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also the knowledge and imagination to use it well. In her almost

twenty-seven years, she'd never met a man, or a woman, who could play her

body the way he did.

Sure, it had been Jan's mouth that had given her the majority of her orgasms

last night, but it had been at Karl's command. She couldn't wait to see what

things his wicked imagination had come up with for their time in his office.

Graham's office day ended at five o'clock, so she figured Karl would be there

at least until then. It being Wednesday, with not a lot of parts to be delivered,

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instead of pissing her boss off even more by going to see Karl when she had

some slow time in the afternoon, she busted her butt to get her orders done

by four. And she did it.

She dropped off the work truck and asked Maura to call her a cab.

Maura just looked at her and blew a smoke ring. "Where you going?"

She rattled off the address to Karl's office. "My friend works there. He'll give me a ride home."

"No need for a cab. John just made his last drop. I'll get him to deliver you as his last run." She winked and Lara chuckled.

As she walked away, she heard Maura get on the radio and tell the college

student and part-time driver to pick her up in the parking lot. The April sun

was shining. The streets sparkling from the light shower that had come out of

nowhere an hour earlier, then disappeared five minutes after it had started.

Typical Vancouver weather.

Why she was thinking about the weather she didn't know. Probably because

she didn't want to think about her freakin' tires getting slashed, and she

wasn't quite ready to examine her feelings for Karl.

Her feelings for Karl.

She'd known the man two weeks, he'd only fucked her once, and she had

feelings for him. Something weird was happening, and she wasn't quite sure

how she felt about it.

The little white delivery truck pulled into the parking lot and Lara jumped in.

Fifteen minutes later she strode into Karl's building and noted that Graham

was already gone. The door to Karl's office was open though. She stopped

just inside it, drinking in the view of him at work.

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Suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up to expose muscled forearms, and tie

hanging loosely around his neck, he was pure masculine beauty. Not

classically good-looking, or even handsome, but pure sensual delight. She

breathed deep and imagined she could smell his earthy scent from where

she stood. Her fingers itched to stroke through the mussed blond hair and

down his neck, to the tense muscles of his shoulders.

"You look like you could use a massage," she said as she strolled into the

room.

"Maybe I'll let you give me one." He lifted his head and gave her a small

smile. "How was your afternoon?"

"Not bad."

He nodded. "Good. Go lock the front door, Lara, then come back and have a

seat. I'll be done here in a minute."

She did as he told her, her blood heating and pulse jumping. He'd used
that

tone
. The one that told her he was in Dom mode and made her mind start to

fuzz over with lust.

After locking the door she perched herself in the visitor chair in front of his

desk, hands in her lap and legs crossed at the ankles. A strange mixture of

excitement and calm settled over her as she waited for him to finish his work.

He didn't make her wait long before he closed the file and set it aside. He

stared at her, and she met his gaze. "Come here, Lara."

With no hesitation whatsoever she got up and walked to his side. He pushed

his chair back and gestured for her to sit on his lap. She lifted a leg to

straddle him but he shook his head. "No. Like this."

Large hands gripped her hips and pulled her down until she was sitting

crosswise in his lap like a little girl on Santa's knee.

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"I need to hold you," he said, pulling her head down until she was tucked

against his chest. Citrusy cologne mixed with the musky scent of man

blanketed her and she nuzzled her nose against the warm skin of his neck.

One of his arm's snaked around her waist, and the other settled hotly on her

thigh. "When I dropped you off at home last night, it was just after one in the

morning, and I walked right past your car at the curb, twice, and there wasn't

any damage."

"I tol—"

"I'm talking, Lara."

She snapped her mouth closed and snuggled against him again. She hadn't

even given her car a look when he'd dropped her off the night before. All of

her focus had been on him, and her wonderfully exhausted body. Sort of like

now. How did he expect her to listen when all she wanted to do was trace

that tattoo with her tongue?

She parted her lips, and licked his neck.
Yum!
A warm hand stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes, a purr of contentment rumbling inside her. She

opened her mouth and pressed it against his neck, laving it with her tongue,

sucking gently as he talked.

"Do you know how it felt to hear from Graham that you were in trouble this

morning? To know that you'd needed something, even if it was only a ride to

work, and you didn't call me for it?"

She could hear the hurt in his voice, and her heart clenched. "My first instinct was to call you, but then I thought I was being silly."

"It's never silly to call me. Anytime, day or night, for anything, you call me.

This thing between us is about more than sex, Lara. It's about us belonging

to each other. About being able to give each other what we need. And I need

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kissed the top of her head. "Even when it's not what you want."

That last part didn't sound so good.

Lara sighed. Emotions she didn't understand were swirling around in her

stomach and she didn't know what to do. Her instinct was to cuddle closer to

Karl and bask in being his, but her brain wouldn't let her. She'd learned the

hard way that there was no one to depend on but herself and to believe

otherwise was just asking for hurt.

But she wanted to. She really did want what he spoke of.

"Yes, Sir." She lifted her head and looked deep into his eyes.

He kissed her gently before lifting her off his lap. "Take your jeans off, sugar, and bend over the desk."

Heat flashed through her, spreading from her belly to the juncture of her

thighs. Her nipples hardened instantly and began to ache for attention.

"Yes, Sir!" Pushing aside the confusing thoughts and emotions running

through her, she unsnapped her jeans, kicked them off and stepped up to the

desk.

She didn't need any foreplay. Her body was already trembling with the need

to feel him deep inside her. She spread her legs and bent forward, bracing

her hands on the hardwood desktop.

Karl leaned against her back, and spoke into her ear, his breath warm and

moist on her skin. "You've joked about getting spanked a couple of times.

Let's see how you like it, shall we?"

"Spanked?" She tried to straighten, but her back hit the solid wall of his

chest. He had her pinned close to the desk; she couldn't straighten without

asking him to move. And she wasn't about to do that.

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"I want your body, your heart, and your soul, Lara. You said your body is

mine, so I'm going to use it to get the rest. Starting with punishing you for

worrying me."

His erection nudged against her ass and Lara repressed the shiver of

anticipation than ran through her. An uncontrollable urge to push him, to

explore what was happening took over her. "You've been looking for a

reason to spank me since we met. Go ahead, I can take anything."

"You don't get it yet, do you, sugar?" He stepped back; one hand was left

pressing into the middle of her back, forcing her down until her torso was

stretched out along the top of the desk, the other hand stroked down her

back and smoothed over her buttocks. "I don't need a reason to spank you.

This body is mine, to do with what I please. If I want to spank—I spank."

His hand lifted and a loud smack echoed in the room as he brought his hand

down sharply on her rounded cheek. Stinging pain shot through her, and she

cried out.

"Hurts, does it?"

His words had barely faded when his hand came down again. "Holy shit!"

Why the hell had she agreed to try this submissive thing?

"You can take it, sugar," he taunted. "My girl is tough." Smack!

"Independent." Smack!

"I'm sorry, Sir." The words jumped from Lara's lips in an effort to make him stop. Sure, she could just stand up and walk away. Karl didn't strike her as

deranged or abusive, he wouldn't stop her. But that would mean quitting their

game, and she wasn't ready to give up the pleasure he could dish out just

because of a little pain.

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"I know you're sorry, but that isn't enough." As he spoke, his hand rubbed

over her heated cheeks, delivering small upward slaps to the under curve of

her ass. "You need to understand and
accept
that just because your body

enjoys this, it doesn't mean it's only sex."

Her mind rebelled, making her speak rashly. "I'm not enjoying this, Sir."

"Now, Lara, I explained to you, honesty and communication is key. Don't lie

to me." Smack! Smack! Smack! Three blows in quick succession, the sound

of his hard hand hitting her soft flesh blending with her cries in an erotic

symphony.

Then he slid his hand over her throbbing cheeks and down between her

thighs. "So hot, baby. You have to learn to trust me to know what you need.

See how your body enjoys this? You've been asking for a spanking since we

met. Twitching your tail and saying, 'Yes, Sir,' but holding part of yourself

back from me and from yourself. See how much you like this, how wet you

are, how much you needed this?"

His taunt hit home and silenced her. She bit down on her lip and pressed her

hot forehead to the desktop, fighting the rioting sensations of her body. But

he was right. Her mind might be rebelling at what he was doing, but her body

loved it.

"You are a sexual submissive, sugar. You need this, your body craves it, and

deep inside you know it. Don't be scared of your needs, they don't make you

weak. They make you special." Her pussy lips thickened and the juices that

had started flowing at the second smack of her ass were now coating her

inner thighs. His voice was strong and deep, his words flowing into her ears

and settling in her core.

He leaned forward, his fingers working her clit as his hard-on pressed

against her hip and his chest rubbed against the side of her body. His breath

tickled her ear as he spoke, softly this time. "We're in this together, you and I.

All the way." Warm lips pressed against the soft spot beneath her ear,

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soothing her.

A shudder ripped through her.
All the way?

He stood and removed his fingers from her clit, rubbing his hand over her ass

again. "You already gave me your body. This is mine, right?"

She nodded, a unique calmness settling over her. Her mind starting to float

along the sensations he'd created in her body.

"My body to protect." Smack!

"My body to punish." Smack!

"My body to pleasure." Smack!

Tears streamed silently down Lara's cheeks, as she lay bent over the desk in

submission. The pain had crossed a line into pleasure and intense

satisfaction, narrowing her world to only this moment. To his voice, his hand,

and the heat and hunger of her empty pussy. She unconsciously spread her

thighs farther apart, opening herself up to him, for whatever he wanted to do

to her.

"No more hiding behind your lusts, your wants," he said as he stepped

behind her.

The rasp of his zipper going down started a trembling deep within her.
Oh,

yes!

He kicked her feet farther apart, and the head of his cock nudged against her

sex. "But I know you," he crooned. "I see beyond my girl's wants, to her needs. And you need this, don't you? You need me inside you."

"Oh, yes!" The calmness she'd felt was fading, swallowed up by the

overwhelming hunger to take him inside her. She wanted that cock so bad.

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She'd wanted it since the first second she met him, and every minute since.

"Fuck me, Karl. Please."

With one smooth thrust, he filled her. Strong hands gripped her waist and he

pumped hard and fast into her, his balls bouncing against her clit as his belly

slapped against her burning ass cheeks. Her fingers curled around the edge

of the desk and she closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of him.

"Thank you. Thank you, Sir. Yes, yes, I needed this." Her cunt instantly

tightened around his cock in spasms of pleasure as her body rejoiced in the

pleasure of being used. "Can I come? Sir, can I come?"

"God you feel good. So hot and tight and wet. Your cunt sucks at me with

every move. Feel that? Feel how good we fit?" Karl's voice became ragged