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  “All mine now,” he growled against her neck.

  “Should I be worried?”

  “Oh, yes…very. Hasn’t anyone told you? I’m an ogre. I eat up nubile secretaries and send them running for their lives. But what no one knows is that I like spanking games. All kinds of spanking games.”

  “Mmm,” she murmured, sliding her hands up his chest. His nipples pushed against her palms as she moved over his firm pecs. “I knew that.”

  “Did you know I like to tie my lovers to my bed and have my wicked way with them?”

  A tremor quivered in her belly. She hadn’t known that but…oh, she wanted him to do it to her. “No. I didn’t.”

  His thumb pulled at her lower lip. “You’re biting this again. So you’re game?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I’d like that, sir.”

  He grinned and cupped her chin, his thumb brushing her cheek. “To think I had no idea what I had within my grasp all this time.”

  “I’d like a little more grasping…”

  He cupped her breasts and squeezed the firm mounds. “You would, would you?”

  “Yes…Ethan…”

  Chapter Three

  Natalia’s aroused voice sang in his ears. How could he have waited this long? It seemed he’d been attracted to her forever, but he hadn’t approached her due to office politics. There was no rule against him dating her, just a general air that he should not. Plus, it worked to his benefit that everyone thought him the ogre-type. People took advantage of nice guys, and he just didn’t have time for that.

  But Natalia… He wanted to show her just how nice he could be. For a long, long time.

  Scooping her up into his arms then over his shoulder, he strode through the house to his bedroom while she laughed. He could listen to that chortle for days. He loved to hear her happy.

  With an exaggerated growl, he dumped her onto the bed and immediately crawled over her, boxing in her body with his arms and legs.

  “Mine,” he claimed between bared teeth. He watched a shudder go through her. This was the woman he’d waited for all these years. Someone not easily cowed by him, but utterly willing to submit fully to him and offer up her ass to both their pleasures. It wasn’t her ass he was interested in right now, though. “I want you naked,” he told her, “with your hands cuffed to the headboard. I want to fuck you while you moan and thrash under me and beg me to stop but tell me with your body that you want me in you, hard.”

  Her lips parted, and she sucked in choppy breaths while she stared at him. “I know my safe word,” she said quietly, and he knew she was telling him she’d do exactly what he’d said, because it would arouse them both while still being in the realm of acceptable. They’d both want it, even if the playacting said otherwise.

  Grasping her wrists, he held them roughly in one hand. His other ripped open her skirt and shoved it down her thighs.

  “Stop,” she gasped, pulling her arms to get away from him. He almost did until he looked in her eyes and saw her deep need. Her body moved sinuously against him even while she continued to feign an escape attempt.

  “Stay still. You’re mine, all mine,” he grated. He plundered her mouth while she writhed beneath him. One leg came up around his hips, and her pussy ground against his crotch. Reaching between them, he shoved open his pants and pulled out his cock. Not bothering to push the trousers down his legs, he thrust into her open, needy cunt. Her fiery passage closed around him, clamping onto his shaft and pulling him deep inside her.

  “No,” she whispered, though her moan was rife with yes, yes, yes.

  “Oh, yes,” he replied, feeling one hundred percent pirate plundering the lusty maiden. The easy glide of his cock through her folds enflamed him, and he drew from all his reserves to control his surges into her, slow and deep and powerful, and full of his mastery of her body.

  “More, oh please, more,” she begged.

  “Just like this,” he replied, denying her.

  “Please,” she tried again. “Sir…please…”

  “No. Just feel. Feel my cock pushing into you. Spreading you. Filling your tight, tight pussy.”

  “Oh God…” Her eyes squeezed shut, and her passage clenched around him as she reacted to his words. He smiled, knowing he was in control of her reactions. He would bring her to the edge and push them both over into bliss.

  “Mmm…” he sighed. “You’re so wet. You like what I’m doing. You like me holding you captive and making you bend to what I want.”

  “No…”

  “Oh, yes, you do. You’re such a bad girl. You try to be so good, but you’re naughty. The way you’re clamping onto my cock, milking me, trying to get me to come… The way you’re pushing your hips up and rubbing your clit and your damp curls against me. You’re so wet and so needy for this cock.”

  He shoved hard and she screamed, bucking her hips. Her fingers flexed in the empty air as he pushed her wrists into the mattress, fucking her powerfully. Her cunt gripped him tight.

  “Stop. Please stop,” she murmured half-heartedly as she pumped her hips into him. With a giant thrust that seemed to catapult a surge through his body, he impaled her one final time and lost himself within her.

  “Sweet mother of mercy,” he panted, pressing his forehead to her shoulder, just above her sweetly curving breast. His arms slid beneath her to hold her close as her hand stroked over his damp hair. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t contemplate what had just happened or where it was all leading. It was so visceral, so absolutely, unexpectedly right.

  “Natalia?” he said, tilting his head so that his chin rested on her and he looked up into her eyes.

  “Yes, Ethan?”

  He liked that she knew to call him by his name and not “sir”. That would be important if she took him up on what he was about to offer. “I need more of you.”

  “More?”

  “Mornings, noon, nights—especially nights. With you at my mercy. Your sweet behind, mine to punish. Your pussy, mine to fuck. Your mouth, mine to fill. Your body, mine to explore and conquer.”

  She bit her lip again in that delightful way that made him want to fight her for nipping rights. “What if I don’t want to be conquered?”

  “You want it. You definitely want it.”

  She hesitated, and he could see the wheels turning in her sharp mind. “I’ll have a lot to learn,” she offered.

  “Not so much. You want what I want. And I don’t want anything complicated. Just your submission, your willingness to offer yourself to me, your need for pain that leads to pleasure. And I want to give that to you.” He wanted to be the only one to give it to her. Ever. And that startled him. He cuddled her close. “And right now, I want you in my arms all night long.”

  She smiled. “Yes, Ethan. Yes to it all.” She kissed his temple near his ear. “Sir.”

  * * * *

  Natalia frowned as she woke, her body aching slightly and the sun crossing her face from the wrong direction. As her eyes blinked open, she remembered where she was. In Ethan’s bed—in her boss’ bed!—where she’d spent a good part of the night naked and handcuffed to the headboard.

  Sweet heaven, what had she done?

  Submitted. Given herself. Fucked him like a nymphomaniac on speed. She suppressed a groan. What was he going to think of her? First the fantasy play at The Dungeon, then screwing him like a sex-starved bunny. Somehow, she didn’t regret it. How could she ever regret his wide cock plowing into her? Already, she ached for more of him. But in the glaring morning sun, she recognized the depth of her idiocy. She also recognized that if she didn’t get in gear, she was going to be late for work.

  Geez! She had no clothes here. No car. Her purse and her cell phone were still on the floor of his car where she’d forgotten them when he—

  No, she would not rehash that or she’d be climbing all over him. Carefully, she slid from the bed. She’d dress then she’d grab her purse from his Lexus. There was a main street two blocks from here. As much as she
didn’t want to make that kind of walk of shame, she’d hightail it over there and find a cab.

  Determined to work her plan, she tiptoed from the bedroom and headed through the living room, managing to get on her skirt and blouse along the way.

  “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Ethan growled behind her when she was halfway to the front door.

  Oh crap. There was no mistaking his tone. She was in big trouble. Big.

  She turned to find him naked in the doorway behind her, his expression thunderous. “Well, I…”

  “You what? Thought you’d sneak out? Not acceptable, Natalia.”

  She held out an imploring hand. “I need to get home so I can get ready for work.”

  “And what were you—” His words cut off, and he stared at her, his features growing darker as his displeasure magnified. “You were going to walk down to Madison, weren’t you?”

  She trembled at the command in his voice. “I was just…”

  “Come here. Now.”

  She paused, frozen to the spot. He moved to the armchair and sat.

  “Unless you want us to end this moment, you will come here now, Natalia.”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered in a muddle of fear and excitement at his demand. There was no question that he was disappointed and unhappy with her. She walked toward him on leaden feet, wondering what would happen. She didn’t have long to speculate. As soon as she was close enough, he grabbed her wrist and tugged her over his lap. Her skirt was over her hips in moments, his arm clamped around her to keep her in place and his hand clapped down on her ass.

  “Ethan, no!” she cried.

  “You need to learn to behave,” he told her calmly. His hand smacked down on her sensitive behind again.

  She trembled at the shock of it on the flesh he’d whipped last night. The heat started flowing through her, and she bit her lip, knowing it would soon morph to pleasure.

  “You may not sneak out on me,” he told her with another spank. “You will think beyond yourself. You will consider your safety. You will depend on me to take care of you.”

  His hand rained down on her with each statement, with several more thwacks on her rear for good measure. Tears streamed down her cheeks at the burning there, and she squirmed to get away, embarrassed by the pleasure it gave her. An orgasm crept up on her, and she knew she’d find release with a few more paddles of his palm.

  As if sensing this, he suddenly stopped and lifted her to her feet. With thin lips, he surveyed her stricken face. “Now,” he said and pointed behind her. “You will go stand in that corner. Leave your skirt as it is, put your hands at the small of your back, and do not rub your behind—or anything else. Naughty girls do not get release.”

  “Sir…” she pleaded, weak with her need and the blood pulsing through her. Her orgasm throbbed in her belly, nearly aching in her great desire for explosive release.

  “Now, Natalia. Do as I say.”

  With a nod, she moved to the corner and took the position he’d ordered. Her head rested against the wall while the cool air caressed her no-doubt reddened ass. It embarrassed her momentarily to know she was like this, but what got to her more was that her arousal was slipping from her pussy to bathe her thighs.

  She prayed he’d fuck her soon. He’d disciplined her. He’d given her exactly what she’d needed—almost. She needed his cock in her, too.

  Behind her, she heard him moving back into the bedroom and wondered what he was up to. A door opened then closed then drawers slid from a dresser. A minute later, she heard his shower start. He was getting ready for work? While he had her standing here?

  She took a shuddery breath, trying to push away the desire he’d built in her. He was showering. She should just leave, she told herself angrily. How dare he! But her feet didn’t move. She couldn’t. Not because he’d told her to stay put, but because she needed this. She needed him and the discipline he doled out. His command. Submitting to him.

  She closed her eyes and waited, wondering what was wrong with her. Had she missed something vital as a child? Was she some sort of deviant masochist? She’d always been so normal. She didn’t like any pain but the kind Ethan gave her when her spanked her or pinched her nipples and clit. She gnawed at her lip. Or when he bit at her lip. She liked that, too.

  She smelled his woodsy cologne before she heard him. He’d moved silently behind her while she’d thought. His body blocked out the light from the living room windows and his heat seeped into her.

  “Good girl,” he soothed as his hands smoothed over her arms, straightening them to her sides. The sharp creases of his suit abraded her behind and the backs of her thighs. Dressed. Damn. She should have known it, but now it was clear. She wasn’t getting release. And that was her true punishment.

  He adjusted her skirt into its correct position then turned her into his arms. She pressed her still damp cheek to his starched white shirt while he held her tightly, his cheek against the top of her head.

  “Lesson learned?” he asked gently.

  “Yes, sir. I’m sorry I tried to sneak off.” And she was. Not because she’d gotten caught or because he’d spanked her, but because she knew she’d disappointed him, and though he hadn’t shown it, she suspected she’d hurt him.

  He nodded against her hair. “Let’s take you home so you can get ready, then we’ll catch breakfast on the way into the office.”

  * * * *

  At Natalia’s apartment, Ethan sat on the closed toilet and listened to her wash. They’d driven here in silence. Once in her home, he’d selected her clothes for the day and instructed her to shower with a strict admonition not to linger on her pussy. She was not to find release without him.

  The water cut off, and she stepped out onto the mat and reached for a towel. He shook his head and took up the towel instead. Slowly, he pulled the nubbed material over her heat-pinkened skin. Natalia quietly groaned as he dried her. Ruthlessly, he rubbed over her breasts, making sure to arouse her already crinkled nipples. She whimpered as he moved lower, drying her belly and legs. Crouching before her, he spread her thighs and parted her folds with his thumbs. Flicking out his tongue, he lapped at the juices collected in her pussy.

  The tangy-sweet honey would stay with him all day, tempting him to pull her into his office and fuck her at every opportunity. He already knew there was no calming his rock-hard cock. Nothing would help it but being inside her. Wasn’t happening.

  His balls throbbed as he delved deep into her folds and thrust into her passage. She quivered around him, and he forced himself to stop. Natalia was not getting release until later.

  He’d been horrified by the panic that had flooded through him when he’d woken alone in bed this morning. And when he’d caught her sneaking through the living room, he’d been stunned by the relief and the unmitigated anticipation of re-staking his dominance over her. Of disciplining her. It was his bent, but he’d never felt such a need with another woman. It had almost been difficult to be stern with her.

  “Go get dressed,” he told her as he stood.

  “Sir, I need—”

  He gave a single shake of his head. He knew what she needed; he needed it, too. But it wasn’t happening. For either of them.

  “What are you doing?” he asked as she headed for her dresser.

  “My…” She blinked at him. “No panties?”

  “I think I made that abundantly clear last night. No panties around me.”

  She bit the side of her lip in the adorable way that spiked his arousal up a few notches.

  “The skirt of the dress you picked is kinda…flippy.”

  He looked at the black dress with the filmy, full skirt. He’d seen her wear it before, and it had always gotten his blood pressure going. It was demure enough, but the glimpse of her skin through the sheer sleeves and the way the hem brushed just above her knees set his heart to pounding.

  “I guess you’ll just have to be careful,” he said with a shrug. Especially around me.


  “I do need to wear a bra.”

  He nodded. It was one thing to know her cunt was bare for him. It was quite another to have other men ogling her unbound breasts. “The sexiest one you have. And know I’ll be thinking of taking it off you all day.”

  “You can almost make me come with your words.”

  “Well, we can’t have that.”

  She frowned, obviously disgruntled. “Yeah, I figured that out.”

  With a huff, she went to the dresser and opened the top drawer. For a second, she stared at the contents. She pulled out a skimpy, red-lace thong and dangled it from her index finger. “I can’t interest you in this?”

  “Wear it when you go out with your girlfriends.”

  “It’s hardly girls’ night out material.” She smiled wickedly. “On second thought, maybe—”

  “Do you want another spanking?”

  “Probably.”

  “I can see I’ll have to monitor your clothing choices for when you go out with your friends.”

  She laughed as she pulled out the black bra she’d wear. “Don’t worry. I have some great granny panties I can wear. Very Bridget Jones. I have some pink ones with ruffles on the bottom. I bet you’d like those.”

  “Only when we’re playing.” His mouth went dry as she put on her demi-bra that barely restrained her breasts. Her areolas peeked over the tops of the cups and the lace trim teased her erect nipples, urging him into action. His cock lurched. Lord, he was gonna die today.

  “This bra always makes me so hot,” she told him. “The lace brushes me whenever I move. It’s like fingers trailing over me—”

  “Put on your dress,” he rasped. She was so naughty! She deserved every spanking he might give her. He loved it, even if it was pure torture.

  She smirked as she finished dressing, fixed her hair then slipped her feet into the black medium-heeled pumps he’d selected.

  “Starbucks?” he muttered and headed for the door. He had to get to the car, or they’d be very late for work.

  Natalia followed Ethan from her apartment, enjoying the powerful sense of femininity he instilled in her. It practically had him in a stranglehold he wanted her so badly. Getting through the day would be a trial, but she hoped tonight would be worth every torturous moment.