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  Alex distracted? By her? A heady feeling enveloped her. She’d never thought of herself as sexy or gorgeous. But by the feel of his hard cock pressing against her, Alex certainly did.

  He gave her three more heavy smacks and she let out a low groan.

  “Since we’re celebrating signing our contract I’ve decided to let you off easy.”

  He smacked her ass again. Two smacks to each cheek. This was easy?

  “How are you going, Tara?”

  “I’m good, Sir,” she replied.

  The last few smacks were given slowly, his hand lingering on her ass. By the time he was finished, more than just her ass was hot. Her whole body was lit up with need. He lifted her up and sat her on his lap with her ass hanging off the side. Her nipples were tight, hard peaks, just begging for him to touch them.

  “Open your legs,” he commanded.

  She spread her thighs. He ran his fingers between her lower lips then brought them up. They glistened in the light.

  “You enjoyed your spanking.”

  “Maybe.”

  “I’d say definitely. I did go easy on you. Next time I’ll have to make it hard and fast. Of course, there are also other ways I can punish you.”

  “Do we really have to sit here and talk about punishment?” she moaned.

  He cupped her breast, running his thumb over the nipple. She gasped.

  “Why, was there something else you had in mind?”

  “Yesss,” she cried as he pinched the nipple.

  “What was it?” he asked before nibbling at her neck.

  “Please, fuck me.”

  “Hmm, I’m not sure you should receive pleasure after a punishment.”

  She gaped up at him, only to find him grinning down at her.

  “Please, Sir.” She gazed up at him, blinking her lashes. “I’ll be good.”

  Alex chuckled. “Not too good, I hope.” He moved, rolling until she was under him. He kissed her, sweeping his tongue inside to battle with hers. Tara thrust her hips up against him, wanting more.

  “Lie still,” he growled. “Or I’ll tie you down and play with you to my heart’s content.”

  She shivered, almost begging him to do just that.

  “Hmm, seems you like that idea, sweetheart.” He pinched one of her nipples.

  She arched back with a hiss. He took the nipple into the warmth of his mouth, soothing it. Alex knelt between her spread legs and ran his gaze over her slowly. Tara lay there, feeling her cheeks warm as he studied every inch.

  “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

  She looked up at him shyly. “Really?”

  “God, yes. Incredibly beautiful.” He kissed his way down her neck. “So sexy.” He cupped her right breast and flicked the nipple with his tongue then did the same to her left nipple.

  “Delicious.”

  Standing, he pulled her up then steered her over to the corner of the room where a full-length mirror stood.

  “Legs spread, head up and eyes on yourself. Any time you look away means a minute of torture for you.”

  “Torture?” she squeaked.

  His grin was evil.

  Alex stood behind her, towering over her. He was nearly a foot taller than her petite five two. He was still dressed, which gave her an added sense of vulnerability as they stood in front of the mirror. Tara hunched her shoulders as she stared at herself.

  “Alex, I don’t think—”

  “Shh,” he said, not unkindly as he placed his hands on her shoulders. “You can do this. You will do it. Now straighten up.”

  She pushed her shoulders back.

  “Good girl.”

  A feeling of warmth infused her. Alex raised an eyebrow. “Liked that, did you? You want to be my good girl, Tara?”

  Tara looked away, embarrassed.

  “Uh-uh.” Alex turned her face back. “That’s one. No looking away, remember.”

  Tara blew out a deep breath. “Sorry, Sir. This is just hard for me.”

  “Why? I’ve never noticed you being shy before.”

  “That’s different.” How to explain this without exposing all of herself? “I don’t really have a hang-up with being naked during sex or a scene. It’s just…”

  “This is more intimate,” he guessed. “You’re more exposed.”

  She nodded.

  Alex reached around and traced a finger over her cheekbones, down her nose, over her lips. “You’re so lovely, so sweet. I could just eat you.”

  She grinned. “Promises, promises.”

  He barked out a laugh. “Maybe later.”

  She shivered at the thought.

  “But stop distracting me.” He ran his fingers over her shoulders and down her arms, leaving goosebumps of desire in his wake. “Hands behind your head,” he commanded.

  Tara slipped her hands behind her head, leaving her even more exposed.

  “Don’t move.”

  She relaxed a little with that order.

  “Good girl,” Alex said, watching her closely. Damn, she wouldn’t be able to hide much from him. He moved away and grabbed something from a drawer.

  Tara strained to watch him in the mirror.

  “Hands at the small of your back.”

  Tara quickly moved to obey him. A silken rope was wrapped around her wrists and he tied them expertly. Almost instantly her muscles relaxed and she calmed, her mind clearing of worries.

  “Yes, you definitely like that,” Alex murmured. He cupped her shoulders then ran his hands around to cup her breasts, holding them up.

  His eyes held hers for a long moment as he pinched her nipples lightly. Tara gasped as heat raced through her, pooling in her clit.

  “A little bit of pain is good, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

  She nodded, closing her eyes in ecstasy as he applied just a bit more pressure to her nipples.

  “That’s two,” Alex said and her eyes shot open.

  “Sorry, Sir,” she said. “It just felt so good.”

  He smiled. “I’m glad. But I want you to watch.”

  Alex ran his fingers down her sides. She shuddered.

  “Ticklish?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said with a giggle as he brushed his fingers against her side again.

  “Good to know.”

  Man, she really didn’t like the way he said that. Alex moved away and grabbed a stool. He carried it over and placed it beside her. He patted the top of the stool.

  “Foot up here.”

  “Umm.” She glanced down at the stool briefly. How the hell would she keep her balance?

  “I’ll make sure you don’t fall. Trust me.”

  Tara let out a deep breath. She did trust Alex. He would never let her fall.

  She drew her leg up, placing it on the stool. It opened her up, baring her fully in front of the mirror. She blushed as she took in her bare pussy.

  Tara wobbled a little, unable to balance herself. Alex quickly clasped her around the waist with one arm and ran his other hand down her raised leg then back up her inner thigh. He brushed by her pussy. Then he cupped one ass cheek, squeezing.

  “Ohh.” She jumped, trying to look behind her.

  “Uh uh uh, that’s three.”

  “Damn it,” she swore.

  Alex clucked his tongue, but his eyes were twinkling in amusement.

  “You did that on purpose!” she accused.

  “Did what?”

  “You squeezed my sore butt so I’d look away from the mirror. That’s not fair.” The rat.

  “Sweetheart, I’m a Dom. Sometimes I don’t play fair. But I would suggest you keep your eyes on yourself before I add a fourth.”

  Calling him all the names under the sun—in her head of course—Tara drew her gaze back to the mirror as Alex cupped both breasts. He pulled her back a little so she was totally flush against him.

  “Lean back on me,” he said, his breath tickling her ear.

  Every nerve ending was dancing to his tune as she leaned back against his firm body.
It took quite a bit for her to trust him so much. Tara was used to relying on herself. She didn’t lean on other people, she was always the one others went to for something.

  But with Alex it was different. He was very firmly in charge.

  “Tara, that’s four. I can see I need to do more to keep your attention.”

  Uh-oh, she really didn’t like that evil glint in his eyes.

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  “What were you thinking about that?”

  “How sexy you are, Sir.” It was a little white lie. She was constantly thinking about how hot he was.

  “Is that right? Well I guess I can hardly object to that, can I?” he said dryly.

  She grinned. “It would be rather silly.”

  “You’re still at four, brat.” He pinched her nipples sharply before rubbing them gently with his thumbs to ease the sting. Kissing his way down her neck, he managed to find every tender spot. Her legs shook so badly she was grateful of his support.

  As though he sensed how shaky she was, Alex clasped her firmly around the waist once more, dropping his other hand down to her pussy. He ran his fingers through her folds. His fingers looked dark against her delicate pink flesh as he pulled her lower lips apart.

  Her folds glistened with moisture and Tara found herself mesmerised as Alex strummed her clit with his finger. Back and forth. Round and round. He pulled his fingers up, placing them in his mouth.

  “Yum,” he told her as she drew in a ragged breath.

  Returning his fingers to her pussy, Alex tortured her for long, excruciating minutes, strumming her clit, pushing his fingers deep inside her pussy, in and out.

  “Sir, please. Please, I can’t hold on much longer.”

  “Neither can I,” he muttered.

  He removed the stool and then held her until she was steady. Then he undid her wrists, rubbing her arms briskly.

  “Go lie on the bed, arms above your head,” he ordered. He quickly stripped as she lay back on the bed. “Legs spread.”

  Naked, he walked to his wardrobe and pulled out another silk rope. She watched him. He was muscular but not bulky. His skin was lightly tanned. All over. And his ass was a work of pure beauty. Tara’s mouth watered.

  Alex turned, moving toward her. His thick cock stood at attention, bobbing as he walked. He tied her wrists together with one rope, then looped the other tie through and secured it to the bed.

  Then he loomed over her with a grin. “Now for the torture.”

  Alex held back his grin as Tara’s eyes grew wide, filling with trepidation. There was nothing quite like having a worried little subbie at his mercy. Of course, the fact that it was Tara made it special.

  “Hmm, I wonder if I should gag you. I don’t want to scare the neighbors.”

  Her mouth dropped open and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing.

  “But maybe not. I’d quite like to hear you beg.”

  “Alex…maybe we should…”

  He glanced up at her, gauging her stress level. He didn’t want her truly frightened. This was meant to be fun.

  “What is your safe word, sweetheart?”

  She paused for a moment then shook her head. “Red.”

  “Use it if you need to.”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Brave little subbie. Such a good girl.”

  Pleasure filled her face at his words. There was definitely something there. Something that made her light up at the idea of pleasing him, of being a good girl.

  He was seeing a softer, more vulnerable side to her. She was honest and funny and sweet. Everything he’d ever wanted.

  Shit. Where had that thought come from?

  Not only was this very new, but he’d sworn he would never fully commit to a woman again.

  “Sir? Alex? Are you okay?”

  He shook himself free of his thoughts, gazing down at Tara who was staring at him in concern.

  “Fine, I’m fine. No talking.” He knew his voice was too harsh and he could see the hurt in her eyes. Idiot. He had to get himself under control.

  He took her mouth with his, wanting to wipe that look from her face, not liking the guilt he felt.

  Then he moved down her body, taking her nipple between his teeth and tugging lightly.

  “Ohh,” she cried out.

  “No coming until I give permission, Tara.”

  He moved to the other breast, giving that nipple the same attention. Back and forth, over and over, he played with her breasts until her nipples were bright red and swollen and Tara was letting out low whimpers of need.

  Alex kissed down her stomach and spreading her legs, lay between them on the bed. Using his tongue like a small cock, he speared her. He strummed his thumb against her clit. Back and forth. Round and round.

  Her hips thrust up and down. A light sheen of sweat covered her skin.

  A sob escaped her as Alex rose and rolled a condom onto his shaft. He rolled her over onto her stomach. He’d purposefully tied her so he’d have the flexibility to move her around.

  “Up on your knees,” he commanded. As he pushed inside her, she contracted around him, sending ripples of pleasure through him.

  “Remember, no coming,” he warned.

  Tara let out a low groan, but she didn’t argue with him.

  Grabbing her hips, he slowly pushed inside her. He bit his lip as her velvet warmth surrounded him. Once he was fully inside, he paused. God, it felt good. Addictive. He drew back then drove forward quickly. Faster and faster he moved, building up momentum. Orgasm built its way up from the base of his skull. His balls tightened and he gritted his teeth, determined to make himself last a bit longer.

  There was another contraction around his cock. He paused, nearly seeing stars as he strained to keep himself under control.

  “You can come whenever you’re ready,” he told her through gritted teeth. He continued to drive himself in and out of her, determined to wait until she came before he let go and found his own relief.

  Tara screamed as she came, pulsating around his rigid shaft. Alex could no longer hold himself back—he drove himself into her warmth then crashed over into bliss.

  Chapter Eight

  Tara looked around her new apartment. It didn’t feel like hers, it was too new, too slick and it lacked personality. But she didn’t feel like adding her own touches. As soon as Alex grew sick of her, she’d have to leave.

  She’d only been here four days, perhaps she just needed some more time to adjust. Right now it felt like she was staying in someone else’s house.

  With a sigh, she sat back on the sofa. It squeaked under her.

  “Seriously, just listen to yourself,” she muttered. “You’re whining because you’re staying somewhere nice with new stuff. Anyone in your situation would be damn grateful for everything Alex has done.”

  Alex had arrived each night around six with dinner, not leaving until the early hours of the morning. She hadn’t really expected him to stay for most of the night. It made her feel a bit better about this whole situation. A little less like a paid mistress and more like a girlfriend.

  And yet she couldn’t help but feel a bit lonely.

  “I need a job.” Sitting around here was just making her more and more depressed.

  She’d grabbed a paper that morning and circled a few jobs. She still had her work laptop, so she’d quickly updated her resumes and emailed them off to a few places.

  She’d left a message on Tim’s cell phone about the laptop a few days ago. It was the coward’s way out, but it was easier than talking to him. She knew she needed to return the laptop before he accused her of stealing it, but she really wasn’t in the mood to see him. Let him make the next move.

  Tara glanced around the apartment, looking for something to do, but it was all so clean and sparkling. She had some dirty laundry so she chucked it in the laundry basket she’d found in the apartment. Grabbing her keys, she made her way down to the basement where the shared laundry was l
ocated.

  She’d need clean clothes if she got any job interviews. She really needed to make a good impression. Even though Alex was paying the bills, she still needed money to help out her brother. She hadn’t told Alex that she was assisting Ben financially. She knew he’d offer to help and she didn’t want to feel more indebted to him. She intended to pay him back for every cent he spent on her. Her pride wouldn’t allow for anything else.

  In fact, she hadn’t told Alex a lot of things. Like how her apartment had been broken into. There didn’t seem to be much point. The police had no leads about her apartment or the mugger. There really wasn’t anything that Alex could do.

  Putting her laundry basket down, she started going through everything, checking all the pockets. She drew something hard out of her black pants pocket and stared at it in dread.

  Damn it. Tim’s pen drive. Crap. Crap. Crap. Now she had a company laptop and a pen drive with files he probably needed. It was a wonder he hadn’t called the cops on her. She shoved her laundry back in the basket and made her way upstairs.

  Grabbing some of her fast disappearing cash, as well as the pen drive and laptop, she made her way to the bus stop.

  Forty minutes later, Tara’s stomach clenched in dread as she exited the elevator and made her way to her old office. She looked around but couldn’t see anyone.

  “Tara?”

  She glanced around to find Eloise standing there.

  “Oh, Eloise, hi,” she said. “I was looking for Tim.”

  “He’s in Chicago on business. Can I help?”

  Tara could leave the laptop and pen drive with Eloise, but it didn’t feel right. She’d rather give them to Tim and then her conscience would be clear. She’d often told Tim she didn’t like carrying important documents around on a pen drive.

  “No, that’s okay. I’ll wait until Tim returns.”

  “Tim won’t be back for a few days. You need to leave that laptop with me. It is company property after all.” Eloise’s voice had turned icy. Tara’s hackles rose. What right did she have to look down on her?

  “I know the laptop is company property, Eloise,” she replied, standing her ground. “I’m going to call Tim and find out what he wants done with it.”

  “I really think you should give that laptop to me.”

  Eloise’s gaze narrowed and she took a step toward Tara. All of a sudden Tara felt threatened by the other woman.