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Natasha trusted that no matter what Mr. Collins said if she really didn’t want to be his lover she didn’t have to. Logic dispassionately stated she should turn him over to HR and resign. Natasha found that option utterly distasteful.

I want him. I think I’ve always wanted him on some level. Maybe the fear hasn’t just always been fear?
 

She reached up and caressed his cheek. “Yes, Mr. Collins.”

“Such a good bunny. So soft and sweet,” he crooned while kissing her palm. “You’re my little pet, aren’t you?”

Natasha nodded. She flinched when he tapped her cheek with one forefinger.

“You will answer me properly, Natasha, as you always have. You will still address me either as Mr. Collins or Sir. And just so you know, there are many rights you haven’t earned yet including the use of my first name.”

The challenge stirred her instinctive need to submit. “Yes, Sir.”

Natasha’s whisper succeeded in announcing her deepest sentiments. Mr. Collins closed his eyes. His face relaxed into a pleasure-hungry expression. “I knew you were perfect for me, Natasha. I am always right but this time it feels exceedingly good.”

“How can I please you, Mr. Collins?”

He looked at her. “Do you want to please me?”

“Oh, yes.” It was true. Natasha had wanted to satisfy this man from the very beginning. Never did she
really
let herself imagine it could be sexually and now that it was. . .

“Your daytime duties will not change but I will be that much harder on you.”

Distress etched itself in her brow. “But I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“No, you haven’t, but I will be watching. I don’t want the fact that you’re my pet to give you the false impression that I won’t be as exacting as I’ve been.”

“I would never slack off on my work, Mr. Collins!”

“Calm down, pet.” He released her chin in favor of tunneling his fingers through her hair. “My bunny isn’t completely defenseless with her sharp, little fangs. All I have to do is insult the impeccable Miss Reynolds’s professional reputation and you come out slashing and biting. I will have to make note of this.”

“Mr. Collins, bunnies don’t have fangs.”

“I say you do. Don’t be shy. I happen to like your fangs.” He rubbed her hair between thumb and forefinger, seemingly enjoying the inky color and soft texture. “If I wanted a spiritless pet I could go downstairs and find one right now. I don’t want that.”

“You want me to defy you then?”

“No.” Mr. Collins tightened his fingers and tugged her hair sharply. “Defy me and I’ll wear my hand out on your backside. I command. You obey.”

Natasha’s heart jumped into her throat. Trepidation danced along her spine but curiosity played on the strings of her imagination.

He’ll spank me? I haven’t been spanked since I was seven. I wouldn’t like it. I’m sure I wouldn’t. . .well, maybe?

“Then what do you want from me?”

“Your days here will be mine, of course. I will also want four nights out of the week. This will leave you three nights to spend as you please—as long as your activities please me.”

I go to school three nights a week. I’m sure he already knows since he never asks me to stay late on those nights. I better make sure.

“Meaning what, Mr. Collins?”

“Meaning I do not share. See someone else and this is over. Understood?”

His ferocity caused her to squeak, “Yes, Sir.”

Okay. I guess school isn’t what he means. I never would’ve pictured Mr. Collins to be the jealous type. He’d have to care about someone to feel jealous over them, wouldn’t he?

“Good. Continue as you are, Natasha. Continue to match me, to push yourself to keep up with me, and we’ll get along beautifully.”

She closed her eyes, overwhelmed and giddy by their change in relationship. “I don’t want to anger you, Sir, but I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Look at me.” Mr. Collins waited until she complied. “Why not?”

Heat burned the back of her eyes. Natasha blinked rapidly, humiliated to be crying over something that had yet to happen. “If I fail at this, if you and I don’t make it, then what will happen?”

“To your position?”

“To me!” Natasha grabbed his collar and yanked him closer. “I’ve lived this past year to becoming everything you could ever need in an assistant. I’ve dedicated my life to you! If you throw me away, if you turn me out because I’ve disappointed you—”

Mr. Collins captured her lips and swallowed her fears. Pulling her up off the desk, he gripped her neck with one hand while ravaging her mouth. “That cannot happen because you belong to me, Natasha.”

“Sir. . .” She bit his bottom lip and groaned.

“You may not understand what it means when I say this but you will.” Mr. Collins kissed her one more time, pulling away slowly as if he wanted to continue kissing her for the rest of the night. “Hush and take off your clothes for me. Let me see what’s mine.”

She flushed, hands shaking and mind adrift in a sea of lust. She unbuttoned her jacket, fully aware of his penetrating ebony stare. Keeping her eyes downcast, Natasha removed the black jacket and laid it down on an empty chair. Heart thumping, throat dry, her body trembled with contradictory impulses.

I do want to do this so why am I so nervous?

“Keep going, pet.”

His purr provided the right kind of encouragement. Natasha slipped off her pretty plum chemise before unzipping and shimmying out of the matching pencil skirt. Carefully folding her clothes in a neat pile, she placed them with the jacket before turning back to face him.

“Very, very nice.” Mr. Collins swished his finger. Natasha obliged by turning about in a circle. “I knew you would be lovely but this is beyond my imagination. I’m glad in your choice of underclothing. I don’t know what I like better—your corset or your knickers. They both make me hard.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Natasha did her best to stand still and not give into the need to bounce from foot to foot.

“Why do you wear a corset? You already have such a small waist.”

Natasha hemmed. Although her reasons made perfect sense to her they did seem odd to admit. “Mad Men.”

“The show?” Mr. Collins raised a brow in surprise.

“Yes. I wanted to bring a little bit of that time back. The fashions but not the inequality. . .” Her voice died as she considered the present circumstances she agreed to be a part of.

“I see.” Mr. Collins smirked, as if recognizing Natasha’s crossroads between lofty ideals and untidy reality. “Do you remember what else I wanted from you tonight?”

His gentle prodding made her twitch with liquid desire. She wanted so badly to please him, to make Mr. Collins never regret making her his. “Yes, Sir.” Without waiting for further instruction, Natasha walked past him to bend over his desk.

“Good girl.”

She heard him approach her. His warm fingers crossed her wrists at the small of her back. Natasha docilely allowed him to secure her with what felt like his tie.

“Do you want to know why I am tying you up, Natasha?”

Excitement tickled her nerve endings. Warmth spread from between her thighs. “Yes, Sir.”

“I elevated you from prey to pet. As my prey I just needed to run you down and do what I wanted with you.” Natasha’s sharp inhale caused him to whisper in her ear. “You like that. Don’t worry—you’ll get a chance to stretch your legs. I won’t always want to be so nice to you.”

“Sir, you’re embarrassing me.”

“Whining is unbecoming of my pet.” Mr. Collins bit the nape of her neck. He regarded Natasha’s violent shudder with supreme satisfaction. “And pet is what you are tonight, Natasha, so I have to tie up my precious pet or she might think to run away from me because she gets scared.”

“No, Sir.” Caught up in the magic of his words, and the vicious pleasure of his bite, Natasha’s limbs deadened. “I don’t want to run away.”

“Good. One night I’ll have you crawl for me while on a leash. Won’t that be fun?” Mr. Collins slapped her bottom hard. “Now up on the desk, head down, and arse up. You are not to get down—no matter what I do—until I say you can. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Natasha lifted her leg and scrambled to obey him. Perched on the edge, she managed to scoot forward bit by bit without knocking anything off. She rested her cheek against the polished wood and suddenly worried about leaving a smudge behind.

Mr. Collins made a deep sound of appreciation. His hand glided back and forth across Natasha’s backside and thighs. “Tonight you and I will take it easy. I just want to play with my little bunny. I want to find out what makes her squeak before I see what makes her hop up and down.”

Please, please, please.

Natasha had never wanted anyone more. Delirious with desire, she needed Mr. Collins to amuse himself with her which ever way he wanted. She wanted him to devour her, make it so she couldn’t run, to leave her as a feral keening mess on his desk.

“Do you want to play with me, Natasha?”

“Oh, yes, Sir! Please, I want that so much.”

Shame flirted with her, shriveling Natasha’s ardor the slightest bit. That pleading, babbling woman couldn’t possibly be her, could it?

He’s already reduced me to this and he hasn’t even really touched me yet. What will happen when he does? Will I survive it or will I just disappear into him completely?

Mr. Collins kissed her hip. Natasha spread her legs wide, greedy for more. She cried out from the sharp slaps he delivered quickly on each thigh.

“I decide your pleasure, pet. Not you.”

Rage rushed up beneath the surface of her docility. Natasha contained it, forcing the unclean emotion deep down; uncertain of its origins but sure it was due to his unnatural punishment.

“Good girl,” Mr. Collins whispered. “You suppressed that remarkably well.”

She blushed, unsure if he was truly pleased or mocking her obvious lack of restraint.

“After all, what fun is there to be had when prey turns belly up in the midst of the chase?”

“Pet.” Natasha’s sharp distinction drew an indulgent chuckle from Mr. Collins.

“Of course you’re my pet but don’t forget—you’re also my prey.” He smoothed his hand over her back. “I know I said I wanted to play with you, Natasha, but you’re making it so very easy for me to want to eat you instead.”

“What do you mean—oh!” She shuddered, helpless beneath the feel of his tongue laving her through the satin underwear. Natasha moaned happily when Mr. Collins pulled the thin fabric sliver to one side before giving her several long licks.

“Hmm, tasty.”

Natasha squirmed, loving how he grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. His tongue expertly probed Natasha’s delicate folds, quickly finding what pleased her and what intoxicated her. Mr. Collins then set about keeping Natasha on the drugged side of intoxication for many long thigh-clenching minutes.

“Do you want to come, Natasha?” He replaced his mouth with two talented fingers, slickly sliding over her before sinking deep inside.

She whimpered in response and wiggled her hips.

“Answer me, pet.”

Natasha babbled an affirmative.

Mr. Collins twisted his wrist. “I don’t think you’re ready. Not nearly enough begging for my satisfaction.” He ignored her cries of denial and walked to his chair. Sitting down, he languidly waved his hand in front of Natasha’s face. “Lick.”

No one had ever asked her to do something so vulgar and raw. Natasha loved it. Keeping her gaze locked onto his, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue across the damp digits before drawing each one into her mouth.

“You taste divine, Natasha. Do you agree?”

“Yes, Sir.” She traced each finger with the tip of her tongue, paying special attention to each manicured nail.

“Good girl.” Mr. Collins shifted forward and pulled her head up higher with a tightly clenched fist. Crushing her mouth with his, he slipped his damp hand inside her corset top. Mr. Collins cupped her breast gently before finding a hard nipple. Rolling and pinching it, he discovered Natasha’s sensitivity with unerring accuracy.

Between the brutal kiss and his clever fingers, Natasha lost all rational thought. She became a creature of his making, someone whose sole purpose was to exist at his pleasure. Her knees scurried forward until she fell into his lap. She fought against the tie binding her, wanting to touch Mr. Collins with the same intensity he was touching her.

Mr. Collins’s mouth ripped away. “Bad pet!” He pushed Natasha’s face against his shoulder and clamped one hand to the back of her neck. Mr. Collins then pulled and shoved her legs on either side of him, effectively trapping them beneath the armrests.

“I didn’t order you off the desk, did I?” His elegant, beautiful hand proved it could be a violent, unrestrained brute. It smacked her ass repeatedly, doing very little to warm up the skin.

“No, Sir!” Natasha cried out against his dress shirt. She was staining the pristine fabric it with her lipstick, and tried to reposition her head, only to freeze when he barked, “Stay still!”

“But your shirt, Mr. Collins. . .”