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She was really shaking now. “I… I’m not sure if I can.”

“You can. And you will. For me.”

She nodded, unable to speak. Yes, for him. She wanted nothing else at this moment. What was happening to her? She couldn’t think clearly enough to figure it out.

“Get undressed now, Skye.”

The breath went right out of her. “Wh—what?”

His voice was low but certain. “No more talking, Skye. You will obey me while we’re in scene, and it’s starting right now. I told you to take your clothes off.”

Tears threatened for reasons she couldn’t understand. She bit her lip and held them back. This was how it all began, wasn’t it? And it was exactly what she wanted. But she couldn’t move.

She was shaking her head again, unable to speak as he pulled her in hard, right up against him, so that their bodies were flesh against bone. It was lovely and a little threatening all at the same time. His scent went through her like a small storm of sensation as his big hand gripped her waist. Dizzying. Electrifying.

“Skye, listen to me,” he said, his tone low but firm, more commanding than ever, his breath warm in her hair. “You are going to have to find a way to do as I tell you. To accept that. To yield. As I said before, this is a process. If you can’t give yourself over to the process, we can’t do this. But I think you can. I know you can. I see it in you. Cry if you need to. It doesn’t matter, and in fact, I might enjoy it if you do. All that matters is simply doing it. Do you understand what I’m saying? You may respond.”

She nodded, trying to blink the tears away. “It’s too real,” she whispered.

“Too real to deal with?”

“No, just… incredibly, intensely real.”

“Tell me again that you want to be here, if you do. You’re always welcome to stop this as needed. I mean that.”

“I do want to be here, I swear it.” She pulled back and looked up at him, caught his blue gaze. And was struck again by his pure, male beauty. Yes, every cell in her being wanted to be there.

“You need to stop thinking,” he told her. “Do what your body is asking you to do. You’ve already done the thinking part in working through our negotiations, deciding to come to me. Too much thinking now will only get in the way of what’s happening between us here.”

“I’m trying.”

He swept a strand of hair from her cheek, his fingertips a whisper of skin against skin that made her limbs warm and weak. Yet his arm around her waist, his hand at her hip, were still holding her almost tight enough to hurt.

“Tell me what the struggle is about, Skye.”

“I’m trying to figure it out, but it’s hard to think straight. I’m just… it’s hard to give up control. It’s scary no matter how much I want to do this, and some part of me feels… ashamed that I want this, yet also that I’m having a hard time giving myself over to it. Does that make sense?”

“It’s very common for people to feel some shame about wanting these things—to experience pain, to give it. It’s what society puts in our heads, the fear of things that are unfamiliar. That’s part of the psychology involved; this attraction to the taboo.” He smiled slowly. “And for a lot of us, the taboo is the turn-on. Isn’t that true for you?”

She nodded, said quietly, “Yes.”

Her cheeks were burning. But he was absolutely right.

“You have to allow it to happen, Skye, or it won’t happen at all. The struggle is fine as long as you can get through it. Take a breath and let’s try this again. And because of your struggle, I will ask you one final time. Do you want this? Are you ready to begin?”

She pulled in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, then she nodded once more. “Yes. I’m ready now.”

“Good. Come with me, beautiful girl,” he said, his voice gentle yet still full of authority. “I’ll help you.”

Beautiful girl.

Wonderful that he would say that to her. The words made her shiver.

The fact that he gave the tender skin at her waist a hard pinch before he let her go made her a little limp all over, made her pussy wet.

She swallowed.

Oh yes, this is really it.

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