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“I don’t know.” She moaned and wished her hands were free so that she could grip the chair and push back against him to meet each of his strokes.

He slowed. “Don’t you?”

“I—uh.” Her mind was whirling from the need to come and every sensation bombarding her all at once. “The—the moment you took my hand I felt something.”

He moved his palms up from her hips and grasped her breasts as he picked up his pace again, pumping in and out of her at a faster rate. “I wanted you the minute I saw your blouse plastered against your skin, your nipples poking against your bra. I wanted to fuck you right then and there.”

Elsie moaned. The way he put the emphasis on “fuck” made her all the hotter. And she was already about to burn out of control.

The sparks in her belly had rolled into the fire consuming her body. Perspiration had broken out on her skin and she was breathing hard and fast. Her whole body shook with the need to climax as he pumped in and out of her. His cock was so big and hard, so filling and long. He reached every sensitive spot inside her.

“I need to come. Please, John,” she moaned. “Let me come.”

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“Hold, sweetheart.” His thrusts became harder, deeper.

Oh God. Could she last much longer? In the last couple of years as a submissive, she had learned how to hold back her orgasm. But this was different. It was John, and he was taking her to limits she’d never felt before.

He pinched her nipples hard and whispered by her ear. “Come, Elsie. Come now.”

She screamed. Her orgasm hit her so hard she thought she was going to fall over the back of the chair. The heat she’d been feeling swirled into a maelstrom of fire in her body and in her mind.

Everything that they were doing and what he’d done to her magnified the impact of her orgasm. The fact she was fucking the man she was interviewing with and only wearing heels, stockings and garter belt, the burn of the lashes against her ass and thighs, her hands bound behind her back, the rough feel of his clothing against her, his fingers pinching her nipples, and his cock ramming in and out at a furious pace—

everything was driving her out of her mind.

He slammed into her so hard he forced her belly against the back of the chair. Her mind continued to spin and fire never stopped flaring in her body. Wave after wave of her orgasm traveled over her from toes to head and her orgasm wouldn’t stop, not with him continuing to slam into her.

A sob tore from her throat. She couldn’t take it. He was driving her further than she’d ever been.

When she thought she was going to scream again, John shouted. He pressed his hips tight against her burning ass and she felt the throb of his cock inside her core. Her pussy spasmed and spasmed, clenching down on his cock.

With a loud groan he moved his hands from her breasts and braced them on the back of the chair, to either side of her. His weight pressed against her bound wrists and her back. He felt comfortable, solid, but heavy.

After a moment, he drew away and she looked over her shoulder to see him dispose of a condom in the garbage can beside his desk. His eyes were wild and his 27

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shirt wrinkled as he tucked his cock back into his slacks and zipped them up. She sighed in disappointment that he hadn’t been naked with her, but at the same time it had been erotic feeling the roughness of his clothing against her sensitive skin.

Her pussy went on spasming while she looked at him and the feral gleam in his eyes as he reached for her. She didn’t know what to expect as he helped her to her feet, and was pleasantly surprised when he took her mouth in a wild, possessive and dominating kiss.

Again his tongue mastered her, claiming her, and it was all she could do to stand.

Her perspiration-coated body was smashed against his body as he grasped her by the ass and ground his growing erection against her belly. Smells of sex and sweat and his spicy male scent filled her senses.

John reached around her and unfastened the belt binding her wrists as he kissed her. The belt fell to the floor with a soft thud. Her wrists and arms were sore from being behind her. He brought them between them as he broke the kiss and started massaging her wrists and working his way up to her shoulders. She was already boneless from her orgasm and everything else she’d just been through, and his massage made her want to drop into a puddle of liquid heat.

His smile was so damn sexy as he looked down at her then brushed her forehead with his lips. He was a good six inches taller than her five-foot six-inch height. Only his big hands on her arms kept her standing.

As he massaged her he nuzzled her hair and audibly inhaled. “Some kind of flower—orange blossoms maybe? Whatever it is, you smell so damn good, sweetheart.”

Elsie just released a deep, shuddering sigh and leaned against him, enjoying his hard, muscular chest against her soft breasts. His shirt had a clean, starched smell that lingered with his spicy scent.

John worked his hands up her shoulders to her neck and then cupped her face.

“You are so beautiful, Elsie.” He brushed kisses over her nose, her cheeks, her jawline, to her ear. When he backed away he slipped his fingers into her curtain of hair and 28

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fluffed it over her shoulders. “I love your hair down.” He let his hands trail from her hair to her neck. “And I love the sprinkling of freckles on your shoulders,” he said as he ran his palms up and down, from her upper arms to her throat.

As she looked up into his blue eyes, she gave a sated sigh again. “Where do we go from here?” she said softly.

He brushed his mouth over hers and tickled her lips when he spoke. “Are you a lifestyle sub or a bedroom sub?”

When he drew back to look in her eyes she smiled. “Definitely only when it comes to sex. Otherwise, watch out.”

With a grin, he said, “The flogger triggered your response to me.”

“My body was already responding to you.” She gave a soft laugh. “But I never dreamed
this
would happen.”

John cupped her cheeks and kissed her again. “We played that I was your Dom tonight. Will you be my sub?”

She didn’t even hesitate when she responded, “Yes.”

“Good.” He raised his head and looked at her. With a wink he added, “By the way, you’re hired.”

Elsie laughed. “When do I start?”

“As soon as possible.”

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John could hardly maintain his focus as he pumped iron in his home workout room, working on his biceps. All he could think about was Elsie Meyers and all that they had shared last night. Goddamn, it had been incredible.

After he’d helped her dress and pick up
almost
all of the items from her briefcase, he’d walked her out to her little blue sports car and gave her one last kiss. It had been dark by the time they made it out of his office building, only the yellow glow of the parking lot light illuminating her wet features. It had still been raining, but neither of them seemed to care as their kiss lingered on.

Reluctantly he let her leave and stared in the direction her car had headed long after it disappeared from sight. He’d asked her to spend the last night with him, but she’d refused. Instead, she promised to go with him tonight.

Sweat trickled down his spine as he set the pair of dumbbells down. He flexed his biceps then picked up her flogger from off one of his workout benches. He ran his fingers through the straps as he remembered how deliciously pink her ass had looked and then how hot and tight her pussy had been around his cock. The orgasm he’d had—shit, he didn’t remember anything so fucking intense in all his life.

It was Saturday and a bondage party was taking place later at his friend Aaron Richard’s home, starting around eight. Tonight he was going to fulfill Elsie’s fantasy of two men at the same time—and then he wasn’t so sure he wanted to share her anymore.

He owed his brother Drew—the only one of his three brothers who was single now—

for the time with the Nelson triplets, a night almost as hot as what he’d experienced with Elsie right in his office. Amazing how one woman could outshine every other sexual experience he’d ever had.

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Just thinking about tonight had his cock coming to full alert and pressing against his gym shorts. At least the material had some give—yesterday his business suit hadn’t and he’d felt like his erection was being strangled as he’d dealt out Elsie’s punishment and pleasure.

He adjusted his cock and tossed the flogger back on the bench before picking up a dumbbell to work on his triceps. One glance at the clock on the wall of the workout room told him it was closing in on noon. It was going to be a hell of a long day.

* * * * *

Sparks continued to bounce around in Elsie’s belly as she glanced at the clock again.

John had said he’d pick her up around eight, and it was getting close to the time he would arrive. She didn’t know what to do with herself before he got there. She’d eaten a little something since he said there would just be hors d’oeuvres at the party he was taking her to. He’d suggested they go out to dinner before the party, but she’d already promised her sister they’d go clothes shopping—which had given her the perfect excuse to pick out her ensemble.

Her fingers trembled a little as she brushed down the skirt of her little green halter-style dress that made her hazel eyes seem greener, set off the creamy color of her skin and showed the sprinkling of freckles on her shoulders that John had appeared to like.

Just remembering the way he had skimmed his fingers over them made her shiver and the ache between her thighs intensify. She’d arranged her hair up in an elegant knot, and imagined him pulling the pins out and setting her hair free again.

She still couldn’t believe she’d had sex with the man she was interviewing with for a job. Instead of discussing her qualifications as a software design engineer, they’d ended up exploring her qualifications as a sub.

Considering how take-charge and independent she was in life, sometimes it struck her as strange that she was so submissive when it came to sex. The moment she was near her Dom, her sub qualities came forth and she reveled in letting him take control.

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She’d only had two Doms before John, and they’d lasted only about three months each.

For some reason neither man had filled a need inside her that she still couldn’t identify.

They’d parted ways amicably, and she still considered Terry and Jason as friends.

When the doorbell gave its familiar trilling sound, Elsie nearly jumped out of her skin. She looked in the mirror one last time, used industrial-strength hairspray to hold back a lock that wanted to escape, and then dabbed on her orange blossom perfume.

She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and headed to the front door. She opened it and about melted on the spot. John wore his devastatingly sexy grin, along with black jeans and a black leather sleeveless shirt, like what he’d been wearing when they’d seen one another at the fetish ball in Las Vegas. She had a feeling he wasn’t into silver studs. It just wasn’t his style.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he said as he took her by the waist and softly kissed her.

Elsie sighed and barely restrained from sinking against him and wrapping her arms around his neck. She could kiss this man all night long. “Want to come in for a sec?”

John followed her inside to her spacious kitchen where she drew out a bottle of Merlot and two wineglasses. He hitched his shoulder up against the doorway as he watched her pour them each half a glass.

He took the glass she offered him and she said, “To floggers.”

With a chuckle, John shook his head and clinked his glass to hers. He swallowed, letting the Merlot warm his throat. Then he set the glass down and reached into his back pocket. “I have something for you.”

She raised her brows then her lips parted as he brought out a long, thin jewelers box. “I can’t accept anything, John,” she said as he took her hand and pressed the box into her palm. “We’ve barely met.”

“And fucked,” he said with a teasing glint in his eyes. Her cheeks heated immediately. “Just open it.”

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Face still warm, she lifted the lid of the box and gave a soft gasp. “It’s beautiful.

But—”

“Do we need to start counting punishments already?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No, but—”

“This is your collar.” He took the box from her and extracted the gold filigree choker that was about an inch wide and long enough to fit around her neck. “I want you to wear it to show that you’re mine.”

Elsie opened her mouth then closed it again as he moved behind her and slipped the choker around her neck. It fit snugly. And it felt right.

John took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him. “Beautiful,” he said in a voice husky with primal desire. “Will you wear my collar, my sign of ownership?”

She brought her fingers to her throat and touched the delicate choker. “Yes.”

Another sexy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I like your hair down,” he said and reached up as if to take out her pins.

Elsie took a step back and shook her head. “Not yet. We’ll save that for later.”

“All right.” His stare was intense as he reached for her. “But come here.”

Instinctively she obeyed, stepping into his embrace and wrapping her arms around his neck. He grabbed the silky material covering her ass. “You don’t know how much it turns me on to see you wearing my collar.”

“Show me,” she said as she reached up to kiss him.

John took possession of her lips, thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth as he rubbed his erection against her belly. She grew wet between her thighs and even more so when he slid his hands beneath her dress and palmed her naked ass.

“Jesus Christ.” He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. “You’re only wearing a garter again. Damn, woman. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to wait to be inside you.”