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  He shrugged into his jacket and stared down at her. “No trouble at all.”

  She was unsure of her next move. Should she kiss him on the cheek? On the lips? Should she grab the lapels of his jacket and beg him to take her to bed?

  “Well, I guess I better get gone.” He made no move to kiss her, touch her. Instead, he walked to the door and Tessa resigned herself to another lonely night away from Jared.

  Jared’s mind screamed. All afternoon his hormones rampaged around his body, crying out for him to make a move, to take Tessa upstairs and fuck her brains out. He needed to be inside her. Like a junkie craving a fix, he’d driven by earlier, not knowing what to say, not caring if she knew the real reason for his visit.

  He needed to be with her. Not just sexually but any way he could.

  He’d come with a plan, to tell her…confess…ask…if he meant more to her than a business arrangement. He cared for her deeply. He wouldn’t admit love. He’d never been in love, wouldn’t admit even to himself he was falling in love with her.

  You couldn’t fall in love that easily.

  He’d opened up to her in a way he never had before. He’d talked of his father, of his childhood. It was a perfect opportunity to reveal his feelings. His plan had crumbled when she starting talking about her past.

  He couldn’t bring himself to admit his feelings. He wanted to protect her, spirit her away from the world and beat the asshole who hurt her into a pulp. She, however, showed no signs of having feelings for him. Sure, she listened, nodded at the appropriate points, but she was a therapist. It was ingrained in her nature.

  He always took his role as dominant seriously, but for him BDSM became a way to experience control and not commit. Many partners were looking for the same thing as him. He never hurt anyone emotionally. Sure, he’d found it unfulfilling. One of the many reasons he hadn’t taken a partner for so long.

  Maybe he was becoming too attached. Maybe he had been out of the game too long. Maybe with her it wasn’t a game.

  Tessa made him want to commit.

  Now he was about to leave. He didn’t want to, he wanted to stay. Not because of another lesson. He wanted it to be just them, not some damn business deal.

  She touched him, placed a delicate hand on his arm. He turned toward her, his heart slammed into his chest. He stared intently at her. He wanted her to ask. He wanted her to beg him to stay. To submit. To give in. He wanted her to ask for what she wanted. To ask her Master to fulfill her desire.

  Her eyes burned brightly with passion, hunger and lust. Lust for him. “Stay, please.”

  His pulse quickened, his heart pounded against his rib cage. Something inside him roared in triumph.

  Finally.

  His control snapped. Every thought he’d had of leaving shattered. The walls he’d constructed around himself melted. With two little words she stripped away his fears. There was no dominant and submissive, just Jared and Tessa. He needed to be inside her, to show her how he felt.

  Gathering her to him, he kissed her. He drank from her lips, telling her with his mouth all he could not say with words. He knew how hard it had been for her to ask, but she had. His Tessa had asked for what she desired. And what she desired was him.

  His tongue tangled with hers. He stroked into her mouth, mimicked the spearing movements he’d perform with his cock inside her pussy. He was going to fuck her hard and fast. He would take over her senses, make her forget everything but them. Him. Fuck her into needing him as much as he needed her.

  When she moaned, he trailed his lips to her ear, sucking on the lobe before whispering, “No stopping, Tessa. I’m gonna take, and you’re gonna give. You understand?”

  She nodded and he smiled, nudging her hair from her neck as he licked his way to her collarbone. He bit down sharply.

  The pain drew a gasp from her throat. Jared was on the attack. He wanted to make her body sing with pleasure. Her body hummed with every erotic caress, every stroke of his tongue against her heated skin. Gooseflesh rose, tickling his lips. She fisted her hands tightly in his hair. He smiled at her aggression and continued exploring her body.

  Mine. He wanted to possess her, mark her, claim her.

  Her nipples beaded, her breasts swelled into his touch. Her pussy throbbed with heat, searing his hand as she waited expectantly to be filled by something hot and hard. Her body ached with want, ached for him. Her responses made him feel wild and feral.

  “No stopping.” Blood pulsed around Jared’s body. All he wanted was to be inside her, have her wet pussy sliding against his cock over and over. But he wanted this time to be about her, a reward for her submission in asking him to stay.

  She hitched her legs around his waist and he palmed the backs of her thighs, supporting her weight. He dragged his tongue along her jawbone, nipping on her earlobe as her hands furiously pushed his jacket from his shoulders.

  He shrugged the material down to his elbows. When the jacket wouldn’t go any farther, he groaned, moved his hands from her thighs and shrugged it to the floor.

  She hooked her legs around him again. Her deft hands started on the buttons of his shirt. He stopped his assault on her body and watched.

  She couldn’t undo the buttons quick enough. A frown creased her brow and a low groan escaped from her throat. Jared smiled.

  Something flashed in her eyes, something dark and wild. His already-hard cock throbbed with excitement at her primitive need. Seconds later, she curled her hands in the material and ripped. The buttons scattered and dropped to the hardwood floor with tiny pings. They were immediately followed to the ground by the scraps of his shirt.

  She dropped her legs from his waist and ran her hands over his torso. The powerful muscles rippled, contracted at her touch. Tessa stared at Jared through hooded eyes and gave him a coy smile.

  Leaning forward, she swirled her tongue around one nipple. When he moaned, she caught the nub between her teeth and pulled. His moan turned into a sharp intake of breath, and she soothed the turgid bud with her tongue.

  His fingers wrapped in her hair and pulled. “You’re gonna pay for that, Tessa.”

  Lifting her gaze, she smiled, sweeping her tongue over her lips. “Really?”

  Dragging her mouth up to meet his, he stroked his tongue against hers and pushed her back against the door. Jared’s body throbbed with lust. This was a completely different side to her personality. She’d never been so playful. He liked it.

  He mirrored her movements and fisted his hands into the material of her shirt. He yanked and the buttons broke. He helped her slide out of the shirt, adding it to the growing pile of clothing.

  Tugging down her bra, tearing the flimsy material, he cupped her breasts, lifting them to meet his lips. As he swirled his tongue around the rosy buds, he watched her eyelids droop, her mouth go slack. He felt the sensation of pressure as her fingers curled onto his shoulders.

  Tessa tried to swallow and failed. Her mouth was parched. Her lips vibrated. They were raw and swollen from his kisses. Her whole body blazed with erotic heat, her skin sensitized to every small touch. Her skin burned with need.

  “Fuck.” She managed to choke out the word before her mind went blank.

  “Not yet.” His voice was heavy with lust. His tongue worked its way back to her breasts.

  “Now, Jared,” she growled back at him. Her hands roamed to the waistband of his jeans, unbuckled the belt. She grasped the zipper, eased it down and reached inside.

  Jesus Christ, she needed him. The sensitive flesh between her thighs throbbed as wildly as her pulse. She had an ache that only Jared being inside her could cure.

  Just as needy, Jared worked on the zipper of her slacks. When they pooled around her ankles, he roughly gripped her shoulders and turned her to face the door. Lifting her arms above her head, he slapped her palms against the wood and placed his own hands over hers.

  “Not yet.” He licked the skin just beneath her earlobe. She shuddered. “I love how you taste.” He buried hi
s nose in her hair and inhaled. “I love how you smell, like jasmine and vanilla.” Again, he nipped at her collarbone. “I need you, Tessa.” He fixed his lips onto the pulse beating in her neck and sucked.

  Tessa whimpered. Heat coursed through her, coiling in her pussy. One rational thought managed to slip through the haze. “No marks.”

  He smiled, the movement of his lips like featherlight kisses on her skin.

  “Mine, Tessa. I want people to know you’re mine.” His fingers linked with hers on the door. “Tell me what you want.”

  She turned her head slightly. As he leaned down, she passionately captured his lips. Their tongues dueled in a feral mating dance.

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Greedy, Tessa.” He sucked her skin between his teeth, inhaled her scent, imprinting it on his brain.

  So sweet. She tasted so fucking sweet.

  He sucked harder, leaving a mark on her delicate skin. Everyone would know she was his. She’d carry his brand. His cock twitched, throbbed. His balls tightened. He planned to tease, tempt her, take advantage of her playful side.

  A soft mewling sound escaped from her throat. He couldn’t wait any longer.

  Jared slammed into her from behind, his cock filling her to the hilt.

  For a moment, her world froze, the haze of desire lifted and everything swam sharply into focus. His breath tickling the nap of her neck, his strong, calloused fingers entwined with hers, their bodies joined.

  “Move.” It was more of an order than a plea, and she was surprised at how steady her voice sounded.

  He pulled out of her slowly, slowly, until only the tip of his cock remained inside. The featherlight stroke drove her crazy. It did nothing to ease the ache. Her pussy clenched, needing something more.

  Tessa clenched her teeth and growled. “Not like this.”

  He knew what she wanted. Tessa knew he needed the same thing, she could feel it in the fine sheen of sweat that covered his body, in the way his cock thrummed inside her. He was forcing her to ask.

  “How?”

  She licked her dry lips and turned away. She didn’t want him to see her blush. None of her other lovers had asked her to be so forthright with what she needed. Perhaps it was why sex hadn’t been enjoyable. Until now.

  “Rough. I want you to be rough.”

  His teeth bit down on the soft skin of her shoulder. He pushed back into her roughly, with enough force to slam her body against the door.

  They found a rhythm. Hard, fast, desperate. Each giving and taking. She matched his intensity, rocking her hips against his, riding his cock. Sweat dripped from his body onto hers. She didn’t care. All that mattered was the feel of his body.

  Jared drove inside her, stroking a delicate spot with the head of his cock, and she moaned. Still, it wasn’t enough friction.

  She swallowed hard. “Almost. Almost.”

  Tessa guided his hand between her thighs. As his nimble fingers worried her clit, her body tightened. Her pussy throbbed. The friction from his cock and his fingers was too intense. Dropping her head to her chest, she choked out his name. Her orgasm washed over her, and Tessa’s world went blank. Lights burst behind her eyes. She clenched around his shaft, drawing him. Moisture flooded her core, coating him in her juices.

  She continued to shudder around him, and Jared pumped into her a few more seconds, murmuring words of affection before he followed her over the edge. Hot jets of cum splashed against her womb. Her heart pounded. Her walls clamped around his cock, holding him inside. Her body refused to let him go. Tiny aftershocks of pleasure still zinged in her pussy, wrenching small mewling sounds from her throat.

  Jared slumped against her. Her pussy tightened around his cock, clenched and released, clenched and released. He managed to smile. Tessa was well and truly fucked. If he had the energy he might have teased her. But this wasn’t a time for teasing. His labored breathing matched hers, his heart beat wildly, pumping blood to his muscles. His body was alive in a way he’d never experienced before.

  He kissed her neck. “Maybe we should take this upstairs?”

  Chapter Seven

  “I want you to come to a special party with me.”

  Wrapped in Jared’s arms, Tessa nuzzled his bare chest. She lay cocooned in the afterglow of great sex. Her bed was warm and comfy, more so with Jared in it. Over the past week he’d shown her tons of sexually enticing delights. Just the thought of them made her body burn.

  She’d gone further than she thought possible. Jared pushed her body and chipped away at her boundaries. After she’d opened up, they’d grown closer. The more emotionally attached she’d become, the easier it was to submit. Jared was nothing like her preconceived notions of a Dominant. He allowed her freedom and still exerted control. She’d stopped overanalyzing and started enjoying their sexual encounters.

  “What kind of party?” She placed a tender kiss on his chest before propping up on one elbow to stare at his handsome face. It still floored her how devastating he looked when he smiled. Her heart never failed to miss a beat, and her nipples tightened to the point of pain.

  Tessa was falling in love. She didn’t want to think about what would happen in one week when their agreement ended.

  Their emotional connection had deepened as they discovered more about each other. She found herself thinking of him often outside the bedroom. At the store, she’d pick up an item of food he liked without thinking about it. She’d search Amazon and find a review of a book he might enjoy. It was more than sex.

  Although Jared hadn’t voiced his feelings, the arrangement was affecting him too. He spent every night in her bed, every morning at her breakfast table.

  She combed her fingers through the fine thatch of hair on his chest. She didn’t want to think about what would happen in two weeks, a month, six months. She didn’t know. For once she was living in the moment. Consequences be damned.

  “It’s a private party. Just a few people I know.” Jared ran his hand up and down her arm. “It’s a BDSM thing. Like I said, a private one, so it’s discreet.” He tilted her chin upward. “I want you to go as my slave.”

  If it was that simple, she wondered why he looked so serious. Being a slave had never appealed. It was one thing she’d tried to avoid, one reason she’d stayed away from the BDSM clubs. Yet his request sent shivers of excitement through her. His slave had a nice ring to it.

  “Why do I feel like there is a huge catch?”

  “It’s not as simple as it sounds. First real public outing. There are gonna be certain expectations of me, of us. I just don’t want you to feel pressured into something you’re not ready for.” He captured her hand and placed a tender kiss on her palm.

  Her body reacted to his touch. Jolts of electricity surged from the nerve endings in her fingertips down to her toes. Her body heated. Her heart did a strange flip-flopping beat. She was falling for Jared Campbell big-time. Sure, Dominants and submissives could have loving relationships but this was…more.

  “It’s okay, Jared. I know I’m supposed to act like a good little submissive.” She rolled on top of him, straddling his waist. “And I promise I will.” She made a cross sign over her heart. “Scout’s honor.”

  “You were never a scout. Not even a Girl Scout.”

  Tessa batted her eyelashes. “And how would you know?”

  “Because I know you, Dr. Connolly.” He captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

  A few weeks ago, Jared asking her to be his slave would have resulted in a huge argument, one involving broken dishes and raised voices. Now things had changed. She no longer experienced feelings of fear and insubordination. Tessa knew she was his equal in every way that mattered. She knew he valued her as an intelligent, independent woman.

  He had taught her sexual submission could be completely different from a 24/7 relationship. If he wanted her to be his slave at a party, if he wanted to be with her in public, she could do nothing but agree. She found the whole idea exciting.

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bsp; “You know, I actually kind of like the idea of being a slave. You telling me what to say, what to do, what to eat. Like that scene from Secretary. You know—four peas, one scoop of mashed potatoes, as much ice cream as I can stomach.” A shiver of desire ran down her spine and made her pussy pulse. “Forcing me to worship your cock in front of an audience.”

  He grabbed her hips, jerking her forward, and she yelped. She fell on top of him and he flipped them over, changing their position so he was in the dominant spot. On top.

  “You are such a dirty girl. But that’s not what you need. I know exactly what you need, when you need it.”

  Naked hips brushed against hers. She could feel his cock harden. Her pussy heated and moisture slithered between her thighs.

  “I know when you want to be restrained. I know when you need to come. I know when you need for me to fuck your pretty, tight, wet pussy.” Jared punctuated each statement with an erotic slide of his hips.

  Skin still slick from previous mind-blowing sex sessions, they slid together easily. The head of his cock brushed against her clit, adding a delicious amount of friction. He pinned her wrists to the bed and thrust deep inside her throbbing sheath. His cock was hard and hot inside her pussy. He stretched her inner walls. The feeling of fullness was mouthwatering.

  Tessa groaned, raising her hips to meet his. He added just the right amount of pressure on her wrists. Teetering on the edge of the pleasure-pain threshold only excited her more. Jared was right—he knew her needs more thoroughly than she knew herself. Surprisingly, it worked both ways. She knew how to touch him, how to arouse him to the point of pain, but she also knew how to make him laugh, how to soothe him. Surely that constituted something more than a business arrangement?

  He thrust into her with long, drawn-out strokes. Her body burned. Her nipples were tight little pebbles. His chest rubbed against them, abrading the delicate skin, causing frissons of pain to course through her. She gasped. His leisurely pace shattered her concentration. It was amazing how he could do that.