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  Of course there was probably no way she’d agree to have anything to do with him after this. First he’d been a complete asshole to her and now she’d been humiliated.

  “Don’t be sorry. And stop calling me baby. I believe you. It would be just like that bitch to eavesdrop. She’d take any opportunity she could to humiliate me.” She squared her shoulders, raising her head to look at him. Disgust filled her face. “And I gave her exactly what she wanted, I ran away like a coward.”

  Admiration filled him. He could see she wasn’t about to let what Carin had said knock her back for long. Still, he’d be having a long talk with Carin. This was not acceptable behavior.

  “I thought you had told people in order to humiliate me and make me leave. I’m sorry.”

  He was horrified she’d believe he could be that cruel and manipulative. “God, I really have lowered your opinion of me, haven’t I?”

  “I know you don’t want me here.”

  “That’s not true, baby. I made some mistakes and I’ve been an asshole, but I never wanted you to leave.”

  “Just stay away from you. I understand,” she said stiffly. “Message received. I will do my best to keep away from you.” She turned to walk away and he grabbed her arm, gently pulling her back around. He cupped her shoulders, keeping her in front of him.

  “No, baby, I don’t think you understand at all.”

  “Stop calling me baby! We don’t mean anything to each other. You don’t want me.”

  “Oh, I want you. So much…” Leaning down he took her mouth with his, sweeping his tongue between her lips to taste her. Reaching around, he cupped her ass, pulling her tight against his body so her stomach was pressed against his erection.

  His body was engulfed with a fiery heat as need throbbed in his veins. Finally, he forced himself to pull away, knowing he couldn’t take things further without an explanation. And an apology.

  “I’m sorry for the way I behaved earlier,” he said in a low voice, loving the glazed look in her eyes. “I was a jerk. I was mad because someone else paid for something for you. I want the sole right to buy you gifts, to look after you, to protect you. I want you to be with me.”

  “What?” She looked dumbstruck.

  He cupped her face. “I want you, Tara.”

  “Oh.”

  “Say you still want me. That I haven’t ruined things.” He ran a thumb over her cheek. “I want to take you home with me. I want to touch you, taste you, fuck you over and over. Say yes.”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Satisfaction filled him.

  “Who paid for your membership?”

  “What?” she asked with a shake of her head, as though trying to clear it.

  “Who paid for your membership? I want to pay them back.”

  “It was Reagan.”

  “Reagan?” He couldn’t help the surprise in his voice. “I thought…”

  “That it was a male? Someone I’d had sex with in lieu of payment?” Hurt and anger filled her face.

  “No. No!” Things were going downhill fast. He cupped her face, staring down at her seriously. “Look, I am sorry for jumping to conclusions. It was wrong of me. Can we start again?”

  “Sure, I guess so,” she told him, although there was still a hint of hurt in her gaze.

  Leaning in, he kissed her thoroughly until she melted against him. He couldn’t wait until they were home to touch her. He had to have a taste now.

  “You know, I just remembered that I still owe you a punishment for being late.”

  Her eyes widened. “What would you like me to do, Sir?”

  His cock hardened further.

  “Strip off your jeans and bend over the desk.”

  Chapter Four

  Tara shivered in excitement as she stripped off her jeans. She wished she was still dressed in the short skirt and fitted, sleeveless top she had been wearing, instead of her worn jeans and faded underwear.

  She quickly pulled down her panties, hoping he wouldn’t notice them.

  She should have known better. Alex snatched them out of her hand, dangling them off one finger.

  “What are these?” he asked.

  Tara tried to grab them. “Give them back.”

  He wrinkled his nose as he stared at her panties as though they offended him.

  “Why would you want these back?” he said.

  “Because I’m not walking around commando.”

  “Better commando than wearing these. They’re so worn I could almost poke a hole in them with my finger.”

  “Give. Them. Back.”

  “No.” He walked over to the trash can and threw them in, grabbing her as she tried to retrieve them.

  “Damn it, Alex. Let me go. You had no right to do that.”

  “What do you call me?” he asked in a low, dark voice.

  “Sir,” she gritted out. “You had no right to do that, Sir.”

  He spun her around until she was facing the desk, leaning her over the desk he placed her hands flat on the desk.

  “Stay still,” he ordered as she tried to wriggle free. “Do not move your hands from that desk.”

  Tara shivered at the command in his voice. This is what she wanted. Someone to take charge. Someone she could surrender to. She’d had so much responsibility for so long. Sometimes she just wanted to let someone else take charge.

  Even when she was playing at the club, she always held back a bit of herself. She’d looked after herself for so long that she found it hard to completely let go and trust in someone else.

  “Tara, tell me where are you?”

  “I-I’m with you, in the club,” she said in confusion.

  “And yet your mind is a million miles away. Let’s see if I can get your attention, hmm?”

  Alex pulled her sweatshirt up over her head, leaving it trapped around her wrists. All she now wore was a faded t-shirt and bra. Alex ran his hands over her ass, squeezing each cheek firmly.

  “You have a fantastic ass,” he told her.

  Tara always felt a bit self-conscious around Alex. He was sophisticated, sexy, gorgeous and she was, well, average.

  Alex ran his hands down her legs then back up. “You went all stiff, why?”

  She must have taken too long to answer him because he smacked one butt cheek, hard.

  “I just don’t think I’m that attractive.”

  “But I do.” He squeezed both cheeks again. “I think this ass is delicious. It’s curvy, pert and very, very fuckable.”

  Tara groaned and dropped her head onto the desk. Finally, Alex was touching her like she’d dreamed of.

  “I also think you’re in need of a good spanking.” He leaned over her, pressing her into the desk. His body pinned her down, but he very carefully didn’t give her all his weight. “What is your safe word?”

  In the club, all subs used red as a safe word, that way the dungeon monitors knew when someone was in trouble.

  “I’ll stick with red,” she said. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Her biggest fantasy was coming to life.

  “Good,” he said with satisfaction. His mouth was close to her ear, his breath tickling her cheek. “I’ve read your contract, I know your limits. You’re going to submit to me, Tara. There will be no holding back. You will give me everything.”

  She shivered, a tinge of apprehension creeping up her spine. What if she disappointed him?

  Alex moved back and she immediately missed the feel of him against her. Christ, how would she survive tonight? How would any other man ever measure up to Alex? He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, pushing her legs apart. Cupping her pussy with one hand, he kissed his way down her back.

  “So hot and wet. Is this all for me, sweetheart?”

  It was almost embarrassing how wet she was. He’d barely even touched her and she was so ready for him. He ran one finger through her plump lips, gathering up the slick moisture.

  “Y-yes, Sir,” she replied.

  “Good girl,” he said with satisfaction as he flicked her clit a few times. Tara groaned as sparks of hot need fired through her body. “But as much as I’m sure you’re dying to come, you need to take your punishment first. What are you being punished for, Tara?”

  God, who thought he’d be such a talker? Was he seriously expecting her to be able to think?

  Smack! She jolted as his hand landed on her ass, leaving it stinging.

  “Ow,” she complained.

  “What did I say about answering me?”

  Oh crap. What was the stupid question?

  “Umm, I’m being punished for being late, Sir.”

  “When you’re told to be somewhere on time, I expect you to be prompt, understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry,” she said, as he continued to spank her. The sting eventually moved to a deep burning and she found herself relaxing as she embraced the pain.

  She wasn’t into intense pain, but a good spanking could be like foreplay for her given the right circumstances. Sometimes a little pain was a very good thing. Alex moved his hand down to her thighs, spanking heavily. Damn him, that really did hurt.

  “Sir, oww, that hurts.”

  “It’s meant to, this is punishment.”

  Alex slowed then stopped. He leaned down and kissed each cheek before kneeling between her legs and spreading her slick lips. He took a long lick of her juices.

  “Oh God,” she cried.

  “No, baby,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m Sir, not God.”

  Tara rolled her eyes, safe in the knowledge that he couldn’t see her. Her breath left her in a huge whoosh as he flicked her clit with his finger. He thrust his tongue deep inside her and her legs went weak, her body tightening with each push of his tongue, each flick of his finger.

  “Sir, oh, Sir, please,” she begged. More, she needed more. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge. Just a bit more… a bit more…

  Tara screamed as she fell into ecstasy, her whole body shaking as orgasm slammed through her with the finesse of a bull let out of the pen.

  She could barely open her eyes as Alex pulled her away from the desk. He held her steady until she had her shaking legs under control.

  “Th-thank you, Sir,” she said.

  Leaning in, he kissed her forehead. “You’re welcome, baby. Let’s get out of here. Much as I’d like to take you right here and now, Dylan needs his office and I find myself wanting some privacy.”

  “Dylan? Do you mean…?”

  Alex grinned and nodded to the door. “He started pounding on the door right as you were begging me.”

  “Oh my God.” She felt her cheeks growing hot.

  Alex raised an eyebrow. “Feeling shy, baby?”

  “I guess I just thought we had some privacy.”

  He cupped her cheeks. “Let’s get out of here. Your place or mine?”

  He grabbed her jeans and held them out to her.

  “Yours,” she said as she took hold of her jeans. Her sofa bed wasn’t really built for two. “Umm, what about my panties?”

  “You’re never wearing those atrocious things again. I’ll buy you more.”

  Like hell he would. But she didn’t intend to stand here half-naked and argue with him. Especially not with Dylan standing on the other side of the door. She hastily dressed and smoothed down her clothes as Alex stood patiently watching.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  She nodded nervously and took the hand he offered. Her cheeks grew even hotter as he opened the door. She kept her chin up, determined not to show how embarrassed she was. She let out a long breath as she saw the empty passage.

  “Must have got sick of waiting,” Alex said with a grin. “Come on, sweetheart.”

  He placed a hand on the small of her back as he steered her down the passage and into the empty reception area. She peered through the tinted window. It was raining lightly. Alex turned to her.

  “Wait here and I’ll get my car. Don’t move.” He gave her a strict look before striding off.

  A warm feeling filled her. She wasn’t used to someone looking after her.

  “So you finally managed to get his attention,” a snide voice said. Tara turned to find Carin standing behind her.

  “Jealous?” Tara said. She didn’t like confrontations, but she’d had enough of Carin’s bitchiness. The other woman was a bully and Tara couldn’t be bothered putting up with her smart-ass remarks and put-downs.

  “Hardly. So Alex wants to slum it? As soon as he’s had his fill of you, he’ll move on and you know it. You’re not exactly in his class.”

  The other woman strode off and Tara’s happy mood plummeted. She was right. Alex was gorgeous. Sexy and suave. While she was average. Not ugly, but nowhere close to his league.

  A sleek, black car pulled up in front of her. She couldn’t see the make, but it screamed money. She left the reception area and stepped outside.

  Alex jumped out and moving around the front of the car, opened her door.

  She stared at him. She was definitely out of her league. But she had dreamed about this forever, no way was she going to turn him away. This was one night she intended to burn into her memory forever.

  Stepping forward, she let him help her into the car.

  ***

  Tara wandered around Alex’s apartment. It was exactly as she’d expected. Polished and classy. There wasn’t a thing out of place. No piece of clothing left lying on the floor or dirty coffee cup left sitting around. But even though everything was expensive and beautifully arranged, it lacked soul. It actually reminded her of her father’s house. The one he’d bought after her mother died. She’d never felt like it was a home.

  “Here you go.” She turned as Alex walked towards her, a glass of water in his hand. “Are you sure I can’t get you anything else?”

  She shook her head as she gulped down the water. She swallowed so quickly that she choked.

  Alex grabbed the glass of water as he patted her on the back.

  “Are you okay?” he asked in concern as he placed the glass down.

  “I’m fine,” she said hoarsely. “Sorry.”

  “Sweetheart, your hands are freezing.” He grasped her hands between his large ones. “What’s wrong? Are you scared?”

  “No, of course not.”

  “No?” he said gently, steering her toward the black, leather sofa. He sat then pulled her down next to him. “You’re meant to shiver with excitement not fear.”

  She smiled. “Rate yourself much?”

  “Oh, sweetheart, you’ll find that I’m every bit as good as I think I am,” he said in a low drawl. He stood and lifted her up into his arms. “I need you so badly that my patience is wearing thin.”

  He carried her up the staircase and down the hallway, stepping into a large bedroom. A huge bed rested against one wall. There were large French doors leading out to a balcony.

  “The bathroom’s through there,” he said, nodding at one of the doors leading off the bedroom.

  He carried her over to a large, plush armchair that sat in a corner of the room before letting her slide down his body. Taking a seat in the chair, he stared at her with lust blazing in his eyes.

  “Strip for me, Tara.”

  She swallowed heavily. He was focused on her. Completely. It was intimidating, slightly scary and hot. Really, really hot.

  Licking her lips, she pulled her sweater off.

  “That’s right. I wish we could take this slowly. I want to study every inch of you. Next time. Right now, I need you. Badly. Show me, Tara. Show me all of you.”

  “You’ve seen me naked before,” she whispered. She’d been naked plenty of times in the club.

  “But this time it’s all for me. Just me. Besides, I’ve never really looked. Not properly. I knew if I did that I’d steal you away from whoever you were playing with. I wanted to be the one touching you, making you scream as you came in my arms.”

  She swallowed as she drew her t-shirt up and over her head. “You were jealous?”

  “Terribly.”

  Her confidence grew. He was jealous of other men touching her. Damn, she only wished she could record this and play it back for Carin. Immediately, she felt ashamed of her cattiness. She didn’t need to drop to the other woman’s level. Even if the bitch deserved it.

  “Tara. Tara?”

  “What?” She looked at him, startled.

  “You drifted off. I feel slightly insulted,” he said with dry amusement.

  “Sorry, Sir.” She dropped her gaze, ashamed. Some sub she was.

  “Keep your mind on me. Or I’ll take measures to ensure I have your full attention.” His voice held a deep promise and she shivered. She knew her mind wandered a lot. It was a bad habit, but usually the Doms she played with didn’t seem to notice.

  But they weren’t Alex.

  She undid her jeans; pulling them down her legs and folding them on top of her other clothes.

  “Now the bra.”

  With trembling hands, she reached behind and took off her bra, letting her small breasts hang free. Alex stood and walked around her. She forced herself to stand still as he peered at every inch of her. He came to stand in front of her. He ran a finger between her small breasts and down her stomach.

  “Beautiful.”

  “I’ve lost some weight,” she said. She knew men preferred slim women.

  “That’s not why you’re beautiful,” he replied. “You would be gorgeous whatever you weighed.”

  He knew just what to say to warm a girl’s heart.

  “You know I’m going to sleep with you right? You don’t have to bullshit me with pretty words,” she teased.

  His face grew cold. “Of course. How remiss of me. Let’s get straight to the fucking, shall we? Go lie on the bed on your back with your legs spread. I’ll try and get this done as quickly as possible.” Although his voice never grew any louder she knew he was angry.

  He drew his shirt off, each movement short and hurried.

  Tears filling her eyes, she turned away and grabbed her sweater. “I think I’m just going to go, this was obviously a mistake.”

  Alex grabbed her arm and she stepped back with a gasp.

  “Tara?” He let go of her immediately, looking at her in shock. “Christ, are you scared of me?”

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