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talk. We just went right into it, into this, into this place of lust and dominance. He wanted me to submit, to allow him to take over, to be the man, the one in charge. He did it in a rough way; there was a certain élan to it. It was what it was. Submit to me , he implied, though the words rarely fell from his lips. If only I could do that. But there was always something that wanted to stop me. I had to fight that something, that little voice in the back of my head going, “Whoa! What are you doing, girl?” But I couldn’t listen to that voice, not in that moment. I had to do this. So, I conceded.
    “Well?” he asked.
    “I acquiesce,” I said, knowing that while I was submitting, that while I was agreeing to what he wanted me to, that I would get what I wanted too. At least I hoped it turned out like that.
    It was all about trust. I had to learn to trust him. It was that simple.
    My words pleased him. That’s what he wanted to hear. He sat down on the couch and nodded for me to strip. My hands trembled with excitement as I began to undress and they continued doing this as I removed each item of clothing until I was naked in front of him. I felt so vulnerable, but so alive. I had to admit that I loved his eyes on me like that, taking me in so thoroughly, making the lust in him grow and build.
    “Now come here,” he said.
    I went and stood in front of him. He looked up at me and slid his hand between my legs and then began to play with me, with my clit. I stayed still as he did that and within seconds, he was bringing me to an intense orgasm. It didn’t take long. That’s how much power he had over me. Soon, I was shaking with it, shivering, wanting more, wanting his cock inside of me.
    “ Ahh ,” I moaned as I was overcome. “ Ahhh , yeah…”
    Once the orgasm had dissipated, he stood and kissed me, kissed me hard and then without a word, left me standing there alone and naked and wanting more. He was headed to the door. What the hell was that all about? I called out to him, “Don’t go.”
    “But you got what you wanted, didn’t you?” he asked.
    My head dropped. Yes. And no. Again, he was punishing me, punishing me by withholding. Making me crazy! He was so good at that, at making me crazy. But I knew why he was doing this, why the punishment wasn’t necessarily about the riding crop or the spanking or even the dominance. The punishment was about him not trusting me. It was our issue, trust, and one that tripped us up almost on a daily basis.
    “I want you,” I told him and meant it.
    He nodded once, quickly. “Then do as I say.”
    I turned to him. I was ready for that.
    “Get down and crawl over to me,” he told me, his French accent coming out. “I want to see how you move. I want to know that you want this.”
    I got down on all fours and headed over to him, my hips swaying as I did so. I did feel a flash of humiliation but I overrode it in anticipation of what was to come. Then I was at him, at his feel, below him. What next?
    He bent down to me, cupping my chin in his hand and pulled my soft lips to his. He gave me a light kiss and pulled back. “What do you want, Teagan ? What do you want from me?”
    Could I say it? Could I verbalize it? I wanted his love, if only I would allow myself to admit it. I wanted him, all of him, every inch of his soul. I wanted to lose myself in him and give myself over. But could I? Should I? Would I? I didn’t know. But that’s what these games were about; they were about me submitting not only my body but my heart. He was waiting for that, just as I was waiting on him to do the same. We were waiting one another out. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out, either.
    “I want you,” I said, hating to admit it, hating the perceived weakness in my voice. “To love me.”
    “What would we do with that?” he asked. “Love? What do we do with love?”
    What an odd question. I didn’t know. I just knew what I wanted.
    “Love doesn’t matter,”