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“We’ll go to the boardroom. No one will go in there because it’s lunch. We can lock the door,” she murmured when they came to another door.

He nodded, watched as she opened the door that led to a hallway that was on the second floor. He recognized it, he’d been there before a few times to pick Michaela up or drop something off. Some of the salesmen were jerks. A handful of them always had something to say, snickering and laughing behind his back because of the way he dressed or his sexual preference. He’d heard them a couple of times, usually brushed it off.

He also knew that a few of them were hot for Michaela. She’d so much as told him so, letting him in on the dealership gossip. Who banged who, who flirted with who.

Wouldn’t they be surprised to know that “the gay dude” as they called him was about to get blown by Michaela in the boardroom?

She opened yet another door, this one the last and they entered the boardroom together, the cold sterile air shocking him. He turned to watch Michaela close the door and turn the lock and then she stood there, unsure of what to do next.

He felt a little sorry for her. But not too much. “Come here.”

With tentative steps, she approached him, her head down, her hands clasped in front of her. As if she was really getting into the role of disobedient servant to the all-controlling master. He’d never been into the S/M scene, didn’t necessarily get off on public floggings and the like but he did like the idea of being in control of Michaela.

Telling her what to do seemed to turn her on. And who was he to deny her that?

Austin reached for her again, his fingers curling around her chin, lifting her face so she looked at him. Her eyes blazed with hunger and excitement and a matching hunger bubbled within him, threatening to overtake him.

“What’s my task?” she asked softly.

That voice alone made his dick hard. “On your knees.”

She moved away from his grasp and knelt down, bringing herself directly in front of his crotch. Tilting her head back, she stared up at him, her long hair trailing down her back in luxurious blonde waves. “What now?”

“Unbutton and unzip my jeans.”

Her fingers went to the fly of his jeans and slowly undid the snap, then drew the zipper down, the sound loud in the eerie quiet of the room. He breathed deep, trying for control, and she waited for her next order, resting her hands on the tops of her thighs.

“I want you to suck my cock until I come.”

She nodded, her hands going for the waistband of his boxer briefs, and he stopped her, his hand gripping her silky soft shoulder.

“I’m not going to touch you.”

“What?” She gazed up at him, her fingers sliding beneath his underwear, touching his bare skin and…holy shit it felt so good.

“Your punishment is that this right now, is all about me. Not you. You get nothing.”

“It’ll please me to pleasure you,” she murmured, the tips of her fingers brushing his cock.

Ah Jesus, she would have to go and say something like that. But he couldn’t dwell on it too long because the next thing he knew she had his briefs yanked down and his cock out, her mouth wrapped around the head, her fingers curled around the base.

It felt amazing, all of that wet heat surrounding him, her lips plumped and taking him in. Her tongue licked, circled, lapped at him as if he was a treat and she was starved. He watched as he leaned against the edge of the board table. His hands dropped to the top of her head, his fingers threading through her hair, and he tightened his grip, tighter, tighter still until he saw her wince, felt it in the press of her lips on his cock.

“Does that hurt?”

She shook her head, drew him out of her mouth, her tongue lashing at the tip of his cock, sliding along the slit, gathering the pre-come that had just gathered there. Her eyes glittered when she stared up at him, her fingers clutching him tight before she dropped her hand, cupping his balls.

He wasn’t going to last much longer if she kept this up. “You want me to pull harder?”

She nodded, licked down the length of him, and he yanked her hair even tighter, knowing that it must’ve hurt like hell. Michaela didn’t seem to mind if the moan of pleasure she gave was any indication. She continued to lick, her tongue tracing the throbbing vein that ran the length of his cock, and he forced her to take him fully.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he gritted, shocking himself at his coarse directions. What was it about this woman that brought this dominant, possessive side out of him?

“Yeth,” she whispered just before he started to thrust in earnest. Deeper and deeper he went, until he bumped the back of her throat but she took all of him, her lips working, her mouth a magical thing. Closer and closer his orgasm came, the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, the tightening of his balls, all of it indicating it was near.

She reached beneath his tight balls, her index finger stroking the sensitive skin there, and he pushed deep in her mouth, coming in long, wrenching spurts, sending his semen straight down her throat. He groaned, watched as she milked every last drop, the sexy little sounds of pleasure she made urging him on. So tired he wanted to collapse, he wanted to wrap her in his arms and hold her tight, stroke her hair and tell her how fucking great she was.

But he had a role to play and he knew she expected him to maintain it. He watched her as she slowly withdrew him from her mouth. Without his urging, she tucked him back into his underwear, zipped and snapped his jeans closed. She sat back on her haunches, waiting for his orders, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion for her.

She was perfection. If he was smart, he’d latch on to her and never let her go.

So why did that thought scare the hell out of him?

Chapter Six

Michaela sat before Austin on her knees, waiting for what he wanted her to do next. She’d given her all in that blowjob and he hadn’t even resisted when she touched him just behind his balls. Of course, he’d been with men—many men so he’d probably done things she didn’t even know existed.

Still, he’d enjoyed her touch, the way she sucked his cock and when he came she’d almost become overwhelmed.

His semen had been endless, and she’d drunk every drop. The salty, slightly sour liquid had slid down her throat. The throb of his cock, the way he growled he was going to fuck her mouth, all of it had made her so wet, so achy that one touch, just one touch and she would shatter.

Austin rubbed the top of her head, his touch tender, the complete opposite of the way he’d yanked her hair just moments ago. She’d begged for that, loving the pleasurable pain it brought her, and now he ran his fingers in her hair. Smoothing it away from her face, his fingers trailed down to stroke her cheek.

She glanced up to find him watching her and he offered her a hand, which she took. Hauling her up, she stood before him, unsure of what to do next.

Austin was in control of this scenario. And there was something so freeing in giving him this.

“That was amazing,” he murmured and her gaze lifted, meeting his. The sincerity she saw there warmed her, and she wanted to reach out and touch him but held herself back.

“Thank you,” she whispered and he chuckled.

“Come here so I can kiss you.”

She went willingly into his arms, cherishing the way he enveloped her in his embrace. Clutching at his broad shoulders, she lifted her head, offering herself to him, and he took it, took her with the sweetest, slowest kiss.

God, her pussy flooded with cream at the touch of his lips, the way his hands slid down, over her butt, gripping her there. She wished he would lift her skirt, touch her there just a little bit. She could come with just the brush of his fingers. She knew it.

“I should go,” he whispered against her mouth, his tongue darting out to lick. “You probably have to go back to work.”

Disappointment coursed through her, and she withdrew slightly with a frown. “Of course. Um, yeah, okay. See you later.”

“Michaela.” He wouldn’t let her go, his arms tightening around her, and she hung her head.

What did she expect? He had told her what her punishment was. He wasn’t going to touch her. She should consider herself lucky he hugged and kissed her.

But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to ease the ache that throbbed mightily between her thighs. She had to admit though, there was almost something pleasurable in wallowing in her needy pain. Knowing that later he would satisfy her and that little bit of anticipation would keep her going.

His hand went to the back of her head, tugging on her hair so she had no choice but look at him. “I want to take you out tonight.”

She closed her eyes briefly, taking in the sensation of his hand trailing across her face, skimming over her eyebrows, down her nose. Gentle, sweet touches belied the forceful, dominant man of just moments ago.

It was a delicious juxtaposition that both thrilled and terrified her.

“All right,” she finally answered, her eyes sliding open.

Austin traced her lips with his index finger. “Another club. I think you’ll like this place.”

Oh. She really didn’t want to do that. The idea of going on an actual date like a long dinner at a favorite restaurant was her idea of the perfect night.

Guess Austin had other plans.

“Do you want to go?”

She wanted to please him. She wanted to spend time with him. “Yes.”

He smiled and leaned in close, pressed another kiss to her eager mouth. “Lift up your skirt.”

“What?” His command jarred her, threw her off balance.

Austin pushed at her shoulders so she stood away from him. “Lift it up, Michaela. Let me see you.”

She did as she was asked, mortified at the little moan she gave when the fabric slid over her skin. She hauled the skirt up, until she had it gathered about her waist, and Austin shook his head, emitting a low whistle.

“You look pretty wet.”

That was the understatement of the year. “Why don’t you touch me and find out?”

He flashed that boyish grin again, shoved his hands into his pockets. That smile could melt the panties right off the most innocent of females.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t one of them. She wore no panties. And after being with him for not even twenty-four hours, no way was she innocent either.

“I won’t touch you, remember? It’s part of your punishment.”

She was this close to begging and he knew it. Hell, it appeared as if he might be waiting for it.

She refused to give in.

“I’ll see you tonight after work then?” She lifted her chin and pushed her skirt back down into place, trying her best for dignified. Knowing at this moment, she was far from it.

He smiled, wicked and sexy and oh so cute. “You’re a good girl, Michaela.”

“I try.”

 “Tell me your darkest fantasy.”

Michaela lay flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling, her heart beating so fast she feared she’d pass out. Austin lay next to her, his breathing as accelerated as hers, and she bet his heart beat just as fast as well.

The minute she got home, he had attacked her, his hands shoving beneath her skirt, fingers sliding deep inside her pussy. He’d gotten her off right there in the doorway.  She’d exploded like a firecracker, coating his fingers with her cream and she’d watched, breathless as he licked them clean.

God, he was hot. After the fingering in the doorway, he’d led her to her bed, where they proceeded to go at it like two animals in heat. She felt like she was in heat. Always thinking about sex, when she would next get it, where she would get it, wondering if he thought the same thing.

He had to, if his doorway attack was something to consider.

“You want to know my darkest fantasy?”

“Definitely.” He reached for her hand, clasping it in his, interlocking their fingers.

She stared at their hands, the way his thumb stroked her, his long fingers curled around hers. This part, the after sex and connecting part, scared her. Thrilled her. Made her long for more, made her realize it would most likely not happen.

Confusion swirled within her but she wasn’t brave enough to ask. Not yet. It was too new, her emotions too raw and no way did she want to risk alienating him, let alone ruining the moment, the sex.

So she kept her mouth shut.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged one shoulder. “We’ve already touched on a few together.”

Austin turned to look at her, a slight smile on his face. “Really?”

“I’m pretty simple.”

“I don’t believe that.” His answer was quick.

“It’s true! I prefer the normal stuff.”

“You love it when I get—forceful with you.”

He was right. She loved it. She was a deviant. Her old boyfriend’s words echoed in her head. “You’re right. I do.”

Rolling over onto his side, he released her hand to reach out and trail his fingers across her stomach. It quivered beneath his touch. “You want more?”

Michaela didn’t know what to say. Could she come out and admit that she would love it if they participated in more of that play? She didn’t want him to take her to some sort of sex club and put her on display. Discipline and humiliate her in front of a crowd, that didn’t have any appeal.

But if Austin wanted to spank her, paddle her ass, use all sorts of toys on her? Her answer would be a resounding yes.

She wanted to trust him with this. She should trust him, he was one of her closest friends.

“Yes,” she admitted, her voice small. She rolled over onto her stomach, hiding her face from him, not wanting him to see her reaction.

“I can arrange that.” Again, he touched her, as if he couldn’t stop, his fingers stroking her ass, tracing the curve and slope.

A ringing sounded somewhere in the quiet of her bedroom and Austin sat up, ran a hand over his head. “That’s my cell.” She rolled back over and watched as he went to his jeans and pulled out his phone, answering it with a curt greeting.

Michaela observed him with curiosity, drinking in his nakedness, enjoying the view. He was beautiful, she couldn’t stop staring at him and when she heard the uncomfortable tone in his voice it drew her attention away from his body and more on what was happening.

He didn’t sound happy. His answers were short, curt and she wondered who was on the line.

“Who was that?” she asked when he hung up the phone. She knew she had no right asking since it wasn’t like she was his girlfriend or anything but she was curious.

“Brad.” The mood had been spoiled by the phone conversation, she could tell and she sat up, yanking the sheet so it covered her breasts.

“What did he want?”

Austin shook his head, waving a hand in a dismissive gesture. “He wanted to get together tonight, but I told him we had plans.”

“You told him about us?” She was stunned.

“Well, yeah.” He grabbed his pants and stepped into them, looking yummylicious with just the jeans on, still unbuttoned, and nothing else. “Since I’m sure he called looking for some sort of hookup.”

He’d just touched on something she really didn’t want to admit. The idea of watching him with another man aroused her like crazy. And the thought of being right there, watching them, participating in all of the action?

It sent her right over the edge.

“It’s not like we’re in a committed relationship, Austin…” She let her voice trail off, curious to see what his answer would be.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else.” He shut up, the words
right now
lingering in the air. “I definitely don’t want to be with Brad.”

“Well, if there are things I can’t satisfy I understand if you want to go to him…”

He rushed toward her, climbed right on top of her so that she had to lay back down, his face in hers. “I’m not interested in him or in anyone else. I’m interested in
you
.”

She pressed her lips together, the words she wanted to say nearly bursting from her throat. He was so close she could see the faint stubble shadowing his jaw, the thick black lashes that shaded his crystal clear blue eyes. He truly was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. It was unlawful for a man to be so gorgeous with so little effort.

And right now, he was all hers to do with as she pleased. So why would she want to bring in another person—a man for God’s sake—into the mix?

Because I’m a sexual deviant with a perverted mind and a flair for the sick and twisted.

Michaela pushed the thought out of her head, noticed the concerned light that flickered in Austin’s gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She shook her head, tried to push at him. He was solid as a brick wall. “I should take a shower.”

“Hold on.” He pressed down, trapping her on the bed. “You never did tell me your darkest fantasy.”

“You don’t want to know,” she mumbled, which really got his attention.

“Oh, hell yes I do. Tell me, Michaela.” He thrust his pelvis against her and she couldn’t believe it but he was already hard again.

The man was like a machine. A very well oiled, never wanted to stop type sex machine.

“You’ll think I’m gross.” She sounded like a little kid, the whining and the use of the word gross. He smiled, ran a hand over her head, and she told herself to relax. It was just Austin.

“I definitely won’t think you’re gross. In fact, I’ll probably like it. I know I’ll like it. So tell me. What do you want me to do to you?” He whispered those last words in her ear, making her shiver, making her wet.

Taking a deep breath, she decided to go for it. “I want to watch you be—intimate with another man. And maybe—maybe I could join in. What do you think?”

The words came out in such a slurred rush she wasn’t sure if Austin understood her. She waited, breathless, studied his expression as he absorbed what she just said.

“You’re serious.” He sounded skeptical, wary, and she wondered if she just blew it.

“Um, yeah?” Okay, this wasn’t going as planned. She hoped he would grin, tell her yes he could arrange that and maybe then kiss her senseless.

None of that was happening. In fact, he withdrew from her to sit on the edge of the bed, his back to her. Disappointment socked her in the gut and she closed her eyes, draped her arm over them.

He was quiet for so long she became even more nervous. What was he thinking? Was he coming up with a way to dump her? Tell her that maybe this wasn’t working out after all? Not that she could blame him. Her words must’ve been shocking and though he was a kinky guy with a healthy sexual appetite, maybe she’d pushed him over the edge.

Maybe he thought she was a desperate slut who wanted to get it on with a bunch of men at the same time. Which wasn’t what she was suggesting at all. She was curious to see Austin with another man. Thought it would be arousing to watch him touch a man, kiss him, suck his cock, fuck him…

Oh, she was so dirty she was becoming aroused just thinking about it.

“The thing is, Michaela,” Austin finally said, startling her from her thoughts. “I don’t like to share.”

She dropped her arm away from her face. “What?”

He turned to look at her, his eyes blazing. “I don’t like to share what I consider mine. And right now, I consider you mine. Do you want to share me?”

Oh. Not the reaction she’d expected at all. He considered her his? She should be offended. She wasn’t a piece of property, no one owned her. But the way he said it, the look in his eyes. Well, she had to admit, she found his possessiveness downright thrilling. Exciting. As if she wanted to belong to him and only him.

“I’m curious,” she admitted, chewing on her lower lip. “To see you with another man.”

“You’d like to watch.”

“And participate. Maybe. If you’ll have me.”

He smiled. “Baby, I’ll have you any way I can get you.”

Her heart warmed at his words, his smile. “Think about it.” She didn’t want to push, didn’t want him to make a decision now. “So what’s your darkest fantasy?”