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Curled naked against her new lover, Amelia traced the line of barbed-wire tattoo curling its way around his large, muscular bicep. "Go on, tell me more. I really want to know."

Richard, hands behind his head, stared up at the ceiling. "What's to know? I work construction. I ride a Harley, I have tattoos, I keep a knife in my boot, and I don't take shit from nobody."

Amelia shook her head. "That's not who you are. That's the tough guy image you present to the world. I want to know about the man underneath all that. The one you keep hidden away. The one you don't have to hide anymore. Not with me."

"Not following you."

Amelia decided to try another tack. "Okay. Tell me about what you were like before. Before you put on all the muscle and the ink."

Richard shrugged. "You mean back when I was a kid?"

Amelia nodded.

"Man, I try not to even think about it. The bad old days, I call them."

Amelia placed her hand on Richard's arm, nodding sympathetically. "Go on," she urged softly.

"I was the runt of four brothers, the brunt of their practical jokes and teasing. My father encouraged the bullying. Roughhousing, he called it. Getting the shit beat out of you on a daily basis apparently builds character." Richard's fists were clenched, his jaw bunched. "Pretty boy, my brothers used to call me, and it wasn't a compliment. I was actually glad when I broke my nose playing hockey and it healed like this." He touched the bump on the bridge of his crooked nose. "At least they couldn't say that anymore."

"You're still a handsome man, broken nose and all, Richard," Amelia cooed, drawing circles with her finger around his nipples, brown against his smooth, tan chest. "But that's not a bad thing. It's a good thing. I like a good looking man. One who knows how to please a woman." She tweaked his nipple, twisting just enough to get his attention, noting the faint color rising up his blond-stubbled cheeks.

Leaning over him, her breasts dragging along his chest, she kissed him. It was a slow, teasing kiss, ending with her teeth tugging gently at his lower lip, leaving Richard with no question or doubt as to who was in charge. When she finally pulled back, he sighed, his cock jutting hard along his flat stomach.

Taking a breath, she went on - it was now or never. She had been waiting for the right man to come along, the one who would help her realize her secret fantasies and dreams as she explored his. Was Richard that man? Something in Amelia's heart said he was.

"I can take you there, Richard. You need a strong woman who can see past the tough boy façade, who knows your secrets and knows how to take charge." Amelia cupped his balls, capturing them.

"I don't know what you're getting at, babe. I'm the one in charge. I'm the man." The lie hung in the air between them and Amelia laughed softly. Releasing his cock and balls, she kissed his side, her lips trailing lightly down his skin, her fingers delicately teasing his flesh.

"We've been going out, what, three weeks now?" Amelia asked.

Richard shrugged. "I guess."

"Tell me, Richard," she coaxed. "It's time."

"Tell you? Tell you what?"

Again she gripped his cock, clutching its hard girth, her other hand resting lightly on his chest. "Your fantasies. The ones you've never shared. The ones involving rope and chain, the ones with you kneeling, bound and naked, at the mercy of a woman who knows what you need and is ready to give it to you."

"What the fuck - ?" Richard sputtered but she could feel the beat of his heart suddenly urgent beneath her palm, his body tensing as if ready for a fight - or flight. Sliding down, she slipped her mouth over his erection, stroking it with her tongue. She sucked and caressed him until she felt his muscles ease, though his heart continued to pound.

Amelia thought about the websites she'd found in her browser history after Richard had borrowed her laptop the weekend before while she was working. Bound boys. Male Sex Slaves. Dominatrix XXX. Moving back up beside him, she whispered, "I know the websites you visit, baby. I know what turns you on. You don't have to lie anymore."

"Oh, shit," Richard blurted. "It's not what you think."

Amelia put her finger lightly over Richard's lips. "No, no. You don't have to hide it. That's what I'm trying to tell you. I get it. I understand what you need. I want it too. Not just for you, but for us. But I want you to tell me. To admit what you need, what you long for."

Richard was staring at her now, his eyes wide, his lips parted. "You want it too?" he breathed.

Amelia nodded. "I want to be that woman for you. If you'll let me."

Richard rolled onto his back, his hands again behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He said nothing for several long beats. Silently Amelia remonstrated herself - she'd pushed him too far, too fast. But she knew, damn it, she just knew he wanted this as much as she did. This was her chance, as well as his, to find out if her own secret fantasies could become more than that.

Just when she nearly gave up, Richard began to speak, his eyes still toward the ceiling. "Okay. If you really want to know. If you're sure you're cool with it."

"Yes," Amelia whispered, squeezing his arm for reassurance.

Richard took a breath and blew it out. "Okay. I've never told this to a soul. But what the hell, right?" Again the nervous laugh, but then he sobered and began.

"Every fantasy I've ever had, sexually speaking, has revolved around a strong woman who knew how to put me in my place." He paused. Amelia didn't move. After a beat, he continued, "I don't even know where this comes from - my mother was a timid little mouse who jumped every time my father said boo. So she certainly wasn't my role model for what you'd call a dominating woman. Maybe I was just born this way. I don't know."

Amelia let her hand trail from his arm to his groin. She lightly stroked his cock. "Go on."

Richard blew out a breath, but continued, "When I was a teenager, I got a hold of some S&M magazines. It was all female sub stuff. When I was reading the stories and looking at the photos, I would pretend it was a guy there naked on the floor, bowing to the will of his Mistress."

Richard stopped suddenly, the red rising over his face in a tide of embarrassment. He wiped a hand across his forehead. "God, I can't believe I'm actually saying all this out loud! I'm twenty-four and I've never admitted this to anyone, ever. Part of me is waiting for you to freak out. To kick me out on my ass for being a wimp."

"Oh, no, quite the opposite, Richard," Amelia hurried to reassure him. "I find it very sexy. Something about a strong, capable guy like you finding the courage to submit to a woman. That's a huge turn on to me, Richard. Huge." She squeezed his cock for emphasis and let her tongue snake over her lower lip.

Again the flash of longing, coupled with something else now.

Hope?