of his ass beneath the khaki trousers. By the time they reached the other side of the room, she already had a design and a series of knots forming in her mind. She could feel it in her fingers already.

  “I used to have such a lovely collection of my own rope,” she said as she looked over the club’s supplies. Madeline looked up to see Eric giving her a curious look. She’d said too much.

  “Used to?”

  She lifted her chin. “Yes. Quite some time ago. I left it behind and always meant to rebuild my collection but never have.”

  “Why not?” He put the gym bag down.

  “I haven’t had anyone to tie up,” she replied succinctly, without looking at him.

  Eric didn’t reply to that. Madeline ran her fingers over the coiled rope before curling her hands into fists she released after a few seconds. She looked at him.

  “Shall we?”

  “Yes. Please,” he added.

  “I’d like you naked tonight. If you’re comfortable with that.”

  His eyebrow rose. A hint of pink tinged his cheeks, although surely he could not be blushing. The sight of it sent warmth flooding through her, all the way to her center. Arousal, unexpected but not unwelcome. Her nipples tightened against the fabric of her tee-shirt.

  Eric definitely noticed, but cut his gaze so quickly it left her amused. He shifted from foot to foot before unbuttoning his shirt quickly and shrugging out of it. She’d seen his bare chest before, but hadn’t noticed the nipple piercing then, nor the dark lines of the tattoo on his inner bicep. A simple, minimalistic design, a single word.

  Patience

  “Is it a pun?”

  He frowned. “Huh?”

  “You’re a doctor,” she said. “Patients? Patience?”

  Eric laughed and shook his head. “No. It wasn’t meant to be.”

  “I have one.” She pulled down her collar to show the clean lines of her clavicle.

  He leaned closer to read it aloud. We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness. A quote, but if he knew its origin, he didn’t say so. Madeline didn’t offer an explanation.

  “Is it still tender?” Madeline stepped closer, indicating the nipple piercing. “May I touch?”

  “Ah…yes. Yes, please.”

  She pressed her lips together against her smile, keeping her expression neutral. Her fingertips stroked the skin around the silver metal. She tweaked the nipple, knowing it could be sore and watching for his reaction.

  Eric tensed. His lips parted. He hissed out a sigh. His dark eyes got even darker as his pupils dilated.

  Oh, how she wanted to hurt him.

  She did not do anything of the sort, of course. They were not intimate enough for that, and while there might be many, Eric possibly included, who had no problems playing that way with near-strangers, Madeline had never been that comfortable unleashing her desires without getting to know her partner. She withdrew her hand.

  “You like that.” It was not a question.

  He nodded. “Yeah.”

  “The pain,” she clarified.

  “Yes. I like the pain.”

  She thought about this as she studied his body. He was naturally lean, although thicker in the belly than seemed to be his normal. He took care of himself, but had fallen out of the habit, she thought, and wondered what had changed his habits. Still, while he might seem a little self-conscious about it, she would take great pleasure in using a body like that. Causing him to react. A small thrill coursed through her, and she met his gaze.

  Possibilities.

  “I want you naked,” she told him.

  “Yes, Madeline.”

  Six

  Naked, Eric knelt on the soft foam pads placed on the floor specifically for this purpose. They could be easily cleaned and disinfected, but also prevented his knees from aching. He was glad for that. Liking to get hurt didn’t mean he liked all pain, and his jacked-up knees aching would definitely take away the pleasure from Madeline’s exquisite rope work.

  She’d laced him around the thighs and torso, binding his arms behind him. They bent back at a strict angle so that he was forced to keep his back straight or really start aching. Already, his shoulders tingled from the position.

  His cock ached, too.

  Hard as iron. He didn’t look down at himself, but he felt the slick heat of precome dripping from the head. She hadn’t touched him, not there, but every time she touched him somewhere else, drawing the final cords around him, intricately knotting them, his cock tensed. Twitched.

  Madeline had adorned him with nipple clamps that bit cruelly into his flesh before she’d added so much as a single knot. Pain radiated from the clips in increasing circles. Hot and cold pulses of ecstatic agony made him shiver, but Eric did his best to stay still.

  Her hand curved over his shoulder, her fingers gripping firmly. Madeline leaned close to brush her lips over his ear, to whisper. “Shhh.”

  Eric went as still as he could. If he closed his eyes, he couldn’t see her, but he also was having a hard time keeping them open. The red haze of arousal overwhelmed him. He wanted to lose himself in it, inside the swirling currents of desire filling his body and his mind. He blinked rapidly, but let himself sink into the daze.

  Madeline’s fingers gripped again, while her other hand tugged unexpectedly at the clamp over his pierced nipple. He cried out, jerking. A slow surge of heat filled his balls. His asshole clenched. His cock throbbed.

  “Look