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It took her less than three seconds to close herhow I should phrase this for your candidates”

She’d lied Instead of aze, she stared at the potted plant near the

Rather than unleashing the beast that suddenly wanted to dominate her, he kept his tone even “I’?”

Finally, after a breath, she looked at him “I’ll make some discreet inquiries of the candidates What is it you’re looking for?”

He ached to capture her chin and force her to look at him “How much do you know about BDSM?”

She pulled back her shoulders, as if on round “I’ve heard of it”

“No personal experience?”

“That’s not relevant”

Damn her dishonest answer Some? None? Would he be her first? Could he take her, mold her into what he wanted?

What the fuck rong with him? He’d already decided she was off-limits “There are as many ways to practice BDSM as there are people in the lifestyle No relationship is the same”

“Makes sense”

Mesmerized, he watched the wild flutter of her pulse in her throat It was like oxygen to a dying man He wanted more “Some people prefer to confine their practices to the bedrooe at a club or play party A nurees on a twenty-four-hour basis”

“Where do your…proclivities lie?”

Until now, he hadn’t considered he ht want a subo to the club He was a Doive a sub what she wanted, whether it was pain, roleplay, hu, hours with torturous toys

When he’d planned to marry Emma, he assumed she would work at a job that inspired her Alternatively, she’d have been free to engage in social activities or charity endeavors like the wives of so up his clubs hadn’t been a consideration Nor had he allowed hi her to hs spread and cunt shaved

Noever, he couldn’t banish the thought And since his ured he should be specific in his requests More, he wanted Hope to knohat she was getting into, even if she didn’t yet realize he’d chosen her “I want my wife to be submissive twenty-four hours a day”