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“You told me what you need,” he whispered, coming up behind her. “You told me you were all right and desperate to be submissive and taken by me.”

Serena whirled, eyes wide as she stared at him.

“What did you say?”

But she could see the truth in his eyes. Keith was
Master
? She felt her legs tremble and threaten to give out on her. He caught her shoulders.

“Yes, sweet Serena,” he murmured, gathering her close. “Yes.”

“I don’t understand,” she breathed, shaking.

Keith was
Master
? How? Why? Her mind spun as she tried to understand what was happening. One thing suddenly blazed across her mind like a falling star streaking across the sky. He’d tricked her!

“Don’t think,” he told her. “Just feel what I do to you.” His hands moved up to frame her face. “Feel how we are together.”

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until her toes curled. His arms went around her and cradled her to him. But she was still shaking, with love, with desire, with exhaustion, with anger. She’d been through hell the past week—physically, mentally and emotionally. She wasn’t about to just fall into his arms. He had some
major
explaining to do. Bringing her hands up, she planted them on his chest and pushed him far enough away to see his face.

“How could you do that to me?” she demanded.

“Why? And last night? Was that some sort of test?

Did I pass?”

“I didn’t know how to approach you,” he said quietly. “Not after what you’d said about Charlotte and the socialites. I…I didn’t think you’d be interested in me that way.”

“Only since the first day I saw you in the elevator,” she shook her head. Dammit, that would make him think he didn’t need to do anything.

“Actually after that conversation, I was convinced you’d never look at me because I wasn’t a socialite.”

“Whereas I started to truly see you,” he replied, fingers brushing over her forehead to her temples.

Cradling her jaw in his palms, he kissed her gently.

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind or the things I wanted to do with and to you. I stayed up all night working on how I would seduce you,” he whispered, gathering her close again. “When you didn’t throw that book away, I took a chance at putting the second one in the drawer. I was fairly certain you were a submissive, but there was always the chance you would not accept it.”

“Keith, do you realize the risk you took?” She stared up at him. “The books in my desk? Even thinking of seducing me? Much less coming to my apartment last night? Especially after everything that happened last week?”

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nodded. “Do you know how much last night meant to me?”

“Tell me.”

Her voice was barely audible.

“Let me show you,” he smiled.

He tugged loose the tie belt for the wrap-around dress and in seconds pulled the dress from her body.

Leaving her dressed in a black lace bra and thigh-high stockings, along with the impossibly high heels that were the most comfortable she’d ever worn. And her collar. His clever hands flipped the front clasp of the bra.

She reached for his head and searched his eyes.

She still didn’t know what he wanted from her.

Would the passion be enough? He didn’t give her any time to think. His hands roamed her body, finding the nerves he’d discovered and exploited so well before.

“Gorgeous,” rasped his voice. “And mine.”

“Keith,” Serena breathed, finally relaxing at his familiar touch.

“Mine,” he murmured several times.

As if it was his new mantra. As if it would make it true. As if it was what he wanted more than anything else. He demanded her response and she gave it to him. Hands clinging to his shoulders, she let her head fall to the side. He bent her back and feasted on her neck and breasts.

“Master,” she sighed.

It was as if she’d said a magic word that unleashed the animal within the man.

She’d been able to feel his cock as he’d held her close. She’d known he wanted her. But now, now, he made sure she had no doubts as to his intentions.

His hands braced her upper back as his mouth lavished attention on her breasts. One after the other, he suckled until she was crying out in her need. He caught one nipple in his mouth and slowly 209

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drew as much of her in as possible. Her head fell back as her body caught fire. When his tongue circled just before his teeth closed on the hardened tip, she moaned. Her hips shifted desperately against him.

“Please, Master, please,” she begged.

He laid her on the desk he’d already cleared.

Firm hands held her thighs wide apart. For a long moment he stared at her dripping pussy.

“You’re wet,” he observed, tracing her folds with a finger. “But are you hot?”

“Yes!” she panted, wriggling her hips. “Please!”

“What do you want, Serena?”

“In-box.”

“Tell me.”

“You inside me,” she managed.

Two fingers slid inside her. With a moan, she arched off the desk. He hooked his fingers as his thumb went to her clit.

“So

wet

for

me,

sweetheart,”

he

said

approvingly. “Hot and tight.”

“Oh, God,” she moaned as he applied exquisite pressure on the nerves he’d discovered during their weekend together.

It was her G-spot, he had told her. With the right amount of pressure applied inside and out, a woman’s orgasm, if she’d been thoroughly aroused, would be mind-blowing. He’d demonstrated it repeatedly until she couldn’t walk on her own.

Now, his fingers stroked her insides as his thumb circled on her clit and just above it. His lips caught a breast and she felt her entire body surrender. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t tied up, blindfolded, or gagged. He commanded her body completely. He would give her pleasure, give her carefully applied pain, and protect her throughout.

“Master,” she whimpered.

His lips covered hers and she couldn’t talk.

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Couldn’t think. Could only feel.

One of his hands left her body and in a few seconds she could hear his zipper. Her hands reached for him.

“Let me help,” she panted.

“I’ve got it, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

His fingers and thumb pinched her clit and wrung a cry from her throat. Pulling his hand from her, he tugged her hips to the edge of the desk. And drove straight into her slick folds.

“Yes!”

Serena’s exulted cry was more a whisper than a shout, but she didn’t know. She wouldn’t have cared.

She had the man she had wanted for years and the Master who had taken her body and made it his.

Keith’s hips pistoned his cock in and out of her.

His hands gripped her hips to hold her still. This was wild. This was hot. This was sheer animalistic possession.

And she reveled in it. A thumb went to her clit and pressed hard.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted. “Master, please. I need… I need…”

“Come when you’re ready. Come, sweet. Come for me,” he grunted.

His head moved down and he latched onto a breast. Hard. Moaning, she threaded her fingers in his hair and held him to her.

As his hips increased their speed and urgency, his tongue and teeth devoured her breasts. And the animal inside her roared to life.

And she came. Again. And again. And felt him surge into her.

“Oh,” she sighed as he held her close.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathed. “Mine. Just mine.”

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as her legs wrapped around her waist. He didn’t lean back but focused on stroking her hair and nuzzling her neck.

“Keith? Master?” she frowned. “What do I call you?”

“Master when we’re alone. Keith in public,” he replied, a gleam in his eyes. “Or you could call me
husband
.” He saw the surprise in her eyes. “Oh, sweetheart, I put you through so much, didn’t I?” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m sorry, Serena. I’ll make it up to you.” His hands framed her face. “I swear, I never imagined Mark would come after you.

I would have kept you in the playroom for a year before I let that bastard come near you. I would have done anything…”

Two fingers gently covered his mouth.

“I know, darling,” she whispered. “And you were there for me. Claire kept saying she talked to you on the phone, but I thought she was confused about which phone. And the way you had the guards with me constantly and…” She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. “And you were the one who insisted I bring Debbie to you so she could tell you what had been done to her. I know you didn’t have any idea what would happen, but you knew what you were going to do to Duncan and any other man involved. Didn’t you?”

“Yes,” he answered. His hands stroked her back.

“I wanted to come to you. I wanted to call you. As your boss. As your master. I thought you would want time to heal, to think. Each time you called, your message was so short I wasn’t sure if you were about to end things.”

“I was afraid I’d start crying and beg you to come to me,” she told him, closing her eyes and snuggling closer. “I couldn’t understand why you didn’t call or come see me. Wasn’t what happened big enough to—”

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“It was,” he nodded, arms tightening around her. “But you had enough to deal with last week without suddenly finding out I was your Dom and,” he sighed, glancing at the three stacks of files on the credenza. “I’ve been a little busy myself. The fall-out has been interesting.”

“The company?”

“Actually doing better,” he smiled, lips twisting slightly. “Much to my family’s chagrin.”

“How’s Penny?”

He sighed and rested his cheek on the top of her head.

“She finally realized just what kind of man Mark is and ended the engagement. Her father’s in control of her trust fund and cut her off.”

“What?” Serena gasped. “Why?”

“That,” he sighed, “is the sixty-four thousand dollar question. We’re not sure what the connection is between Mark, Duncan, Hester, and my father and uncle.”

Serena pulled her head back slightly so she could see his expression.

“You think your family was trying to ruin you?”

“Maybe not completely, but enough to drive me to sell the company to the family holdings. Their professional and personal reputations have taken some knocks lately.”

“Your brothers?”

“Possibly,” he conceded.

“I’d heard that Kevin didn’t like your success,” she said slowly. “And after what happened last year with Grant Franklin, he really was pissed you took Grant’s side.” She frowned. “But what would Penny…” her eyes widened. “Did her trust have shares or something they needed?” He stared at her.

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of us ever thought of them needing her shares.

That’s got to be why he cut her off.”

“But she’s over twenty-one, right? Doesn’t she have full access? Or at least to all the interest or something?”

“I’ll have to check on that,” he nodded.

“So what is she doing in the meantime?”

“I gave her a job. As the company’s special events coordinator, she’s very busy setting things up for our newest division. I also pissed her off a bit. I figured since she took my side someone might come after her, so she’s had a bodyguard full-time. Neither she nor Ben have looked very happy.”

“You have been busy,” she observed. “A new division?”

“You’ve opened my eyes to many things,” he told her. “So I thought, since you can’t stay my assistant once people know about us, that you might like to head up a section devoted to philanthropy. Raising money for hospices, computers for schools, and…” With a gasp of happiness, Serena kissed him hard.

“Yes.” She studied his face. “I’m figuring your family isn’t one we’ll have to spend much time with, is it?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I told you my parents divorced when I was young. I didn’t understand any of what was happening. All I knew for certain was that my mother wasn’t there anymore. Over the next fifteen years, I had three stepmothers who were all under thirty when they married my father.” He grimaced. “I didn’t think much about relationships between men and women. That may have made me a dominant, to keep women submissive, but…” he shrugged.

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didn’t seem very fond of most of them, but she didn’t know many people who liked wholesale criticism of their family. “I don’t think I’ve met your father. I talked with him on the phone a couple times. He was rather abrupt and patronizing. Your mother came in once. I liked her. She seemed much too sweet to have married your father. I’ve met Penny on her way to see Mark, but no one else.”