"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

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The change in Deacon was indubitable.

His usual calm remained, but a formidable energy rippled through him, his gaze no longer kind and gentle, but very much predatory. His face was painfully empty, the dark shadows that formed from the trembling flames of the many candles that lit the room dancing along his bare shoulders.

He watched me watch him; satisfaction anchored itself to his gaze. He liked me like this, bound and bared to him. He liked watching me gasp and squirm beneath his gaze and his touch.

I fucking hated how fucking turned on I was. The softness of the mattress caressed me, but the painful bite of the black, leather cuffs I was fighting against bit into my wrists and ankles. It was a beautiful harmony, comfort and pain, and I knew that the pinch in my limbs would cease if I stopped fighting, but I wasn't sure I wanted that. I liked the way it felt.

I knew what was coming and that . . . that I wanted.

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