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“You?” He snorted. “No, definitely not.” Then Landon pursed his lips. “Though keeping you collared, aroused, and naked in my bedroom for days on end is appealing.”

Colette licked her lower lip, leaving it glossy and wet.

“Sometimes, possessiveness is a prison,” she murmured. “And sometimes belonging to someone is the only time you’re safe enough to be free.”

He understood, though for him it was the other side of that coin. Knowing she was his relaxed something inside him, made the world feel perfectly balanced.

“But I’m still worried,” she whispered. “What if there are things now that will make me…” She shrugged, hands balled up in his shirt.

“Then let’s find your new limits. We won’t wait to be surprised, we’ll figure it out together, and then you won’t have to worry, and I won’t be afraid that you’ll look at me like I’m a monster.”

Her gaze leapt to his. “Never, Landon.”

“It would kill me,” he admitted. “And if you decided you can’t or don’t want any part of BDSM, we won’t do it.”

“You’d just…stop being a Dom?”

“Yes.”

Her mouth opened and closed several times. “We’d have vanilla sex?”

“Yes.”

“Us?” Her brows were approaching her hairline.

“Yes,” he insisted, then cleared his throat. “Or we’d find some other fetish or kink we were both into.”

A surprise laugh sputtered out of Colette. “That sounds more realistic. But I don’t want to lose what we have.”

“I don’t want to lose you.” He released her neck, needing both hands for what came next. “Ready?”

Colette took a deep breath. “Yes.”

FORTY-THREE

Colette stared into Landon’s warm, dark gaze as he slowly drew her arms up over her head. He was gripping her wrists, just below the still-tender places where the chain had dug into the base of her hands.

She was okay until he stretched her arms up high enough her upper arms touched her ears.

“S-stop,” she stammered, shocked by sudden onset of terror.

Landon immediately released her. “Good. Well done, love.”

The minute he let her go she started to calm, the fact that he let her go soothing something deep inside her.

“I think we say no arms over your head, standing up or lying down.”

She winced. “But that means there are so many things we can’t?—”

Landon shoved his knee between her legs. “Spread.”

She stepped wide, unsure of what he was doing, but trusting him completely. With her legs spread, she was highly aware of how wet her sex was from just his soft words and softer kiss. Landon nudged the inside of one ankle, urging her a little wider.

Then he took hold of her wrists once more, drawing her arms not straight up, but up and out.

Colette tipped her head back against the wall, breathing through her open mouth as desire and submission rolled through her.

“How does that feel?” he murmured.