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  “Nor does modesty suit you, Miss Donahue. No need to act all coy with me.” His voice was stern. “You play the part well, as I suspect you have all your life. You prance around Daddy’s office full of men wearing four-hundred-dollar shoes and a tailored designer suit all the while sporting a bare-naked cunt underneath.”

  She coughed, choking on her wine. “Wow! You always so blunt?”

  “Ehh, pretty much.” He nodded.

  “You just like to shock and offend.”

  He barked out a laugh. “Oh, I neither shocked nor offended you. Merely caught you by surprise. If I had you stripped bare and tied to my bed right now, that comment wouldn’t have even surprised you.” He flashed a devilish grin, daring her to disagree.

  “Is that what you plan to do?” She didn’t deny it.

  “Eventually, yes. But not tonight,” he added.

  “Eventually? Mr. Matthews, why do you assume this is more than just a one-time thing?”

  “If it were a one-time thing, princess, you wouldn’t be here right now. Now would you?”

  “Touché.” She paused. “I’m getting married, you know?”

  “Are you?” he asked with a tone of disbelief.

  She held up the ring as if she had shit on her hand. The heavy burden was not giving her the warm fuzzies for sure. “June wedding, I’m told.”

  “You’re told?”

  “Yep,” she chuckled, nodding her head.

  “Brady Pelican is quite the catch from what I hear.”

  “Yeah, from what I hear as well.”

  “Then why the long face, princess? Shouldn’t you be on a plane to Paris or Milan to a dress shop? Or is Vera Wang doing a personal fitting for you?”

  “You think you’re cute, don’t you?”

  “I amuse myself.” Watching her grow flustered amused him.

  “So, did you just invite me over here to get the skinny on my wedding plans or did you want to fuck?”

  “Oh, Miss Donahue, I want to do many things to you. Fucking is just one of them.”

  She took a deep breath.

  “You asked me earlier today what I wanted.”

  “And?”

  “It’s really quite simple. I want your body. You to surrender it to me. Let me have it.”

  “You’re forgetting that I saw you…with her. I know what you are. You’re a Dom.”

  “Is that why you pulled your little elevator stunt?” His brow narrowed.

  “You didn’t like it?”

  “Oh, I liked it fine. I am wondering why a newly engaged woman seemed to need to get laid so goddamn bad.”

  “Fine, huh?” Her voice carried a hint of hurt.

  “Why did you watch?”

  Her eyes lowered to her hands in her lap. “I couldn’t look away.” She shrugged her shoulders. “When she walked in and instantly lay over your desk…like that…” She took a deep breath. “I just knew.”

  “Knew what, Anna?”

  She looked up, meeting his gaze. “Knew I…wanted to be her.”

  His semi-hard cock rose to full attention at her words. Surprised by her honest response. She wanted to come to the dark side. And, god forgive him, he wanted to lead her there. “Well then, Miss Donahue, chat’s over. Let’s fuck.”

  Anna Beth stood, pulling free the sash around her waist. With a slight lift of her shoulders the coat fell to her feet.

  Completely naked, she stood steadfast, eyes locked on his.

  His cock grew harder at the sight before him.

  “Where do you want me?” she asked.

  “Upstairs. Second door on the left.” He lingered at the bottom of the stairs, watching her bare ass sway with each step she took. She didn’t look back as he ascended the staircase behind her.

  Phillip walked into the playroom. Anna Beth stood in front of the long wooden table beside the bed. She reached out and ran her fingers over several different floggers. Her eyes widened.

  She turned to look at him. The corner of her mouth curved into a smile. “So many…things. You use all of them?”

  “I have, yes, but not all in one scene.” He watched her eyes drift over the table to see if anything caught her attention.

  “Scene? Is that what you call it?” Holding up a rather large butt plug, she examined it then quickly put it back in its place.

  “Yes. You ever played this way before?”

  “I’ve been tied up before,” she said assuredly.

  “You need to have a safe word. If anything gets too rough and you need me to back off you say yellow. If it gets to be too much you say red. You say red and everything stops. Period. We’re done. Do you understand?” He gauged her expression as he spoke.

  “Yes,” she answered.

  “Here are the rules.”

  “Rules?” Her face took on a more serious expression.

  “In this room you may not look me in the eyes unless I tell you to. In fact,” he continued as he walked to stand inches in front of her, “besides breathing you aren’t allowed to do anything unless I tell you to. Is that clear?” His voice was deep and level.

  “Yes,” she said as she continued to hold his gaze.

  He gave her a stern glare. “Eyes.”

  Her gaze narrowed, her lips tightened, but then she gave him what he was waiting for. Her gaze lowered to the floor, but she had a grin on her face. He would get rid of that soon enough.

  “I tell you what to do, you answer ‘yes Sir’.”

  Her gaze shot up to meet his once again.

  He didn’t say a word.

  She took a slow, deep breath then lowered her eyes.

  “I’m cutting you some slack right now because you are new, but rest assured, once we begin the leniency will end. Do you understand that I will punish you for not following the rules?” He reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair back behind her ear.

  She swallowed loudly. Her body trembled, goose bumps rising over her skin at his light touch. “Yes,” she whispered faintly.

  He cleared his throat, annoyed.

  Her cheeks flooded. “Yes Sir.” Her voice cracked.

  “Now, that’s better.” Phillip brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. It quivered beneath his touch. His cock surged, growing harder.

  Smiling broadly, he asked, “Ready?”

  “Yes Sir,” she whispered. The hint of a smile was still on her face. He would put an end to it.

  “What’s your safe word?”

  “Yellow means slow down. Red means stop. Traffic light, got it.” She lifted her chin, looking him square in the eyes and said. “Green.”

  Her defiance pleased him. He glared into her eyes, hardening his expression. Game time.

  “Kneel,” he commanded in a harsh tone.

  She shuddered, lowering to her knees.

  “Hands behind your back.” His voice was stern.

  She slumped forward.

  “Shoulders up. Back straight.”

  She shot a brief glance up at him, pushing out her chest.

  Raised pink nipples topped off round firm tits. He imagined binding them and flogging them ’til they were aflame. Another time. “Close your eyes. Spread your knees.”

  He smiled as her bare cunt became visible to him. He wanted to see more. “When you are here, you are mine. That means you make yourself open to me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes Sir,” she said with a hint of aggravation.

  “You, princess, are here for my pleasure. My toy. My little…fuck toy. To do with as I so choose.” He watched her face intently.

  Her mouth opened to say something but slammed shut. “No need to tell you that you aren’t allowed to wear panties in my presence, because as I already know you prefer going commando.”

  Running her tongue out, she wet her lush red lips. He slowly unbuckled his belt. Her moist lips curled at the scratching sound of his zipper as it opened. Releasing his hardened cock, he gave himself a couple of long strokes. “Get up on your knees.”

  Her mouth was no
w level with his cock. “Stick out your tongue.” Taking his dick in a firm hold, he brushed the pre-cum onto her lips. Her hot, wet, pink tongue licked eagerly, transforming his erection into steel. “Open.”

  He threaded his fingers into her hair. He pushed the head into her tender mouth. The suction hit him way stronger than expected. Her eagerness to take him in was titillating as fuck. When the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat he stilled. “Open wider. Loosen your jaw,” he instructed in a stern voice. Unsure if sliding deeper was really the best thing to do, he continued, his balls already tightening in anticipation of release.

  Her breath hitched. Her muscles grew rigid.

  “Look at me.” His voice was calm.

  She looked up into his eyes and his cock jumped in her mouth. How erotic it was looking down and seeing her luscious mouth latched on to his cock.

  He gave her a reassuring nod. “Loosen your jaw.” His tone gentler, encouraging. “Take me into your throat. You want to please me, don’t you?”

  Giving a little nod, she took a deep breath, relaxing her jaw.

  “Good girl.”

  She shuddered in response. She needed that bit of positive reinforcement.

  He pushed forward. The head of his cock popped down into her tight throat. Her garbled breathless moan vibrated her throat. His orgasm poised in his shaft, his balls tight, wanting to release. Not yet.

  He encircled the base in a tight chokehold. Pulling her by the hair, he inched deeper into the narrow passage. She bucked, no longer able to draw in air. Another inch in and her throat responded instinctually to the invasion, gagging on his rock-hard dick wedged deep. He eased back, letting her drag in a few deep breaths. He pushed back each time, getting a little deeper and waiting a little longer before retreating.

  She took him down her throat willingly even though she gagged on each deep forward thrust. Soon he was balls-deep inside her mouth and she began gagging on his throbbing cock. The sensation of the rhythmic convulsion of her throat as it tried to expel him was intensely erotic. He couldn’t hold back any longer. His balls exploded, sending jets of his cum deep into her throat. She stilled and then swallowed.

  “Fuck yeah!” he growled. He pulled out quick, a loud wet smack sounding as he popped free of her mouth. She coughed hard, trying to catch her breath.

  “Look at me.” Her eyes watering, streaks of black mascara running down her flushed cheeks. Beautiful. Deep-blue eyes looking up at him held no sign of fear, but instead a hint of pride. She wanted to please him. “Good girl.”

  Releasing his grasp on her hair, he had to give her credit. She was more than meeting his expectations, but then he hadn’t really given her much of a challenge. Yet. “Stand up.”

  She reached out her hands to help herself up.

  “No. Hands behind your back.”

  Locking her hands behind her, she awkwardly stood up in her high heels.

  He slapped her across her ass. She let out a high-pitched yelp as she shifted her weight, trying not to stumble. Phillip suppressed a laugh, barely. Taking her by the arm, he led her to a high-backed armless chair. He sat down.

  “Across my lap. Hands on the floor.” He patted his thighs.

  Her eyes wide and unsure.

  “Time to pay the piper. You were late. Were you not?”

  “Yes Sir.” She froze.

  “You really think keeping me waiting is wise at this point?” Arching a brow at her, he watched her ease forward as she lay across him. Her skin was warm and soft and he ran his palm slowly over one round exposed cheek and then the other, drawing out her anxious anticipation.

  Lightning fast, he raised his hand and smacked her cheek. She gasped with the contact, breath quickening.

  “Count.”

  “Huh?” The second hit landed on the opposite cheek. “Fuck!” she yelled.

  “Excuse me?” he reprimanded.

  “Sir?”

  “Count for me,” he instructed.

  “Two?” Her voice was aquiver.

  Smack. “Two…what?”

  “Two, Sir?” she shouted.

  “Good girl, except we already passed two now, didn’t we?” he taunted, raising his hand again. Smack!

  “Three. I mean four, Sir!” The tone of her voice breaking with frustration.

  The frequency grew as he continued. By the tenth hit her ass was laced with pink handprints. Circling his palm over the raised marks, he admired them as they reddened. As her bottom squirmed beneath his touch, he rubbed his rising cock between his abdomen and her bare body.

  Smack!

  “Eleven, Sir,” she whimpered. Her muscles tensed.

  He returned to rubbing her reddening ass.

  She sighed. Her body eased slightly. She sniffled.

  He brushed the hair off her face and watched a teardrop fall to the floor. He slid his hand between her thighs, grazing her wet outer folds. She moaned. Pleased at how wet she was, he sank two fingers inside her pussy. Swirling his fingers in her juices, he explored her.

  She tilted her ass up to him, wanting more. He withdrew his fingers, sliding up her crack to her puckered asshole.

  She froze at the contact, holding her breath. When he pushed inward she clenched her cheeks shut, halting him.

  “Relax, let me in,” he said in a firm tone.

  “But?”

  “Excuse me?” His voice rose.

  “Ugh…”

  Phillip gripped a handful of hair and gave it a yank.

  She yelped.

  “I’m sorry, what did you say?” he mocked.

  “Yes Sir,” she let out with a sob, relaxing her ass muscles.

  He pressed inward again, this time sinking into the tight hole. “No one has ever fucked you here?”

  “God no!”

  Phillip let out an evil and delighted chuckle, pushing his finger in as deep as he could go.

  She screamed. “No Sir,” she corrected herself.

  “I will,” he said, withdrawing his finger only to add another before thrusting into her ass again.

  She let out a loud high-pitched squeal. “Fuck!”

  Smiling to himself, he eased out of her.

  Her breath gusted from her.

  “Stand up. You may use your hands to climb up on the bed and lie down on your back,” he commanded.

  She stood and did as he instructed. He grabbed the wet wipes and washed off his hands.

  “Bend your knees.”

  She did so, but kept them together.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She groaned. Her chest and cheeks flushed but she did it.

  “Show me that hard little clit of yours.”

  Spreading her knees farther, she looked to him for approval.

  He shook his head, grinning. “Use your hands.”

  She glared at him, wavering momentarily. Biting down on her bottom lip, she shuddered as her hands slid down to her bare mound. Delicate fingers moved her outer lips aside, raising the hood off her swollen clit. She watched him, unflinching as he bent down between her legs, inches away from her tender flesh. Wanting her to feel just how close he was, he blew gently across her thigh and then over her clit.

  She jerked.

  Pink folds quivered, dripping wet with her arousal. He could smell her pussy, rich and erotic musk. Still holding herself open her fingers, she began to tremble. Circling his arms around her thighs, he pulled her to his mouth. He gave one long lick over her sex before latching on to her hard nub.

  Groaning deeply, she tightened her leg muscles. Her hands dove into his hair as she ground her pussy against him. He should scold her. Reprimand her for moving her hands, but his need superseded his instructions, besides he would enjoy punishing her later for it. He savored the taste of her, devouring her and wanting more.

  Her breaths grew choppy.

  Sinking two fingers into her cunt, he curled his fingers up and did his come-hither motion, searching for her G-spot.

  “Yes, yes, oh fuck!”

/>   G-spot found. “Don’t you fucking come.”

  Her eyes shot wide open. Her whimper a sexy purr of distress.

  Giving her a stern look, he latched on to her clit then plunged his fingers deep inside her cunt.

  She groaned with frustration.

  “Come!” he said, holding her clit between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue.

  Her pussy clinched his fingers, drenching his hand. She screamed aloud, as her body writhed under him.

  He slowed as the waves of her orgasm eased. She let out a wicked, sexy laugh. She rose on her elbows and looked down at him, flipping her hair off her face. Smiling as she took in deep breaths. “That was the best fucking orgasm of my life.”

  He couldn’t help himself. He smiled back at her joyful expression, reveling in her admiration and wanting more. “You liked that, huh?”

  “God yes.”

  “Then do it again.” He lowered his head.

  She gasped, trying to scoot back. “Wait.”

  “Uh unh,” he said with her clit already between his lips, holding her in place by her thighs.

  “I need to catch my—” She cried out.

  He shook his head, tugging on her clit with every movement of his head.

  “Oh fuck,” she yelled.

  He relentlessly flicked her hard clit with his tongue, finger-fucking her pussy with increasing force.

  “Please Sir, please Sir, please,” she begged for release.

  He nodded. Her back arching as she came. Her breaths ragged, her body slick with cum and sweat.

  He wanted to push her further, force yet another orgasm on her, but he could not hold off his own need any longer. He moved off her to fully remove his pants. His cock jutted up, the head wet with pre-cum. He ripped open a condom and rolled it down his shaft.

  As he knelt between her legs, her sensuous body flushed with arousal, aching for him. He hooked his arms under her knees, lifting her bottom up. He pushed her legs up to her chest.

  “Please Sir,” she whispered breathless.

  “Yes, princess?” He slid his cock up and down her dripping pussy.

  “Please.” Pleading deep-blue eyes pinned him as he took a slow inhalation. “Fuck me!”

  A swivel of his hips and his cock dove into her slick hot cunt. He groaned loudly as the tightness engulfed him. He stilled, taking deep breaths to strengthen his resolve.

  Anna Beth whimpered in protest, patting his ass. She wanted more. He withdrew, only to plunge deeper.