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“Well, maybe not an A, not quite yet.” He withdrew his fingers and pushed her cheeks apart. “What an inviting little asshole. I can hear it begging me to fuck it.”

He dipped his fingers back into her wetness, slid them up to her ass, pressing against her back passage. Would he take her anally now? Or was he just exploring, as he said? His finger slipped inside her, and she groaned. She"d only taken a man that way once. Serge had tried it; it had not been a successful operation. This time would be better, she thought. However, she wasn"t sure she was ready for it now.

“Nice and tight,” he said, working his finger into her. “You"ve not played much back here, have you?”

“That road is generally closed to the public.”

“Not anymore.” There was a slight popping noise as he withdrew his finger. “On your knees.”

She turned to look at him. “It"s concrete.”

“That A you want is dropping down to a B.” She felt his gaze on her. Considering the amount of time he"d taken with the things they"d already done, she figured she would be on her knees on concrete for a while. Not a pleasant idea. Still, she was here to play, and if she wanted that good report card…

Clarissa stood, turned to him. She put one hand on the car for support as she dropped to her knees. The concrete was cool and hard.

“Very nice.” He stroked her hair again. “Let"s go inside now.”

She stood abruptly, frowning. “You could have told me this was just a pop quiz to see if I"d do it.”

“If you knew, it wouldn"t be a surprise, would it?”

She put her hands on her hips, cocked her head at him. “Did I pass?”

“With flying colors. Now come inside, so we can both come.” He stepped toward the door and then stopped. “And don"t forget to bring the ace of spades.”

Before she could ask what for, he hit the button to lower the garage door, then went inside the house. “Infuriating man,” she whispered, going back to the car to collect her clothing and her purse.

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Chapter Five

The house wasn"t exactly what she expected. They"d passed through a kitchen adorned with bright blue Mexican tile that gave it a rich, homey feeling. From the looks of the room, though, very little cooking was done there. The coffeemaker was the only small appliance she saw as they moved through.

The living room was tastefully decorated, with no touches that seemed to mark it as his. She envisioned a decorator picking out furniture and paint to give it the southwestern flair it had. The floors were entirely hardwood with colorful rugs with Indian designs on them.

The furniture was leather and wood. A large dream catcher hung above the sofa, and the wall opposite that had a bookcase filled with Indian pottery. She didn"t know a lot about the culture; however, the items looked to be things you wouldn"t find in a tourist trading post.

“Wow. Your decorator did a great job.”

“Thank you. I rather like what
I
did.”

She shook her head. “Well, that"s a surprise.”

“I"m full of them.” This time he smirked at her, and she laughed. “Stay right there, and I"ll be back.”

“Stay right here?” She pointed to where she stood. “As in right here?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I can see I"m going to have trouble with you.” He left without answering the question, and she moved to the bookcase to examine the artifacts she found there. Bowls, vases, and little broken pieces of pottery filled the shelves. She wondered what the broken pieces had been before they"d become pieces. Obviously these were genuine artifacts.

“You moved.”

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“You didn"t say I couldn"t.” She innocently batted her eyes at him. “Or is it not a

„Maddox says" type game? Maddox says drop to your knees; Maddox says stay in place.”

“Maddox says somebody needs her little butt whipped.”

“Oh yes, spank me.” The look he gave her made her swallow anything else she"d planned to say to make it seem like a joke. “Sorry.”

“What did I say about sorry?”

“Right, just learn.”

“Exactly.” He set a few items on the end table before going to the kitchen. She studied what he"d put down. A slender silver chain wrapped in a coil, a few condoms, and lube. Did he mean to fuck her in the ass tonight? She hadn"t expected that so soon.

Maybe that was a way for him to assert his dominance over her, bend her over and take her in the most private of places. He"d already had his finger there, after all. Or maybe he was trying to psych her out and make her think that was what he had in mind.

Either way it kept her a little on edge.

He returned carrying a tall bar stool with a ladder-back and placed it in front of the couch. “Sit here.”

“For someone who was worried about being arrested for having me get naked in a car, you sure seem to like the idea of others watching. The sliding glass door is right next to the couch. The blind is open, and anyone could see inside.”

“I"m in my home now and can do what I want. Right now, what I want is to have a naked woman sitting on a bar stool.” He shrugged. “Plus, as you pointed out, this isn"t New York. For someone to see in that window, they"d have to be in my backyard.”

“Works for me.” She sauntered toward him and hopped onto the chair. “Are you going to fuck me anytime soon? Because I"m getting sort of impatient.”

“What a shame.” He stepped forward. “Spread your legs so that one is on either side of the chair, then lift your feet to the rungs. After that, reach behind you and grab the slats of the chair back.”

Excitement coursed through her as she followed his instructions. The position pushed her breasts out and left her pussy bare for his inspection.

He looked her over, nodded his approval, then reached for the silver chain he"d set on the table. When he held it up, it became obvious to her it was several small chains instead of one long one. He knelt down, tying one end of the chain to one ankle before threading it around the chair legs and tying it off around the other.

He stood, stepped behind her, and tied her wrists together, then secured them to the chair slats.

The chains felt cool and sensual against her skin. “Not exactly strong material to use for bondage.”

In response, he held up another length of chain and, with one swift move, attached the chain to her clit ring.

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One gentle tug sent the key chain still on the ring jingling against her wet folds.

Clarissa pulled against her restraints. For a minute she thought the chair would topple, and she gasped. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady her, the chain pulling her ring up.

“Easy, just relax.”

“I"m a little large for this stool.” Clarissa"s chest heaved with her words, her breasts moving up and down rapidly. “I think I might tumble, and I"m not exactly Olympic material to land a perfect dismount.”

“You"re going to be just fine.” He stroked her temple. “I won"t let you fall; plus this chair is very sturdy. This is how I want you right now, open to me, feeling vulnerable.”

“You"ve succeeded, because I feel very vulnerable.”

He pulled gently on the chain, sending tendrils of pleasure through her clit. “You like it.” The chain trailed behind him as he walked to the couch and sat down. He let it slack a bit, hitting the floor.

“Tell me what made you come here.” He tightened the slack just a little. “What did you read in the books that intrigued you?”

“Fun sex.”

“No. You can get that anywhere. I have no doubt of that. Something you read made you jump on a plane, specifically ignoring my request that you call first. Tell me what it was.”

Clarissa hadn"t expected this, not exactly. The bondage part was perfect. The interrogation was making her a little nervous. What answer was he looking for?

“Fun sex with a sexy man?”

“Is that a question or a fact?”

“Fact. Hopefully, anyway.”

He gave her a seductive smile. “You"re going to get sex. I want you to answer my question first.” He tugged on the rope, tightening it so that her ring pulled away from her pussy. She groaned at the tension, rocking her hips slightly, the pull pushing her right to the edge.

“Please.”

“Answer me.”

“Maddox, I—”

“Answer me!”

“Because I want to know what it feels like to submit.”

He pulled harder, and she gasped. “Because you"ve kept all your other lovers on a chain, haven"t you? Spoiled little rich girl always got what she wanted. If you wanted to suck cock, that"s what you did. If you wanted your pussy eaten, they dined until you Desert Surrender

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had your fill. If you wanted to get fucked, that"s what you got. You controlled it all, and they submitted to you to keep you happy.”

“That"s a pretty crappy way of looking at it.”

“It"s true, isn"t it?” He released the tension on the chain, and she undulated her hips, trying to move the coin. The pull had felt exquisite, and she wanted more. “It"s why you"ve never stayed with anyone for very long. You got bored because they didn"t present a challenge.”

“Gee, Dr. Freud, who do I send my payment for this session to?” She pulled on her bonds. “Untie me.”

“You need someone who can send you to the edge. That"s why you came to me.”

“Untie me.”

“Untie yourself.” She struggled again. Though the chains looked small and delicate, she couldn"t break them. “You like this, admit it. Someone finally told you no.

Someone"s not kissing your ass. It pisses you off, which is good. Pissed off means you"re feeling emotions instead of just going through the motions.”

“Untie me!” He pulled hard on the chain, and she gasped at the hard pressure on her clit. “Maddox, please.”

“Please what? Please untie me or please make me come?”

“Damn you! Make me come. Please, I"m begging.” Her efforts to break free proved fruitless, and her body trembled. He was driving her insane, physically and mentally, because she knew he was right. Not one of her lovers had ever denied her, made her wait.

He stood quickly, crossing to her. “Ask me very nicely.”

“Oh good Lord! Fine! Please make me come.” She sneered at him, and his answering chuckle made her groan.

“Well, that was nice, and very sarcastic. What I want is a heartfelt plea, a very soft, sweet murmur. „Maddox, please allow me to come." Can you do that, Clarissa?” He whispered the last words in her ear, and her already throbbing clit went into spasms.

She fought the urge to spit out more sarcastic words, knowing they would get her nowhere. Her tongue darted over her lips, and she rubbed them together. “Maddox, please allow me to orgasm. I"m begging you. First the car, now this? I can"t take any more. Please.”

“See, that wasn"t so hard, was it?” He spoke as if to a spoiled child; then he let go of the chain, moved his hand to her pussy, and found her clit. “Come for me, Clarissa.

Scream for me.”

He pinched her clit, and she soared, pleasure roaring through her body as he increased the pressure. Her body jerked against the chains around her ankles and wrists, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her head into his chest.

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The chair moved with her as she bucked against his hand. “Maddox!” His chest muffled the sound. He tugged on her ring once more, and her body shuddered in aftershocks. “Fuck me! Oh please, give me your cock.”

Clarissa sagged against him as he held her close. She could smell the spicy hint of his aftershave. She lifted her face to his neck, inhaling sharply.

His hand was on her neck, stroking it through her hair. “Feel better?”

“I"ll feel perfect once your dick is inside me.”

“I hate to be the one to break it to you, that"s not on the menu at this particular moment.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? Please tell me you"re joking.”

“I never joke about things like this.” He stroked her thighs. “Where"s the card?”

“The ace?”

“That"s the one.” He stepped back from her, and she looked down to the bulge in his pants.

“Tell me you"ll change your mind about fucking me, and I"ll tell you.”

His gaze drifted to where she"d set her purse on the table. She watched his ass muscles flex as he walked across the room. Damn, he had a fine body.

“I don"t get you. You"re obviously hard. Why don"t you want to fuck?”

“Who said I didn"t want to?” He upended her purse, spilling the contents over the table. He found the card easily, then picked up her cell phone. “You have several missed messages.”

“I silenced it while I was on the strip. My mother called, wondering where I was.

Then my father called, then Henry, twice. I got tired of it.”

He flipped it open, hit the Power button. “When you"re with me, it"s off, understand? I want your undivided attention.”

“On that point we agree totally.” She wiggled. “Let"s get back to this „not wanting to fuck" business. You brought condoms and lube down. You made me think we"d fuck.

I don"t think it"s fair for you not to follow through when you knew I…”

He strode back to her, the ace in his hands. “One thing you need to learn is never to question me. I make the rules and set the scenes. We fuck when I think the time is right, and right now I don"t think it is.”

The ace of spades flashed before her face. “I"m not much on punishment, except maybe denial. Every once in a while punishment is needed. For instance, you showed up without announcing your arrival after I told you to call. That"s a complete disregard of an order. Since you read the books, you know that can"t be tolerated.”

She almost said sorry, then remembered he didn"t like that word. “I understand that from what I read.”