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His slick hands drifted down my body, pulling me close to him. I leaned against his muscular chest, enjoying the sensation of his large hands cupping my hips. Slowly, one hand slid down, cupping an ass cheek, kneading it then pulling it away from the other cheek before he probed the cleft.

I tensed. No one had fucked me there, and I wasn’t so sure I wanted Jayson there either. Strike that. I knew I didn’t want him there. He ignored my stiffness and ran his fingertips up and down the crack. He stopped once to get his hand soapy then resumed his stroking, up and down, up and down, until made me feel trearI started to relax against him.

He kissed my shoulder while he played then moved his mouth along my neck and up to my ear. “This is mine, too,” he whispered.

His finger circled the tight opening, and I fought against tensing. I’d told him I’d never had anyone there, and it was true. I’d never even been touched there by anyone else. I closed my eyes and dropped my head to lean against his chest. Fighting this wouldn’t go over well with him, even if it was out of my comfort zone.

I took deep breaths as he probed the tender flesh with his soapy finger, and all at once, his fingertip popped inside. I couldn’t help my gasp though I’d known it was coming. There was a slight pinch, then… A dark pleasure filled me. It was so unlike when he played with my pussy. I clung to his shoulders, my face pressed to his sternum while he worked that long, thick digit in and out of me.

“I want this to be my cock, making this hole mine, too,” he said, adding another finger. I wasn’t sure I could take much more.

“It is yours,” I choked out. “No one’s had their finger inside me there—their finger or anything else.”

“Good,” he fairly growled.

My body clenched in reaction to the possessive tone, and I groaned at the lightning that lashed through me and singed my nerve endings. Against my better judgment, I found myself working in time with his hand and somehow enjoying the feeling of those fingers filling me, Tension built inside me, but I wasn’t sure I’d actually come. It felt different, darker, than my usual climax.

“I knew you’d like this,” he said.

I wasn’t sure I did, but I couldn’t stop reaching for the pleasure.

He lifted my chin with his other hand. “Tomorrow,” he promised against my lips, “I’ll start you on a plug to open these muscles.”

Before I could protest, he kissed me and I felt him moving. My feet shuffled as I went with him. For a moment, I was pressed to a wall, trapped between his hard body, the tile and his ever-driving fingers. His tongue thrust into my mouth, exploring every part of it—dare I say, claiming every part. Each move he made seemed designed to prove I was his. His slave.

Suddenly, he turned me and I found myself belly down over a wide shelf. Jayson kicked apart my feet and his hand splayed on my lower back. His cock shoved deep inside me while his fingers continued their relentless thrusts. I cried out, overwhelmed as he fucked both holes and made me feel as if I had two cocks inside me rather than one.

“That’s right, slave,” he growled. “Take it. See who your Master is.”

“You are,” I cried. Right now, he was. I do anything he wanted just to have the pleasure he gave me.

Chapter Six

I followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen, still wrapped up in what had happened last night. Jayson hadn’t come in the shower. After my orgasm, he’d been sure I was thoroughly clean then stood me next to the enclosure and dried me with a fluffy towel until I’d been sure I would go mad. His cock had stood at full attention the whole time, full, thick and long. I’d wanted to take him in my mouth again, but he’d had other plans. Quietly, he’d led me to his bed and pulled me into its soft blankets. Turning on his back, he’d pulled me over him to ride him. Slowly.

That too was like nothing I’d experienced. His cock deep in me. Me barely moving. I didn’t understand the concept of tantric sex, but in my head, it had to be something like this. There was nothing in the world besides that softly lit room and the two of us staring into one another’s eyes while we rocked ever so gently.

For the moment, I’d forgotten about everything, my life, my husband, the party. Then I’d braced my hands on Jayson’s chest, and I’d seen the glint of gold. I’d frozen, and it was as if a bucket of ice water had doused me. I was married, and I was fucking another man! I’d vowed to cleave only to Tom but here I was letting another man
cleave
my cunt.

A tear had rolled down my cheek as I’d stared at that plain ring on my left hand.

“What is it?” Jayson had asked then he’d followed my gaze to where my hand rested on his pec, slightly curled into the muscle. He lifted my fingers and frowned. “He’s nothing, Malory.” With that, he’d slipped off the ring I’d worn for ten years and lobbed it into the trashcan as if it were just that. Trash. The gold made a hollow sound as it spun to a rest inside the container, and I felt it inside myself, inside the hollowness that had built these last years.

Jayson had turned me then and proceeded to nail me into the bed with his frenzied drives. It was as if he thought he could erase everything but him. I’d let him think he’d been successful while I responded to him and cried out his name, coming once again.

I smiled as I drew closer to the kitchen now. Really, it was a wonder I could walk at all this morning. Jayson was insatiable. He’d let me sleep for short spells, and being locked in his arms, spooned to his body was heaven, then he’d wake me again and fuck me some more. If I really were his—which I wasn’t—I’d have to sleep some while he was at the office or I’d be a zombie in no time. I chuckled to myself. I’d be a sex zombie, living only when I had his cock.Xd’ing my

It wasn’t until I was walking through the doorway, thinking how much I needed the coffee I smelled, that I realized there were two voices in the room.

“Malory,” Jayson said warmly, and it was too late for me to retreat. I was just glad I’d slipped into the thick satin robe he’d left for me. He drew me close to his side. “Mrs. Fitch, this is my fiancée, Malory. She just agreed to be mine last night.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” I greeted her, confused by Jason’s words. Maybe, he was trying to save face with this grandmotherly woman. Judging from her apron and the cloth in her hand, I supposed she was his housekeeper. I also figured she didn’t know Jayson’s proclivities or what kind of party he’d had last night.

“Oh finally! I’m so glad to meet you,” Mrs. Fitch gushed. “Mr. Jayson’s been telling me about you and I’m so glad he has such a sweet girl in his life. He’s a wonderful man and deserves someone equally wonderful at his side.”

I blushed. Yep. She knew nothing about Jayson’s darker side. I wondered if there were parts of the house she didn’t clean. There were things in Jayson’s office that would make his lifestyle clear.

“Baby, you forgot your ring down here last night,” he murmured. “When she said yes, things, um, got out of control,” he said to Mrs. Fitch, smoothly lying.

Before I had a chance to contradict him, he slipped his hand into his pocket. The wide band he withdrew was quickly pushed onto my finger. I stared at it, wondering what the fuck was happening. Last night was last night. I wasn’t going back to Tom, but I wasn’t becoming Jayson’s love slave either. He’d certainly never mentioned marriage, and even if he had, I was still married to Tom. The large diamond winked at me as if to remind me that if I just laid back and spread my legs for Jayson, I could have anything I wanted.

Except freedom.

Except the respect of my partner.

Except a say in what happened to me.

I didn’t say anything. Quietly, I turned from him and sat down then added cream to the coffee the housekeeper had slid before me. Nervously, I worried my lip. I didn’t have clothes—I had no doubt Jayson’s office would be locked. I didn’t have my purse or cash. I didn’t have transportation. When I’d looked out the window this morning, it had been clear we’d gotten at least six inches of snow.

I was stranded here.

A prisoner.

I swallowed and fought back a shiver. The frenzy from last night had worn off, and now, I was scared.

“Are you okay?” Jayson asked shrewdly. Of course, he’d notice my panic. He was a lawyer, and a good one, too. He was trained to notice body language.

“Mm-hmm,” I said. I lifted the cup to my lips. The ring glinted, driving a knife through my heart. “Not a morning person.”

He smiled, and I could tell he didn’t believe me. “We’ll have to work on that.”

Right.

“Mrs. Fitch, will you excuse us?” Jayson suddenly asked. He took the cup from my hands and pulled me from the chair I’d just taken. “Malory and I need to talk before I go to work.”_Heading {
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“Of course, sir,” she laughed. “I expect you love birds will need a lot of alone time. You just tell this old gal when to buzz off.”

“You know I’d never do that,” he laughed then he guided me into the corridor. His jovial expression grew serious, so serious I worried for my safety. But surely I’d be okay. His help knew I was here.

The tension had grown thick between us by the time we entered his study, and I shuddered at the familiar room. So much had happened here. I hadn’t been a virgin, but I
had
lost my innocence here.

“Tell me,” he ordered when the door shut.

“What is this?” I demanded, waving my hand.

He crossed his arms, his amusement clear. “An engagement ring.”

“And it’s stunning,” I replied dryly. “But why is it on my finger? I’m married.”

“Not for long.”

“True enough. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.”

“I seem to remember you screaming that you were mine quite frequently last night. The evidence speaks for itself.”

“That was sex!” I sputtered.

“No, baby, that was a binding contract. You’re mine. Get over it.”

Get over it? Was he fucking kidding?

He guided me from the room as if he hadn’t just said the stupidest thing ever. Screaming something during sex was
not
a contract. If it was, there’d be way too many men with god-status. And I was
not
his and I would
not
get over it. As soon as I could I was leaving here. I couldn’t stay with Tom, but I could go to my mother’s home in Oregon, just about a country away from here. I worked online, which meant I could work anywhere.

Jayson led me to the steps with a hand at the small of my back. “Like I said before, I have to go into the office today. I wish I didn’t. I’ll try to get away early tonight—probably late afternoon—so we can spend some time together.”

“Okay,” I mumbled, letting him take me up the stairs. It was the last time I’d be so compliant. “What am I supposed to do all day?” I asked, as if I’d be doing anything other than busting out of here. I liked Jayson, I liked his cock, and I really liked what he did to me and how he made me feel. And I liked how I got mushy inside when he got all dominate and owned me. I craved being possessed by a man. I needed to be desired above all things. But this, this situation with him,
this
was messed up.

“Sleep.” He grinned, obviously amused. “I have big plans for that body today.”

I soon learned his “plans” started that morning. As soon as we got to his room, he dragged me to the bed and bent me over it. “Stay there,” he commanded. He slipped up my robe, baring my ass, then pushed apart my feet.

He left me there to go to the closet. I didn’t move. I didn’t even watch him go. Closing my eyes, I waited with my cheek to the mattress. I needed to be comp;
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I opened my eyes when I felt something placed on the bed. He’d brought back a dark-wood case, with two latches on the front. I smelled the varnish from the box as he flipped up the gold-toned closures then opened the lid. Inside were an array of shafts varying in size and running from smallest to largest, right to left. I wasn’t so uninformed that I didn’t know what they were. Plugs. He’d promised to train my ass, and he was making good on it.

The thrumming started in my clit once again, because my body didn’t know any better. It just wanted Jayson using it again. Over and over. Once he touched me, I’d have to work hard to keep my head.

I moaned quietly when he stroked me, his well-lubed fingers sliding over my anus then working their way inside.

“I can’t wait until you can take my cock,” he groaned, his thrusts a little rougher as he grew excited. “You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped. I did. I really did, but that didn’t mean I’d let him fuck me there. Also…I wouldn’t be here.

“Whose ass is this?” he demanded.

Oh God… I turned my face into the arm curled under me. I knew what he wanted.

“Whose?” he grated.

“Yours,” I cried, signing that verbal contract once more.
Yes,
my inner voice screamed.
Yes, you’re his. Stop being stupid and let him own you.

“Whose?”

“Yours, Master. It’s yours.”

“Exactly.”

I felt him pull his fingers free then something cool and smooth pressed to my opening. Slowly, he pushed in the plug until it was seated inside me. The sensation was so erotic to me, a quiver rolled through my puss"P_Body_Text_F

Chapter Seven

I didn’t hear Jayson leave the house. The place was big and built sturdy enough that the sounds from the first floor didn’t drift up to his bedroom. Neither did the sound of the expensive foreign car I knew he drove leaving the garage. Since he’d said he had to go to work and Tom had often complained that Jayson usually arrived to the office before the others who arrived at eight, I knew he must have gone.

I lay in the bed for awhile, assailed by guilt brought on by his tender departure. Contrarily, I tried to think of friends I could have rescue me, but I couldn’t think of one I’d trust with this. Over the past years, everyone had become “our” friends. I didn’t have a single girlfriend I could call—part of the peril of working at home. I didn’t get a lot of interaction anymore.