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Lara tried not to smirk as the waitress stomped away. When she saw Karl lift

the bundle of lace to his face and inhale, her moment of satisfaction faded

into a blur of uncertainty.

"You smell wonderful," he said. "Already turned on, are you?"

"Yeah." She shrugged. Trying not to let him see just how affected she truly was.

"Yes," he said.

"Yes, what?"

"When I ask you a question, I'd like you to answer clearly. Yeah, isn't a

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proper answer."

"Okay." She nodded, feeling like a chastened child.

"Okay isn't acceptable either." His body didn't move, but the energy around him shifted. Becoming almost palpable in its force as he stared at her. "Clear

communication is essential, Lara. So is honesty. You always have the right

to say no, or stop, at any time, and I will honor your choice. But you have to

be clear. Yeah and okay imply uncertainty or disinterest, and that does

neither of us any justice."

Her nipples ached and she squeezed her thighs together. He wasn't

touching her, and his words weren't particularly dirty or sexy, but her body

was reacting in a big way to his tone of voice.

Pushing the heady clouds of lust away from her brain she focused on what

he'd said. "I can say no at any time?"

"Yes."

"But aren't I supposed to do whatever you say?"

"Only if you want to. That's what makes the power exchange of D/s so

potent. It's a free exchange, one that is meant to give us both what we need."

Need. She nodded, even though she didn't really understand what he was

saying. She'd understood she could say no at any time, and that was all she

cared about at the moment.
Need
was flooding her pretty damn fast and she

hoped he was going to do something about it soon.

Oh hell, he wanted honesty. She licked her lips and leaned forward. "I need

you to fuck me, and soon. Is that clear enough?"

Heat flashed through Karl, straight to his cock at her words. "Very good.

Shall we go then?"

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He slid out of the booth and waited for her. Lara's eyes widened and she

stared up at him. "It's as easy as that?"

"It is tonight," he said as she slid out of the booth and stood in front of him.

Karl kept his hand on the small of her back, ignoring the looks as they

headed for the door.

Lara was going to get looks wherever she went, for sure, but right then he

knew it was the pheromones she was giving off that was drawing attention

more than anything else. The heat that
they
, as a couple, were giving off

would draw attention even at The Dungeon—it certainly drew attention at

that yuppie pub.

When they were outside, Karl glanced down at Lara's pretty face. "Where's

your car?"

"I took a cab," she smiled wickedly. "I figured I'd be getting a ride from you."

Anticipation tightened his gut. "Oh, you're going to get a ride all right."

"Perfect."

He led her toward his truck and opened the door for her. When she was in

the seat, instead of closing the door and walking around to the driver's side,

he stepped in close and put his hand on her bare thigh. "Spread your legs."

Her head snapped around and she gazed at him, her pupils dilated with

excitement.

Without a word she parted her knees, watching him as he slid a hand up

under her skirt and skimmed his fingertips over her pussy.

So much heat. She was like a furnace, totally hot for him. For what he was

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going to do to her. "You're so wet, sugar. Are you enjoying this?"

She nodded, and he raised an eyebrow, pulling his fingers away. Before he

could correct her and ask for a verbal reply, her eyes widened fractionally

and words tumbled from her mouth. "Yes!" she sounded almost panicked.

Then calmer, "I'm enjoying it very much."

As a reward, he leaned in, and pressed a quick hard kiss to her lips. "Good

girl," he praised, then backed away to close the door.

When he climbed into the truck and started it up she was watching him

carefully, and he could almost see the wheels in her mind, shifting gears,

sorting things out.

"Would you be more comfortable at your place, Lara?"

"It's close," she said, and recited the address.

He'd planned to have her play with herself while he drove, but instead, he

said nothing. He watched the traffic while letting her stew.

She was fighting herself. He knew the signs of arousal, the look in her eyes,

the glow in her cheeks, the rhythm of her breathing; she was definitely turned

on by being the focus of all his attention. But he had to remember this was all

new to her.

Lara was a strong independent woman, and if he wasn't careful, things could

end very badly.

He pulled up to the curb in front of a small house and looked at her in

surprise. "You live here? Alone?"

"I rent the basement. Graham and his boyfriend, Peter, live upstairs." When she saw his look, she smiled. "It's Peter's house, and don't worry, they leave

me alone, mostly. We'll have privacy."

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He climbed out of the truck and met her on the walkway. "Are they going to

come running when they hear you scream my name?"

She slanted him a look. "You think you can make me scream your name?"

His balls tightened. "More than once, sugar."

Flames leapt in her eyes and she licked her lips. "I can't wait," she murmured before leading the way up the walk to the back door.

Neither of them spoke as they entered the basement suite. Lara kicked off

her shoes and waved him in, locking the door behind him. In three steps he

stood in the middle of the living room looking around.

There wasn't much to look at. No plants, or personal photos anywhere.

Generic pictures of fields of flowers and lakes set in some mountains, a

knitted throw spread over an overstuffed sofa, and a twenty-inch TV.

The only thing in the room that hinted at Lara's personality was the laptop on

the coffee table and the cluttered bookshelf along one wall. Before he could

move close enough to see what type of books interested her, she was in

front of him.

"I'm ready when you are." Feet planted shoulder width apart, she thrust out a hip and cocked her head to the side. "Where do you want me?"

Tamping down the hunger that rose shockingly fast, Karl stepped forward

and cupped her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes, searching for

what she was really feeling.

Arousal was there, but buried deep he could see a small bit of worry.

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arl's head lowered and his lips pressed against Lara's. He started

slow and sensuous, his hands roaming over her body, cupping her butt and

pulling her close.

"Don't worry, sugar. Nothing will happen that you don't want."

Arousal formed a hard knot low in her belly and she writhed against him,

impatient, wanting more. She'd been on the erotic edge ever since he'd

walked away from her that first night. He'd interrupted her manhunt at the

pub, and as much as she relished the look on his face when she'd walked

away from him, her body had hated her for it. No amount of masturbating had

satisfied her after
that
.

She clutched at his shirt and lifted a leg, wrapping it around his hip. Closer,

she wanted to be closer.

A hot hand landed on her thigh and pushed her leg down. "Slow down,

sugar. Show me your bedroom now."

Heart pounding and pussy throbbing, she took his hand and led him to her

bedroom. With a flick of her hand, she turned the light on and led him to the

middle of the room. She reached out, but before she could touch, he grabbed

her hand and pulled her forward, spinning her into his arms. Her back

slammed into his front and heat flashed through her.

"For tonight, you don't do anything but get used to my touch," he purred into her ear. "Understand?"

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"Oh yeah."

"Excuse me?" He swatted her on the ass.

"I mean yes. Yes, please. Touch me."

One large male hand flattened against her belly, holding her tight to him as

the other one inched under her short skirt. "You're a fast learner, sugar. I like that."

Something like happiness made Lara's chest tight, and she puffed out a

breath. She wanted to talk, to tell him to hurry up and touch her, to stop being

so slow with that hand under her skirt. But she wasn't sure if she was allowed

to talk right then, and the last thing she wanted was to have him stop. He felt

too damn good.

Then he touched bare skin, and all thought of talking fled. His agile finger

tickled over her swollen pussy lips before dipping between them, and Lara's

eyes drifted shut and her head fell back against his shoulder. Shifting her

stance, she spread her legs and bent her knees, wordlessly begging for

more.

Pleasure ripped through her when he immediately answered her actions with

a stiff finger thrust deep.

"That's my girl," he said when she gasped and her hips started to roll. "Ride my hand; show me what works for you."

Desire swelled inside her, filling her throat and tumbling out in a garbled

expression of need. But she didn't know…couldn't say…what it was that she

needed. A pressure built inside, and she fought the urge to stamp her foot in

frustration and instead reached up and popped the snaps on her leather

vest, thrusting her chest out.

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Karl's hand instantly cupped a breast, thumb and forefinger grasping a nipple

and squeezing. She moaned and he squeezed it harder. "You like a little pain

there, huh?"

"Yes," she hissed, raising her arms and clasping them behind his neck.

Another finger filled her, stretching her and making her hips jerk as she

started to pant.

Her heart was pounding, the sound of blood rushing through her head taking

away everything but the sensations flooding her body. The hand between

her legs shifted, and another finger was added. She gasped, her fingers

digging into his neck as she bore down on that hand. So good, so full. More,

she wanted more. His fingers twisted and moved, wiggled and tickled her

until her lips opened and words started tumbling out. "More, please, Karl,

more, my clit, please, don't stop, my clit."

Everything inside her was focused on the new sensations overwhelming her.

"That's it, baby. Ask for it. Tell me what you need." His hand left her breast and joined the other one between her legs.

Fingers tickled her insides and rubbed her clit as his words washed over

Lara. Her muscles trembled; a long, low moan built in her throat, until he

pinched her clit and pleasure exploded inside her.

Her eyes flew open and she stared blindly at the ceiling as her body trembled

and shook, her knees buckling.

When she was able to breathe again, she realized Karl was sitting on the foot

of her bed and she was cradled in his lap.

Holy crap!
They were both still clothed, and he'd just given her the best

orgasm of her life.

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Unable to think—not wanting to think—Lara tucked her head against his

neck and sighed, just enjoying the way his hand stroked up and down her

back.

"Wow," she finally whispered a minute later.

"Did you like that?"

"Do you really need to ask?"

There was a rumble in his chest; she felt it before she heard it.

"Communication is key, Lara. Remember that."

"Sounds good to me."

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, Lara becoming increasingly

aware of the hardness of his cock beneath her butt. Her sex clenched and

her nipples hardened.

She'd asked him to fuck her once already. Pride wouldn't let her ask

again—not verbally anyway.

She slowly slid off his lap to stand before him. She slipped off her vest and

then undid the denim skirt. With a little shimmy, the skirt was on the floor, and

she was completely naked.

Without a word, she reached for the snap of his jeans, undid it, when her

fingers touched on the tab of his zipper, a strong hand clamped down on her

wrist. "What are you doing little girl?"

She raised her eyes to his, but didn't speak. For some reason, she didn't

know what to say. When he didn't move or ask again, she licked dry lips and

pressed her thighs together.

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"What do you need, Lara. Tell me."

She was so empty. Her insides itched and tingled, crying out for him, but the

hard look in his eyes said she might not get what she needed. But suddenly

she
knew
…if she didn't tell him, she definitely wouldn't get it.

"Please," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me."

"You want me to? Or you
need
me to?"

She bit her lip, and the grip on her wrist tightened minutely. She didn't want to

beg, but she needed this. She needed
him
.

"I need you," she said, her voice trembling with arousal, and maybe a little a bit of anger. She really hadn't wanted to beg. "I need to feel you inside me."

He smiled slowly, his lips lifting and eyes gleaming as he tugged her back