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  I took in the glamourous décor as we made our way back down the grandeur of the staircase, wondering what it must feel like to live in a place like this. While I inspected his home, I also felt the strange ache between my legs that reminded me of what I’d done. I knew that I deserved a swift kick in the ass for letting myself go through with this.

  The kitchen, like the rest of the house, was unbelievable. It looked like something you’d see in an upscale restaurant, with every gadget you could imagine wanting to work with. A long breakfast bar stretched over the expanse, and he held out a stylish high rise chair at it. “I’m going to make some coffee, would you like a cup?”

  I nodded, still not sure how to talk to him or even what we had to talk about. We obviously came from two different worlds. Watching him work the bean grinder of his coffee maker, I enjoyed the simple action because a man in a kitchen was somewhat of a turn on. He obviously knew what he was doing because a few minutes later, he sat two steaming hot cups of coffee down on the island bar.

  “Cream or sugar?” Having him waiting on me seemed out of place and I couldn’t stop the grin from forming as I nodded. “That’s beautiful, baby, I like you smiling.” He turned away and pulled a silver container out of the refrigerator that I assumed was the milk, since he grabbed it and a small sugar bowl, placing them in front of me.

  I focused on doctoring my coffee when he sat down beside me, because I still didn’t know what to say to him. When I fixed it the way I enjoyed and took a deep sip, I fell in love with his brew station. “This is really good.” I was a coffee fanatic and that was putting it lightly.

  He shrugged at my compliment and drank his beverage while studying me. “So, how were you still a virgin?” His hands cupped the mug and my thoughts went completely down the wrong path, wondering how it would feel to have those hands cupping my breasts again.

  Trying not to let my need show, I focused on my drink. “I don’t know. Never really wanted to take that leap before.” Why my libido kicked in with him made no sense to me, so I certainly couldn’t explain it.

  “How old are you?” The intensity in those sexy blue eyes went up a notch and I couldn’t hold his stare.

  “Twenty-One, but I have a birthday next week.” I could only assume he might be worried I was underage since the relief that filled his face was clearly visible.

  “Have you had sex with women?” He asked the question casually, and I felt like he was trying to read me.

  “No. Just because I haven’t jumped into bed with men doesn’t mean I’m a lesbian.” I rolled my eyes at his question and wondered if all men thought the same thing.

  “Don’t get defensive. You won’t like me in that mood. I’m just trying to understand you better.”

  His tone wasn’t threatening, which made his words seem even more profound. For reasons I couldn’t contemplate, I believed what he said. The bitchy attitude I felt rising simmered down almost instantly. It was a rare thing for me to not rebel against anyone trying to assert authority. “I’m not that interesting.”

  “Something tells me you are, but since you obviously believe that I won’t hold it against you.” The smirk on his face made me think he was joking, but something in his words rang true.

  “And how would you hold something against me?” Feeling a little braver now that we were having an actual conversation, my lips upturned in a smirk of my own.

  “Let’s just say if you were mine, I’d reddened that sexy little ass of yours and make you think twice about talking negatively about yourself.” He took another drink of his coffee, while holding my gaze, and again I got the feeling he was studying me, waiting for a reaction.

  His words shocked me, and I wondered for a brief second what it will feel like to have him spank me. The thought was wicked in itself because I never considered myself to have any sexual perversions. “I guess it’s a good thing I’m not yours then.” I played off his comment like it was a joke, not knowing what else to do.

  He didn’t seem impressed as I laughed softly and if anything his stare became more intense. “Perhaps you should consider the notion. I could teach you so much, and it’s apparent you need someone to show you just how valuable you are.”

  He couldn’t have surprised me more if he’d taken me over his knee in that moment. I put my coffee cup down on the counter when my hands shook so badly I was afraid of the mess it would make. “Is that your thing? You like controlling women?” He didn’t seem like a sadist, but what did I really know about this guy?

  “Controlling?” He chuckled deeply and gave a brief negative shake of his head. “I guess you could say I like controlling, but owning would fit the definition better.”

  “How can you own a woman? The last I heard slavery was illegal.” Rolling my eyes at his outrageous statement, I wasn’t finding his sense of humor very funny.

  “If you roll your eyes again, I can promise you won’t enjoy the aftermath. Owning a person may not be legal in the eyes of the court, but if two people make a binding agreement, then it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.”

  For a moment, I wanted to test his theory about what he’d do if I rolled my eyes again, but the look he was giving me promised retribution if I did. Since I didn’t know him well enough to test that limit, I forced myself not to be the smartass I was dying to be. “So what, then? You want a woman who agrees to do whatever you say, and basically be like your pet?”

  “I like the way you phrased that. Pet would fit perfectly into what I expect from a woman who belonged to me. She would be pampered like a queen, but expected to be obedient.”

  He had to be joking. Didn’t he? “So, if she doesn’t fall into line, you what? Pop her with a newspaper, lock her in a kennel, or wait, I have it, take away her treats?” I couldn’t stop the laughter that spilled out of my mouth at the image, it tickled my funny bone in the worst way.

  “You find that funny, do you?” Seth smiled at me as I tried to control my laughter, and the look in his eyes should have given me warning of what was to come, but I obviously missed it.

  “Well, yeah, I kind of do.” Again the burst of laughter fell forth and I almost tinkled my pants.

  “Remember when you got here I said you were entering the lion’s den?” His words didn’t register until he lifted me out of my chair, draping me over his lap faster than I could catch my breath. The first downward stroke of his opened hand on my covered ass took all the humor from the situation.

  I stiffened in astonishment at the sharp sting through the thin fabric of my shorts, and was completely unprepared when that hand reigned down again in quick, hard slaps. Shocked at his action, I didn’t move an inch, frozen as he massaged the area he’d just opened fire on. When his hand slid under the elastic waist band of my shorts, moved over my ass and in between my legs to finger my sex, I gasped.

  “The thing is, kitten, I like making you purr.” To accentuate his words, he rubbed his finger over my clit repeatedly. “I also like making you show a little respect.”

  My need drenched his finger as he continued the caress and I felt my core clench on the edge of release, right before he withdrew his hand. Throbbing, held so close to finding pleasure, that large hand of his came down on my ass again and again, until I cried out from the sting. He slid his hand back inside my shorts, bringing me to the pinnacle of release, stopping before I actually found it.

  “I guess the question is, are you willing to give me what I need in order to get what I promise will be the best sex of your life?” He lifted me off his lap, leaving my body aching. He sat me back in my chair and began sipping his coffee like he hadn’t just blown my mind.

  I crossed my legs in discomfort, not really thinking about the slight sting of my ass. I can definitely say I’d never been so aware of my body before. Part of me wanted to slap him for leaving me so unfulfilled, while the other wanted to beg him to finish what he started. I did neither as I sat there confused as hell about what had just happened.

  “I’ve giv
en you something to think about.” It wasn’t a question, and that rich as molasses voice of his didn’t make my need lessen any.

  “You’re a jerk.” I didn’t raise my voice or have any inflection in my tone. The truth was I was so far out of my comfort zone I didn’t know what to do.

  “I can be, but I can also be a generous lover who knows just what your body needs to be satisfied.”

  The way he sat there, looking so calm as he admitted to a fault and expounded on his ego should have enraged me. Instead I think it turned me on even more. “Egotistical, too.” Maybe a small part of me hoped by calling him out he’d show me a little more. I’m not saying I wanted that, but I might have been curious.

  “There’s no ego involved. You’re easy to read and since you obviously haven’t had much sexual experience, pleasing you wouldn’t be hard.” He stood up and took his coffee cup over to the sink, washed it out and placed it in the dishwasher. “All you have to do is ask me permission.” He crossed his well-defined arms over his chest and stood there without speaking, just looking at me.

  The man had lost his ever-loving mind if he thought I was going to ask him to pleasure me. Just because my panties were drenched, and I had this almost unbearable ache between my legs, that surely didn’t mean I’d beg him for release. Climbing to my feet I walked over to the sink and followed his earlier actions, then stood back defiantly refusing to say anything else.

  “Kitten you have no idea how much fun I’d have breaking you.” His hand shot out and I tensed, not knowing what he intended until it cupped my sex. “Your tight little pussy is begging to be filled right now, isn’t it?”

  His hand pressed against the place throbbing in need wasn’t helping my resolve, but still I didn’t want to give in to his crazy idea. My body had a different plan as my hips lifted to press against the pressure of his palm. He fed that need by using his knuckle to rub over my clit with firm resolve. “Your choice, kitten.”

  “Please.” I didn’t even recognized the simpering whine that came from my mouth as need overcame sanity. All I knew was that his touch wasn’t enough to give me what I wanted and I hated the ache left in its wake.

  “Please, what?” He pressed his knuckle firmly against my sex through my shorts, and rubbed back and forth quickly.

  “I want you.” Pride be damned. If he wanted me to ask for it, then screw it I would.

  “That’s a good start, kitten, real good. Take off those bottoms.” He pulled his hand away and crossed his arms over his chest again.

  Why I did what he asked was apparent, even knowing I might regret doing this later. Without hesitation, I grabbed my shorts and panties and pulled them off with one quick movement. My eyes shot upward to his and I waited for his touch.

  The one he gave wasn’t exactly what I wanted, since he grasped my arm and led me into a huge living room. Pulling me over to an oversized leather couch, he pushed me down to sit while removing his boxers with a little more finesse than I had taken my own clothes off with.

  He stood in front of me, his cock hard and imposing as it protruded proudly. I think the one positive was that he was apparently just as turned on as I was. “Touch me.”

  His harsh demand was followed by him lifting my hand and pressing it against that silken steel rod. My hand wrapped around the base, unable to touch my fingers together. I had no idea how to do this right, so I just pumped him in my hand hoping it made him feel good.

  “Take my cock in your mouth, kitten, as much as you can.”

  I’d never given a blowjob, but there was always a first time for everything. Using blind instinct, I suckled in the mushroom shaped head, very aware of how it stretched my mouth to capacity. Imagining him as my own male flavored lollipop, I suckled him half way then slowly drew him out. He seemed to enjoy that, and I gripped the base of his cock tighter before increasing my pace.

  I was strangely disappointed when his hand tangled in my hair, pulling me off him with a slight popping sound. “That’s enough for now. Spread your legs wide. I want to see the sweet little pussy.”

  I inched my legs apart slightly, feeling more than a little embarrassed about exposing myself to him in this fully lit room. He tapped my legs with a small slap, encouraging me to widen my legs further. I did but only a scant few inches.

  “Spread them as wide as you can. Don’t make me ask you again.” His tone was harsh and my eyes flew up to his, fearfully. The look he gave showed he wasn’t giving me a reprieve and I froze again. I broke eye contact and began trembling, not sure I wanted this anymore.

  He lowered to his knees and spread my legs impossible wide, gazing upon my sex with this hungry look on his face. “Never deny me, kitten. I know this is new to you, so I’m giving you a little leeway, but I expect complete obedience.”

  He lowered his mouth to my core and he suckled my clit. The pleasure was unbelievable and went against the harsh words he’d uttered only seconds before. Then as quickly as he started he lifted his head, meeting my eyes again. “So wet and pink. Next time I ask you to do something, don’t think.” His hand came down with an open faced slap to my clit, which filled my eyes with tears. The sensation while painful, oddly enough gave some sense of pleasure as well.

  His next movements were so fast I barely had time to contemplate anything. He sat down on the couch beside me, pulled me over his lap, and guided his cock to my opening. “Pleasure yourself.”

  He felt huge against my tiny opening and my first thought was I couldn’t do this. My mind wasn’t controlling this ride though, because my body pressed down slowing inching him inside. I was still sore and the stretching sensation blended pain and pleasure to the point where I didn’t know if I wanted more or needed to stop. Immobilizing myself, with only a few inches of his wide width embedded inside, I tensed.

  “This is what being mine will be like, kitten. A taste of pain but a world of pleasure.” He gripped my hips firmly. “Tell me what you want. We can stop, or you can let me fuck you until the pain no longer matters.”

  My mind was overwhelmed at the choice he offered. I remembered how good it felt to reach that plateau of desire. Was it worth the agony I felt right now, though? With my fingernails scoring his shoulders, I made the choice and pressed down, embedding him a few inches deeper inside me.

  “Good girl.” His hands on my hips pressed me down with a quick movement until I was completely impaled.

  My head fell back and a gasp escaped my lips, it was too much! I attempted to lift off his cock, because I felt overly full again, and torn. Surprisingly he helped me with the guidance of his hands, but gave no reprieve as he forced me down on his long length again. I whimpered in protest, but that sound fell on death ears as he maneuvered me for the ride.

  I dug my nails deeply into his flesh as he continued the torturous plunder, but my body relaxed into the rhythm he began, letting him have full control. Then as it had before, the discomfort turned into craving, making me ache for the inevitable peak he had my body reaching for.

  My forehead fell on his shoulder as my body became an active participant again, following the slow deep thrusts with my hips. He seemed to read my mind because the moment I mimicked his movements, he increased his pace and drove up harder, faster into my clenching folds. I had no idea my body was capable of loving this way, the tempo growing frantic as my need built and I took control.

  “So fucking beautiful, kitten. Take what you need from me.” His hands fell away from my hips, leaving me in control completely, but I didn’t slow down until I crashed over the edge, out of breath and left boneless from my orgasm. Only then did he find my hips again, driving up forcefully as he filled me with his essence.

  He wrapped his arms around me and I held onto him tightly as I tried to catch my breath. The one thing that flittered through my sex glazed mind, was that in the end he’d allowed me to lead. The sweat of our bodies, along with the stickiness of his release dripped between my thighs. This was passion, hot, dirty, and unbelievably gratifying.
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br />   “Shit. I forgot to wear a condom. Are you protected, kitten?” He pushed me back slightly to glance at my face, still embedded deeply inside of me. A tick in his jaw, and the seriousness of his expression showed he was angry.

  It took me a moment to pull my head out of the clouds and understand his question. “I can’t have kids.” The thought didn’t bother me as much as it had when I’d discovered the fact in my early teens.

  “You sure about that? I can’t believe I was so stupid. Something about you makes me lose my mind.” He rolled his eyes, and the look on his face was pure self-condemnation.

  “Yeah. I don’t produce eggs.” What a lame conversation to be having after mind-blowing sex. I’d never wanted kids, so it was no big deal. “Are you. Um. Well, you know, clean?” Just because I couldn’t get pregnant didn’t mean I was safe from diseases. For a moment, I held my breath.

  “Believe it or not, I’m usually very careful. I don’t fuck without condoms, and I get checked every year.” He lifted me as he stood, placing me on my feet. “I guess we both got lucky. Let’s clean up.” He shook his head, still looking like he couldn’t believe what he’d done. Grabbing my hand, he led me back upstairs to his bathroom.

  We washed off in the shower and I was somewhat glad and disappointed that he didn’t show any interest in touching me again. My body ached and I knew just walking was going to be a little painful tomorrow.

  Wrapped in a towel, I followed Seth back into his bedroom, watching with strange disappointment as he dressed. He pulled out an oversized t-shirt for me, and a pair of shorts that I knew wouldn’t fit, but I quickly pulled on. Rolling them down at the waist kept them from sliding off my hips. I didn’t really need the shorts since his shirt fell almost to my knees.

  “Cute.” He smiled at me, then took my hand again. “Now we’re really going to have that talk.” I allowed him to lead me out of the bedroom and into a library room on the same floor that had my eyes widening.