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Heat flooded her and she glared at him. “No one tells me—”

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Drew took her hand off his and had it on his firm erection before she could finish her sentence. He returned his hand to her nipple and twisted them both hard again and she held back a cry of surprise and pain.

A wild sensation tore through her, as if she’d been shocked, followed by a chill.

After a stunned second, anger rose like a heat wave.

Well,
two
can play the squeeze-and-tease
game.

Her gaze locked with his and she squeezed his erection, running her fingers along the length of it.
Good God, he’s big.
She brought her fingers all the way down to his balls and cupped them firmly, her eyes still meeting his. It would be so easy to squeeze them and bring him to his knees.

He didn’t look in the least bit concerned. Instead, his eyes grew smokier, his gaze more intense. She could picture him laying her back on the bench and fucking her, that big cock driving in and out…

Sarah thought she was melting, as if he was casting some kind of spell on her. He moved one of his hands to cup her pussy and her hold on his balls faltered. The material between her thighs was moist and grew wetter as he rubbed his fingers up and down the stretchy material covering her folds.

Almost without thought, she began stroking the length of his cock faster and faster.

His fingers matched her rhythm, and she felt herself actually climbing closer to orgasm by him touching her through her clothing.

He slid his other hand up to the back of her head, cupped it and took her mouth in such a hard kiss he stole her breath. He smelled of the outdoors and testosterone—a combination that added to the lust building within her. And his taste, sweet like he’d just drank a soda pop, yet all male.

Vaguely she was aware that she had totally lost control over the situation. Drew was mastering her, dominating her. It set her body on fire. She’d never felt this way.

Ever.

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And she wanted more.

His mouth commanded hers. His tongue thrust inside her mouth, exploring, claiming. She cried out as he bit her lip hard—she’d never felt anything so erotic. He sucked her tongue into his mouth as he continued to rub his fingers against her clit through her shorts.

Dizzy. She was dizzy from his kiss. Out of control and flying—soaring higher and higher. Her body hummed and her body raced toward her climax—

Drew stopped.

He pulled away from their kiss and took his hand from her pussy. He still cupped the back of her head and studied her with his intense brown eyes.

“Why—” She blinked and shook her head to try to shake some sense back into herself. “Why the hell did you stop?”

His expression was dark, smoldering. “You have to wait for your orgasm. Until you’ve earned it.”

“Until I—
what
?” She tried to jerk away from where his hand cupped the back of her head but he gripped the twist in her hair. When she attempted to draw back, the movement yanked her hair at her skull and she ended up with tears pricking the back of her eyes from the pain. “Let go of me, you sonofabitch,” she hissed in her best ice-witch voice.

Drew’s look only became darker, as if he was displeased with her. Somehow, disappointing him made her feel contrite and she had the insane desire to do something that would please him.

What the
fuck
is the matter with me?

“Sarah,” he said in a flat, almost angry tone, “if you want to play, we play my way.”

She blinked. He’d taken her by surprise again. “Play?” What did he mean by
play
?

Without even looking to see if anyone was near the small window in the door, Drew jerked her workout top up and over her breasts. The top had a built-in bra, so 12

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when he raised it, he completely bared her. She had no time to react before his hot mouth was licking and sucking one of her nipples. He kept her head cupped in one hand while bringing his other back to her pussy, which he began rubbing in earnest.

She gasped at the feel of his mouth on her nipple and his hand on her pussy. When he moved his mouth to her other nub, her now bare, wet nipple felt cool in the room, but she was on fire inside. She grasped her hands in his hair as he suckled. “God, Drew—”

“Don’t climax unless I allow it, Sarah.” He rubbed her clit harder and licked her nipple in between words. “Do you understand?”

“I—” She started to respond, but he brought his mouth to hers in another hard kiss.

Her nipples, wet from his mouth, were smashed against his chest as he kept his grip on her hair twist and rubbed her clit.

Dizzy. Christ, she was dizzy again. And flying. Why did she feel like she was soaring?

Who the hell cares? Go with it, Sarah.

She was actually whimpering. Her.
Whimpering
. A dominating, commanding, controlling sonofabitch was taking her to heights she’d never been to. Making her want things she’d never wanted before.

But who the hell was he to say when she was allowed to come? What did he think he would do if she climaxed without his so-called permission?

Another whimper rose up within her that she couldn’t hold back as he kissed her literally senseless. Her bare nipples rasped against his T-shirt and he was rubbing her clit harder, faster, rougher and she knew she was about to lose it. Her thighs began to vibrate and her moans grew louder as she prepared to come.

She was at the edge. Ready to tip over.

He stopped.

Again.

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The bastard
stopped
.

Her breathing was heavy as he pulled his hand away from her pussy and broke their kiss. Heat flushed every part of her and she wanted to punch him. She was so on edge, so close to coming that she wanted to scream.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Sarah?” He gripped her hair twist tighter. “Do you want my cock inside you?”

She should have said no. All of this was wrong.
She
was supposed to be in control.

She was
always
in control. No man could ever dominate her—it was something she
never
allowed.

But what came out of her mouth was, “
Yes
. I want you to fuck me.”

Drew gave her a long, hard look. “When you’ve earned the right.”

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Drew almost smiled at the look of outrage on Sarah’s features. She’d been having a hard time forming complete sentences since he’d taken control of her and now was no exception.

Her face flushed and she reached up to jerk down her cropped top. He grabbed both of her wrists in one of his hands, forcing her to stop. He still had a hold on her pinned-up hair, keeping her from moving her head. To his amusement and arousal, even her breasts grew pink when she was angry.

She struggled against his hold. “I could scream.”

“You could.” He shrugged one shoulder. “But you don’t want to.”

“You arrogant sonof—”

To shut her up again, he jerked her head toward him and kissed her. She fought against him at first and then she as good as melted, becoming pliable, soft, but kissing him back with her own intensity. She made the cutest little mewling sounds when he kissed her, and she tasted of mint and feminine fire.

This time when Drew broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, he saw her surrender and knew he’d won—this round.

She licked her lips, as if tasting his kiss.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Sarah?” He kept his hold on her wrists, preparing her for the kind of play he intended to continue past this moment.

She hesitated but then raised her chin, spirit flashing in her eyes. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” First things first. Still holding her hair and her wrists, he pulled her up to a standing position so that they were both straddling the bench. “Come here,” he 15

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ordered her as he backed them away from the bench and were standing in an open space.

He pushed down on her head and pulled her wrists in the same direction, forcing her to kneel in front of him. Then he held her wrists over her head, forcing her naked breasts to jut out.

“If you want to fuck,” he said, “the first thing you’re going to do is take my cock into that sassy mouth of yours.”

She looked at him with incredulity and tried to stand, but he kept his hand fully on her head, forcing her to stay down. “Drew…” she said in what sounded like a warning tone.

Drew grasped her hair and tugged her head back so that she was looking directly at him. “If you want me to fuck you, then you do as I command. That’s how this works, Sarah.”

She opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “Someone might walk in on us.”

“We have the room reserved for an hour.” He smiled, knowing he had her now.

“It’s all ours.”

“But the door doesn’t lock.” She glanced up at the big clock on the wall. “And we only have another thirty minutes.”

“Doesn’t the thought give you a thrill?” His voice was low, husky with his need for her. She didn’t even seem to realize he’d let go of her head. “The fear of getting caught?”

By her hardened nipples and the look of lust on her features, he knew he was right.

She couldn’t deny she wanted what he was offering. He wasn’t forcing her to do anything that she ultimately didn’t desire—if she insisted she’d have nothing to do with him, he would stop their play in a heartbeat. But she’d admitted she wanted him to fuck her. And she was going to have to earn it.

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Now that his hand was free because he’d let go of her hair, he pulled down the front of his gym shorts and exposed his cock, right in front of Sarah’s face.

“You’re so big…” She tried tugging her hands from his hold on her wrists, but he didn’t allow her to. He kept her arms high over her head. Being his captive was all part of what he had planned for her.

By the breathless tone of her voice, there was no doubt she was his. “Let me fuck your mouth, Sarah.”

She hesitated then parted her lips. Drew barely restrained a groan as he felt the heat of her mouth slide over the head of his erection. It about blew his mind when she applied deep suction and moved her tongue from side to side. He began moving his hips, being careful to not go too deep, but deep enough that he thought his balls were going to explode.

Sarah made soft little moaning sounds as she began going down on him in earnest.

Shit.
If he let her at it much longer, he wasn’t going to last. He focused on holding back his own pleasure, knowing that it would be all that much sweeter when he did come inside her.

When the need to come was beyond painful, he forced her to stop.

As she looked up at him, her chest rose and fell with her heightened breathing and her face was still flushed light pink, a fine sheen of perspiration on her skin. The tough corporate executive wanted him bad enough that she was turning control over to him.

“Fuck me now, Drew.” She tried to stand, but he put his hand on her head to keep her down.

“You don’t give the commands here, Sarah.” He caught her hair again and held the tight knot at the back of her head. “For once in your life, you’re not the boss. To get that through your pretty head, I’m going to have to punish you.”

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“
What
?” To begin with, Sarah couldn’t believe she was allowing this man to keep her on her knees and insist on her sucking his cock before he’d take her. But now he was talking about some kind of punishment, like he was into some kind of freaking BDSM?

“Oh no.” She tried to shake her head. “You’re into bondage and shit, aren’t you?”

“You’re catching on.” He gave what looked like a tolerant smile. “You’ve been fighting me every step of the way, and you tried to tell me what to do. I’m going to turn you over my lap and give you the spanking of your life.”

Despite the fact that they were on a whole new level she hadn’t expected, and never dreamed she’d be on the receiving end of it, her body raged, ready to obey whatever he asked of her. She had to come so bad that she wanted to scream with the power of her frustration.

“I’m not into pain.” It was pissing her off that he wouldn’t let her stand, but at the same time turning her on staring at that big cock that she wanted inside her so bad.

Drew’s eyes were dark, threatening but not. “By the time I’m ready to fuck you, you’ll be into pain, Sarah. Overcome with it. Wrapped and stroked in it until you feel so much, so good, so perfect, you’ll come the moment I tell you to.”

Sarah shivered at the sensual promise in his voice. In the next moment he was drawing her to her feet, her wrists still over her head. The fact that her breasts were bared and his cock was out of his shorts had the effect of making her knees weak. This whole situation was almost surreal. She felt outside of herself, in a delicious, abandoned sort of way.

He sat on the bench they’d vacated earlier and had her over his lap, her wrists pinned behind her back so fast her head spun. She hadn’t even caught her breath before he jerked down her shorts, exposing her bare flesh, and his hand landed hard on her ass.

“
Ow!
You sonofabitch!” She struggled but he spanked her again, and she let out another shout.

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“Not another sound or you’ll get double the punishment.” He rubbed his palm over her burning ass and a strange sort of pleasure went straight to her pussy. “It’s going to be so good when I fuck you, Sarah, you won’t be able to see straight.”

“Or sit,” she mumbled, and then wondered what the hell she was thinking. She was going to go through with this?

Oh hell. They’d gone this far, and she was so close to having that thick cock inside of her. Right now it was pressing against her belly as she lay across his lap and she was so damn wet she was slick between her thighs.

She gritted her teeth and held back another shout as his hand landed on her ass again and again. Gone was the corporate CEO who ate powerful men for breakfast. In her place was a woman dying to do anything to get fucked—and for some dumb-ass reason, wanting to please the dominating, controlling man who was now spanking her.