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She rolls her eyes. “I remember just fine.” She hands me the items. “But I can see you’re worried, so I thought I’d help you out a bit. Start with your palm; move on from there.”

“Paige…”

She squares off with me, toe-to-toe, hands on her hips. “I need this, Dane. I need you to remind me. I need you to chase away the pain. I need you to make me forget. Please.”

Fuck.

Chapter 5

Paige

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For a moment, I fear he will turn me down. I understand his hesitation, but I don’t think I can fully relax until he dominates me. I need him to make me cry. I need to purge three years of pent-up frustration.

Submission and masochism is in my blood. I’ve given it up for three long years. I need it back, and I’m so damn glad I didn’t have to hunt down a random Dom I’ve never met to scene with. I might have cried all night just from the fact it would be such a huge reminder that somewhere in the world my man was probably at another club somewhere with some sub who was not me. Probably his wife.

I’ve never looked Dane up online. I couldn’t. It would be too risky. I haven’t touched social media in three years. I don’t own the latest smartphone or a computer. Those were the hardest things to give up. Not for the social aspects but because I’m a fucking computer genius. Or I was. After three years, I probably can’t turn a gadget on. Technology changes too fast.

Dane takes the items I pulled from the armoire from me. He sets them on the bed and strides back to me.

My breath hitches when he bends down to unzip my boots and pull them off. He rises in front of me and sets his hands on my hips. “You were always naked when I dominated you.”

I turn in his arms. “Undo the back of the corset for me?”

He reaches for the zipper and slowly lowers it. “How did you get it on?”

“It wasn’t easy. I bought this kind so I wouldn’t have to cinch it up. There was no way I could have done that. I zipped it up at the front and held my breath while I spun it around.”

He sets his lips on my shoulder and kisses me. “I missed your skin.”

I missed his everything.

I’m holding the front of the corset, covering my breasts, while he lowers the zipper of my skirt. It falls to the floor, leaving me in black lace panties and the open corset I’m holding across my chest.

Dane tucks his fingers in the elastic at my waist and eases the panties down my legs. “Step out, baby.” His voice is rough.

I do as he says, my head shifting into a submissive place I haven’t experienced in three years.

When he stands again, he’s still behind me. He gently takes the corset from my hands and tosses it onto the bed. His arms come around my middle below my breasts, and he holds me close.

I shiver. This is surreal. I close my eyes and sway in his embrace. Seconds pass. Minutes. It’s so peaceful. I’m centering myself in my submission. I assume he’s finding his dominant side.

When Dane finally turns me around, he holds me by the biceps at arm’s length and lets his gaze roam down my body. I wait for him to find my scars.

His breath hitches, and he bends to kiss the pucker of skin on my left breast and then along the scar beneath it. “Tell me about these. I haven’t even asked about your injuries.”

“I was shot in the chest,” I whisper. “The bullet hit my lung. I had broken ribs and a collapsed lung. It took several hours of surgery to repair them. Two of my ribs were shattered. That’s why I wasn’t awake for a few days.”

He closes his eyes, and he sets his forehead against mine. “I’m so sorry.”

“Me, too, Dane.” I reach for his tie. I’m naked. He’s fully clothed.

He starts undoing the buttons of his shirt.

“Is this what you wear to work?”

“Yes. We’re very professional in the office.”

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