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embarrassed to have him look at my backside, although why, I wasn’t sure. He’d seen plenty of it the previous night.
    “Good.” His hand skimmed over me lightly. “It won’t bruise.”
    It wasn’t a question, so I didn’t say anything. But I was happy. And surprised. It certainly felt like it would bruise.
    When he took my hand, I noticed he’d taken off his robe. He led me to the side of the tub and stepped in, still holding my hand.

    “It’ll sting a bit,” he said. “But that should disappear soon.”
    I gasped as I entered the hot water. It felt so good after the icy coldness of the winter air. And it did sting, but as I grew accustomed to the water, I felt the pain slip away.
    “No pain today,” Nathaniel said, taking me in his arms and drawing me down to sit on him. “Just pleasure.”
    The steam was heavier when I sat down on his lap, I couldn’t see him clearly. He was all fuzzy and buried in the fog. Like he was a dream. Like this was a dream.
    His lips nibbled on my neck and his hands ran down my arms. “Touch me,” he whispered in my ear.
    My hands ran down his chest. I hadn’t touched him like that before. It was new. His chest was rock-hard and perfect, like the rest of him. My hands went lower, stroked his stomach. He sucked in a breath when my hands went even lower. Then I brushed his cock and he was hard. I took him in one hand.
    “Two hands,” he whispered. I took the length of him with both hands and, because I knew he’d like it, squeezed him hard.
    “You learn fast.” He slipped his arms to my waist and spun me to straddle him. Gentle, though, careful not to touch where he’d struck me last night.
    The entire experience was a lesson in opposites. The frigid temperature of the air and the heat of thewater. The pleasure Nathaniel brought to my body and the soreness that reminded me of the pain he inflicted last night. But mostly it was Nathaniel himself—the man who could be hard as nails and still touch me as light as a feather.
    I breathed in the warm, enveloping steam as he worked me with his magical hands. I’d thought that maybe my feelings for him had cooled. Especially after the previous night. But being in his arms, being so close, and feeling what he could do to my body, the flicker grew to a spark and I knew I was dangerously close to igniting completely.

CHAPTER
TWELVE

    I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching. No one. I went back to the computer in front of me.
    Do it , Bad Abby encouraged.
    But it’s wrong , Good Abby countered.
    No one will know. Bad Abby was so bad.
    You’ll know. Good Abby was a stick-in-the-mud.
    My fingers were poised over the keyboard. Poised and ready. Nathaniel West. It’d take me seconds to type his name.
    Nathaniel. The man was starting to fill my weekdays as well as my weekends. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even after the horrible spanking. I should have wanted nothing to do with him. I should have taken the collar off and mailed it back to him.
    Instead I was counting down the hours until Friday night. At six. Six o’clock this weekend. There had been no impersonal phone calls this week. No need for one.
    I looked at my watch. Thirty-and-a-half hours left. I was such a dork. I bet none of his other submissiveshad counted down. Then again, we were talking about Nathaniel West. On second thought, I bet all his submissives counted down.
    But back to the business at hand. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and typed his name as fast as I could.
    Oh, yeah. Sure , Good Abby snorted. It doesn’t count if you don’t look.
    The computer whirred as it pulled up the information I asked for. My heart pounded. I looked over my shoulder again. Then back to the screen.
    And there it was. Jackpot.
    Nathaniel West was a public library patron. Or at least he could be. He had a card. He just never used it. Interesting. When had he been issued a card? I counted backward. Six and a half years ago. Hmmm…I’d been