And now here she was, about to walk into Austin’s house and find him waiting for her with some sort of paddle or whip in hand. What was he going to do? How badly would it hurt? Mandy closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. The reality was that the question that bothered her the most, that completely terrified her, was--how much would it turn her on?

She had always had a dark side to her fantasies--fantasies of a strong man bending her over his knee or tying her up and dominating her. A hidden part of her craved the pain, wanted to be forced to submit. It was a secret that she had told no one, had seldom even admitted to herself. And now here she was, about to make those fantasies come true.

Eventually, Mandy could stall no longer. She wiped her nervous hands against her jeans, and slid out of the car, slamming the door behind her. She could feel nervous butterflies squirming in her stomach as she walked up the driveway toward the front door. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would explode in her chest. For a moment, she even wondered if she would pass out. She hesitated for a moment, then shoved the feeling aside and kept trudging toward her doom.

Then she was knocking at the door, that moment before he answered stretching out forever. She nearly whimpered in nervous anticipation, the unknown a terrifying question in her mind, both torturing and teasing her. She bit her lip anxiously, worried eyes glued to the door.

When Austin finally opened the door, his endearing smile broke over her like sunshine, melting her heart even as it thudded in her chest. This was why she had agreed. Well, one of the reasons at least. All Austin had to do was give her that special smile meant just for her, and she wanted to give him the moon.

He reached out and took her hand in his, his large palm dwarfing hers, pulling her into the house. Neither said a word. They did not need to. Mandy was in his arms in an instant, her arms wrapped around his neck, his mouth seizing her lips. The spicy scent of him intoxicated her, rushing straight to her head, and she was instantly drunk with him, wanting nothing but him. His lips burned against hers, his tongue a flame that stroked her lips, delving into her mouth. Their tongues battled, their dance as old as time, the rhythm traveling through their bodies as their hips pressed together.

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