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  No luck.

  Her mind continued to spin fantasies of her sexy boss.

  In her head, she was on her back with her legs wrapped around Max’s waist as he pounded himself into her over and over, her breasts rubbing erotically against his perfect, sculpted chest making her nipples tender and achy. As her mind’s eye watched them fuck each other silly, Natalie was positive she could actually smell their sex and sweat.

  Electricity tingled in the tips of her toes, teasing as it worked its way up the length of her spine. At the quickening of her pulse Natalie’s top lip quivered, becoming damp with perspiration. The juncture between her thighs soaked her panties and her nipples ached as they distended into painful peaks. The heaving of her bosom increased as she struggled to draw air into her oxygen-starved lungs.

  As her arousal pushed her over the erotic edge into sated bliss, a shudder coursed through her body. Natalie gripped the bar bracing herself and closing her eyes, attempted to catch her breath. Damn, my panties are drenched! Her clit pulsed. She’d fucking come just thinking about having sex with Max!

  The bartender appeared and set a bottle of water in front of her smiling knowingly. “This place can sometimes do that to a person.” He offered an amused wink before wandering away.

  Her mind started to spin. What the hell is wrong with me?

  “I’ve got to get out of here,” she whispered to herself. “I need some air.”

  From the other end of the bar he observed her, unnoticed. Blending in with the other patrons no one would pay him any mind. After all, he was a just another client here to indulge in his fetish, and the object of that indulgence sat no more than thirty feet away.

  Within the crush of near nude bodies, the distinctive odors of sweat and alcohol, blended with impending sexual satisfaction, surrounded him. The fragrance of her subtle perfume wafted across the room to taunt him. Her scent was infused in his mind, he’d recognize it anywhere.

  He watched her tremble and knew the cause. Sparkling in the depths of her silver-blue eyes, he’d seen the repressed passion she refused to allow herself to experience. Through the intensity of his gaze, he’d helped to pull those animalistic thoughts to the forefront of her subconscious, preparing her for what was to come. Even at this distance, as her body trembled, he caught the scent of her arousal and creamy release.

  He couldn’t believe she had come.

  With fierce determination, he ached to taste her.

  His cock was steel hard, pressing painfully against the leather pants restraining it.

  He could not believe his good fortune when she had finally walked through the doors of his club.

  She was about to become his, and he would have her begging for no one else, but him.

  As she stood and turned to head for the exit for some fresh air, Natalie spotted a hooded man standing at the end of the bar, watching her. The black leather covering hid all but his eyes, a sliver of nose and mouth from her view. Eyes, dark brown, almost black stared back at her. The flaring of his nostrils kept time with the expansion of his broad, hairless chest as he drew breath. Full lips were pressed in a thin line, yet a smug grin curled the right side. Swallowing her nervousness, a heated chill coursed through her at his intense scrutiny. Where the hell is Max, she thought scanning the crowd.

  The thought of Troy Simon’s declaration opening night, fed her need to flee. She had to get the hell out of there. With wide eyes, Natalie groaned as the hooded man rose and stalked toward her.

  She was being hunted.

  Natalie guessed what was on his mind, and she was not about to be a party to it.

  Straining her neck in a desperate search for an exit sign, she was jostled amongst the dancing crowd. She found none. Very quickly, she became disoriented, bumping around the gyrating, leather-clad mob, and the location of the front door was lost to her. The room began to tip as she frantically searched for an escape route.

  Natalie felt his presence behind her, before the heat of his hands encircled her upper arms. As she struggled for breath, she felt her heart cease to beat. Her body broke out in a cold sweat and she licked her lips trying to get her salivary glands working once again.

  No fucking luck.

  “You...are mine,” his deep, seductive voice reverberated through her trembling body.

  “I...I...was...just...leaving,” she mewled hoarsely.

  “Before our fun begins?” The sensual voice teased her left ear.

  Natalie froze unable move. Confident hands gripped her arms firmly.

  “Breathe,” he whispered against her cheek.

  At the command, she shuddered and inhaled.

  A masculine scent engulfed her, making her think of power, danger...dominance. The heat emanating from his body was electric and sparked Natalie’s arousal. Her body responded to his intimidating presence, feeling a fire ignite in her lower belly. Every fine hair on her body stood on end, anticipating his next move.

  She did not have long to wait.

  “Come with me,” he ordered, moving her through the crowd.

  Her brain screamed ‘NO,’ but her feet complied.

  Stupid fucking body, she growled silently, as he directed her from behind. She felt the heat of his solid erection through his leather pants as it rubbed erotically against her suede clad backside.

  The crowd seemed to part like the Red Sea as Natalie and the hooded, hulking stranger made their way through. No one met her pleading glance as the masked man ushered her up a circular staircase.

  Natalie’s heart thumped an erratic tattoo against her rib cage. In a meek attempt to struggle, she was unable to free herself from the man’s firm grasp. A giggle threatened to burst free from her lips at the feeble attempt, and her arousal soared higher. When they reached the top, two men clad in a similar fashion as the man behind her, stood on either side of the staircase. The knowing grins they flashed matched the amusement in their eyes, and Natalie’s breath grew ragged as she and her escort continued down a darkened corridor.

  This is wrong, she pleaded with her aroused body to stop and fight the stranger holding her. She felt his chest tight against her back as he held her to him. He steered her from behind to another set of stairs at the end of the long, dark hallway. Up they climbed to a third level and walked through a doorway at the top. They stopped momentarily and Natalie heard a latch click as the stranger locked the door behind them. Without words, he pushed her stiff body into a dark room, which he maneuvered them through, effortlessly. A second latch clicked before her surroundings illuminated, dimly. Natalie blinked several time adjusting to the sudden light.

  “Strip,” he ordered.

  Natalie spun around. Looking up at her hooded escort, she glared angrily at him. “I will not,” she spat out.

  Without warning, his arm jerked.

  Whoosh...*SNAP*

  Natalie jumped at the sound splitting the air and caught sight of the handle of a whip in her captor’s hand. A large fist closed tight around a braided end. The six foot leather length which started at the handle as a half inch, tapered to a point that now lay on the polished hardwood floor, beside her left shoe. Where did that come from? She wondered, gnawing at her bottom lip. The atmosphere inside the room was scintillating. Natalie found herself quivering with excitement and a hint of fear. Would he actually strike me with the whip?

  “Strip,” he commanded in a harsh tone. With his lips drawn tight, his dark eyes dared her to refuse.

  Natalie stood stunned, continuing to stare at the length of the whip in his hand.

  Oh shit! How in the hell am I going to get out of this?

  “Strip!”

  Whoosh...*SNAP*

  “Eek!” Natalie squealed and tugged her sleeveless knit top over her head. Reaching behind she unzipped her mini and pushed it over her hips to the floor and kicked it away. Her nipples pressed painfully against the red lacy demi bra she wore. And dammit, if her juices weren’t flooding her pussy, dampening her panties. Un-fucking-believable, she chastise
d her betraying body, this is just not right.

  “You are enjoying this,” he stated with a smug grin.

  “I am not!” Natalie retorted.

  He reached up and pinched her nipple through her bra, hard. “Your body is.”

  Natalie swatted his hand away. “How dare you take liberties...”

  He chuckled low, smiling at her irritation.

  She scowled at him.

  He reached again and with two fingers, effortlessly flicked the front closure of her bra, spilling its ample contents.

  Natalie shrieked and made a feeble attempt to cover herself.

  With lightening speed, large hands grabbed her wrists, raising her arms above her head, high enough to rock her balance, and he lowered his mouth to hers. With possession, his tongue swept inside tasting her, exploring her. Natalie’s tongue joined the rest of her body in betrayal and began eagerly mating with his. The taste of him was hypnotic and delicious. Sucking the very breath from her lungs, she felt him probe even deeper.

  As her lips parted to protest, he took the invitation to invade the moist, warm cavern. Only when he felt her fervor match his own, did he pull away. Her eager response as she welcomed his kiss excited him. On her sweet tongue, the unmistakable growing need as she kissed him back left him a little light-headed.

  Quickly, he reined in his escalating arousal. He couldn’t afford to allow her to get the upper hand, he was the Dom after all. It had been a dream of his for so very long, to make her submit to him. Lowering her arms, he slid the straps of her bra down and off her body. Eyes, vague and dreamy, looked up at him, revealing how much she seemed to enjoy the aftermath of his oral exploration.

  Ah, but he was only just beginning. Inside his pants, his cock ached. He needed to release himself before he burst...but not quite yet.

  First, she must come for him.

  This was his fantasy and he intended to live it to the fullest. Hell, he might not get a repeat performance. Restraining her hands behind her back with his left hand, he brought up his right to cup the soft mound of her left breast. Again, he lowered his lips to hers to stifle her gasp of protest.

  Refusal would not be allowed.

  Massaging the heavy globe in his palm, his fingers tugged at the throbbing, peaked nipple. Tilting her back, he felt the damp, heat of her pussy press against his straining cock. He continued to tug at her nipple until she was near sobbing, trembling from his touch. When he released her mouth, she struggled to suck air into her oxygen-starved lungs.

  As his lips and tongue burned a wet trail down her throat, his wandering hand slid into the front of her panties and thick fingers began exploring what lay hidden beneath the lacy fabric. A single, thick digit pushed inside her and she whimpered. The scent of her arousal flooded his nostrils. He inhaled deeply.

  “You’re already so wet for me,” he said pushing the length of his finger deeper, until his palm rested against her now throbbing clit. His finger and palm worked together building the heat inside her until she was choking on sobs with every breath.

  Adding another finger into her tight heat, he stroked a rhythm that stole her breath. Tipping her over further, he latched onto a nipple, suckling it with the same zeal as his thrusting fingers.

  Natalie’s self-control, shattered, her body belonged to him. He commanded it, no longer was she free thinking. Her heart raced, her body alight, humming from an erotic charge as he coaxed her higher. A stitch in her lower back began screaming. The tips of her finger tingled, and there was a sting in her shoulders from being restrained in an awkward position for so long. No longer could she feel her toes. Under persuasive, demanding fingers, her mind became numb to her surroundings. At the moment, nothing else mattered except the animalistic carnality this hooded stranger was wringing from her very, eager body.

  Try as she might, she couldn’t stop herself from giving in to his ministration. Expert fingers played her as though she was made only for him, his tongue and lips were magic as they devoured her. She wanted them all over her, kissing, sucking, licking...biting.

  Oh God how she wanted him to bite her. The thought of his teeth nipping her tender flesh made her tremble.

  He felt her desperate need as if it were his own. Pulling her upright, he released the hands he’d restrained. The fingers of his right hand thrust into her warm pussy, while his left ventured in search of the tight pucker of her ass. As his finger dipped between her buttocks, he found the crack slick from the juices he’d helped create. He rolled his finger in the wetness before plunging the long, thick digit inside her tight asshole. When he entered the snug, velvety heat, Natalie flung her arms around his neck, clinging to him. His thrusting fingers, impaling her, barely held her upright.

  Head thrown back, he watched the play of emotions cross her face as the violent climax rocked through her. The flesh surrounding his fingers convulsed, pulsing with each rippling wave that assaulted her. Forcing her to climb even higher, he watched her tremble as she rode his pleasuring hands and fingers.

  He owned her. She belonged to him. The sound of her cry echoed around and through him.

  “Ahhhhh?” Her eyes rolled back in her head as another explosive orgasm coursed through her, flexing against his digits.

  Around his probing fingers her slick heat tightened once again, and the sound of her cries was music to his ears. Suddenly, her grip around his neck weakened and he withdrew his drenched fingers from her quivering body. Reveling in the sated look he found in her half closed eyes, her soft flesh glistened, her cheeks, flushed.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely. His cock throbbed near to bursting, as he held her.

  He had only a split second to react as Natalie fell limp into his arms.

  He’d finger fucked her to passing out. Extremely pleased with himself, a smug grin crossed his face.

  And he was so very far from finished.

  Chapter Two

  Natalie awoke disoriented her muscles achy, head bent forward, eyes closed.

  The warmth and electricity of a body pressed against her back. Hot breath caressed her left ear and neck as a deep sultry voice brought her senses to attention.

  “Welcome back.” The voice purred.

  As she regained some semblance of consciousness, she felt her body splayed, upright, in an ‘X’ formation. The heat of two large, strong hands rested on her hips, gripping her. Fingers and thumbs kneaded her soft flesh. A shudder raced through her body at the seductive tone and she felt her nipples pucker. Her eyes shot open. With her head still forward, in the dimly lit room she had a clear view of the excited peaks of her naked breasts. Glancing a little lower, confusion laced with panic ripped through her. Her torso was now covered in a tight black leather corset, coming to a stop just under her breasts, giving the illusion of an offering.

  Natalie snapped her head up abruptly, smacking against a solid mass behind her. With a thunk, she saw stars and winced, startled at the sudden stop. “Oh God,” Natalie gasped in horror at the sight before her. Her eyes grew wide and she was suddenly chilled to the bone.

  She stared at her own reflection.

  Her curly strawberry-blond hair hung loose to cascade over her shoulders. Clothed only in the corset, she was strapped to a metal pillory, with her head left free. Leather restraints bound her arms on either side above her head, her ankles shackled wide apart at the base. Two thin straps attached to the corset ran between her legs, pulling the plump outer lips of her sex open, exposing the swollen, wet bud inside. Natalie could see her clit glisten in the dim light, and her thighs were slick and shiny.

  Staring back at herself in the mirror, Natalie watched his hand reach up to cup her right breast and fingers squeezed her nipple, rolling it roughly between thumb and forefinger. Without moving, her eyes shifted to the reflection of the hooded masculine figure standing behind her. The soft gasp which escaped her parted lips brought a smile to his full lips. Eyes, heavy with desire looked back at her in the mirror, and her heart skipped a beat.
Moisture flooded her sex and the ache in her breasts grew painful. A musky spice assaulted her senses, creating a pleasurable throb in the bundle of nerves between her legs. The tips of her fingers tingled and she wanted to reach out and touch him. Firm biceps flexed as he stroked her heating flesh. The man stood a head taller than the unrecognizable woman on the pillory, and she felt dwarfed and uncomfortable, bound and exposed before him.

  “You came so hard for me you passed out.” Full lips parted and a husky voice caressed over her. “You were only out a few minutes though. Jesus, you’re so beautiful when you come.” While his right hand continued to torment her right nipple, his left ventured across and down her abdomen cupping her exposed cunt.

  “Oh my God,” Natalie groaned as a long, thick finger pushed up inside her.

  The finger withdrew and then stroked her inner thigh.

  “Look at your come slicked thighs... The only thing that would look sexier would be my come dripping out of your sweet pussy, running down those smooth legs, along with yours. Mmmm, very soon.”

  He brought his finger up to his mouth and licked it clean. “You taste so good. I’m going to enjoy eating your pussy and making you come all over my tongue.”

  Natalie couldn’t speak as she stared at the reflection of the masked man behind her, unable to remember how she ended up in this situation. She’d been out with...

  His deep voice, along with the movement of his hands brought her attention back to him. “We’ve only just begun. I’m not done playing with you yet. You’re going to come again for me,” his promised.

  The smooth fingertips on her breast pinched tighter and a finger was pushed into her body again. A steady rhythm had Natalie whimpering as she rode his hand. Two more fingers slide inside her heat while his thumb assaulted her swollen clit in firm, tight circles.