After a minute, he tugs on the collar. “We should continue the rounds. See, and be seen.”

I nod, then stand and follow him around the room some more, my eyes taking it all in, my body on fire. I’ve never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, and I’ve never really considered being dominated. Most of the men I’ve slept with have been pretty vanilla. But I’m not a prude and I’m not ignorant. I’ve read my share of articles and books. But until I came here, I never put myself into the picture. Now, I see me in every one of these girls. More than that, starting with last night’s dream, I see Riley standing over me.

Even more surprising, I realize that I don’t mind his starring role in my fantasies.

My thoughts of him make me realize that he hasn’t spoken since we left the bench, and I’m afraid that my unexpected reaction shocked him even more than it surprised me. “Riley?” I’m not sure he’s heard me. I’m behind him, so I can’t see his face. But then he stops and turns, his gaze skimming over me, making my entire body crackle with desire.

“What else?” he asks. “What else do you see that you like?”

The question makes me feel exposed, and I almost refuse to answer. After all, I’ve already shared way more with him than I’d planned. And yet I can’t deny that this evening is turning into a journey of self-awareness. Including the awareness that for better or for worse, I want Riley Blade’s hands on me again. And, yeah, I want a hell of a lot more than that, too.

“Tell me,” he urges, coming to stand behind me. Once again, his hands go to my shoulders. He pulls me against him so that I feel his bare abs against my shoulders and the press of his erection against my lower back. His teeth nip the curve of my ear, and his voice slides over me, as sensual as warm honey. “Tell me,” he repeats as his fingers move lightly over my breast, coming to a halt just beneath the edge of the bodice. “Tell me, and you’ll get a reward.”

“Riley—”

“Sir,” he corrects. “Or Master. And there are punishments for girls who don’t do as they’re told.”

I tremble in his arms, more aroused than I can ever remember being. “Yes, sir,” I say, and feel one of his hands slip around to my lower back.

“Your safe word is pineapple,” he tells me. “Now go on. What else in this room turns you on?”

I’m tempted to say simply you. But I know that’s not what he means. So instead I tell him the truth. “I don’t see them anymore.”