By His Desire by Kate Grey

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    He jerked upright and seized her wrists in a grip so tight she cried out.
    “No,” he said, realizing how out of control this had unexpectedly gotten and how essential it was to reestablish boundaries.
    “But Keith, I—”
    “Don’t say my name,” he snapped. “You can address me as Sir.”
    He hardly ever demanded that his partners call him Sir. But when Sarah used his name another clutch of panic had made his heart tighten in his chest.
    He couldn’t stay, he realized suddenly. He needed to get the hell out of here and regroup.
    And if she was still here tomorrow, things would have to be very different between them. He’d gone easy on her tonight for some inexplicable reason, but no more.
    He pulled away and got to his feet, leaving Sarah on her knees in almost the exact position she’d been when he’d first come in.
    “You were doing well until the end,” he said coolly, straightening his clothes with shaking hands. “Unfortunately, trying to remove your blindfold was a direct violation of my orders. We’ll have to deal with that tomorrow night. You’ll receive your instructions at dinner.”
    He paused, looking down at her. Her beautiful face was turned up towards his. With her eyes covered it was difficult to read her expression.
    He was filled with an urge to rip off her blindfold himself and take her into his arms, raining kisses on that soft, sweet mouth.
    His hands tightened into fists.
    “You can take off the blindfold once I’m gone.”
    And then he left, without bothering to say goodnight.
     

 
    Chapter Four
    As she finished another delicious breakfast, Sarah reflected on the fact that now, at least, she had the answer to one burning question.
    She could turn Keith Logan on. Last night, she’d literally knocked him on his ass, and it was the sexiest thing that ever happened to her. Whatever this was to Keith, it wasn’t just a game where he pleasured her without taking pleasure himself, staying in absolute control of the situation. He’d lost control a couple of times last night, and she’d never relished anything more in her life.
    She wanted to make him lose control again. But he’d made it clear at the end that he didn’t want that.
    She could understand. She could sympathize. She felt the same way herself...or at least, she had until two days ago.
    But she was starting to enjoy the experience of not being in control. Well...maybe enjoy wasn’t the right word. It wasn’t like a nice cup of tea, or a rainy day indoors with an Agatha Christie novel.
    It was raw. It was intense.
    It was dangerous.
    Dangerous to the way she’d tried to live her life since she was five years old. Dangerous to her self-imposed isolation. Dangerous to every idea she had about herself.
    Keith had pushed her out of her comfort zone, and she felt more exhilarated, more alive, than she ever had before.
    And she wanted to give him the same thing. This week they had together was an opportunity. A chance for both of them to step outside the cages they’d made for themselves—cages of loneliness.
    Because Keith was lonely. She’d never been more certain of anything.
    Maybe he’d even been lonely in high school. It seemed inconceivable—he’d always been surrounded by people fawning over him, including every pretty girl at the Academy.
    And yet, the only time she’d ever seen him look truly happy had been those moments when he was playing with the headmaster’s dog.
    She wished she’d had the courage to talk to him back then. He’d given her plenty of openings. He’d always been friendly towards her, but she’d usually responded to his overtures with shrugs or monosyllables, so paralyzed with embarrassment she couldn’t even meet his eyes.
    Of course a big part of that had been her social anxiety disorder, which hadn’t been diagnosed until her freshman year in college. And that wasn’t her fault.
    Sarah rose from the breakfast table and went to the library, where she wandered