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  She squirmed this way and that, but she still couldn’t dislodge him. Instead she’d frustrated the hell out of herself by brushing her sensitive nipples against his chest. Ethan added a second finger, stretching her.

  “Let me go,” she managed on a groan as her body quickly rose toward climax.

  “No, no. You don’t deserve to come, not yet.” He removed his hand, and she wanted to huff with simultaneous relief and frustration.

  “Why are you training me, anyway? What do you know about this stuff? As the security guard, shouldn’t you be monitoring the Mirvolo Cup?”

  She could have sworn he smiled, but his lips firmed too quickly to tell. “That antiquity you’re so interested in is safe, baby, a hell of a lot safer than your pretty little ass is right now.”

  Without warning, he threw her over his shoulder and started toward the bed.

  “Now, slave, you belong to me.”

  Chapter Four

  Ethan’s heart wanted to burst out of his chest as much as his cock wanted to jump out of his pants. Hot damn, but Jewel made him so hard so fast, it was a wonder he hadn’t shot his load when he’d shoved his fingers into her deliciously warm pussy.

  The little liar squirmed over his shoulder, and her helplessness pushed him past his reservations. “Priceless antiquity,” she’d alluded to. She was no more interested in the cup than he was a sexual trainer. He didn’t believe she’d told the truth on her application, but he didn’t think a thief as proficient as the one stealing from Rick’s friends would be as clueless about the cup as she’d seemed.

  She could, of course, be playing him, but he didn’t think so. Regardless, he’d get his answers. The hard way. Using his free hand he shifted his cock through his pants material and, still uncomfortable, walked to the wall holding an assortment of restraints. Seeing several scarlet ties, Ethan went rock hard. And, there, a blindfold. Shit, he wanted this, badly.

  Keeping hold of the wildcat over his shoulder took some careful maneuvering, but he grabbed a few silk ropes and had her naked, tied, and spread-eagled on the bed in five minutes flat.

  She glared at him, her whiskey-brown eyes alight with anger.

  Fuck it. He stripped off his own clothing, wanting some respite. The sight of this woman, bound and helpless before him like some pagan sacrifice, had him close to climax from the image alone. How many times had he dreamed of a lover like this? And she played the part of the outraged female to perfection. He’d never wanted a completely submissive partner. No, Ethan wanted to conquer, to dominate, and win his prize by earning it.

  All of which, according to Rick’s instructional DVD, had less to do with true D/s than with his personal fantasies.

  Jewel jerked her arms and legs, trying to free herself, and he felt ready to blow. She was so fucking perfect. A gift from the gods, Rick would have joked.

  And now, all mine.

  Jewel’s eyes lit with alarm as he stared down at her with such hunger, her gaze alternating between his imposing stare and his weeping cock. He lay between her thighs, his gaze centered on her exposed pussy.

  “Wait a minute.”

  “No.”

  “But… Oh,” she gasped, then arched into his mouth as he sought her clit. She tasted so damned good. Her juices were like honey, like sugar on his tongue. Her clit was plump, ripe with arousal, and he wanted to savor the experience. Ethan had never been able to enjoy a woman who was fully at his mercy, and to have Jewel here, as his, was like heaven on earth.

  “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he rasped. “I want to eat you until you scream. Will you scream for me, Jewel? Will you scream for your master?”

  “Screw you,” she breathed even as she ground into his mouth again. “God, what are you doing to me?”

  “So damned wet. You like being tied up, don’t you, baby?”

  He shoved a finger inside her as he licked her, and her breathing grew more and more choppy.

  “Tell me, slave. What do you want your master to do to you?”

  “Not…your…slave.”

  Ethan increased the pressure on her clit, shoving his fingers deeper to touch her G-spot. He felt her entire body clench, and he stopped, aware she teetered on the edge of climax.

  “Oh, Ethan, more,” she moaned when he slowed his fingers.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “Let me come.”

  “‘Let me come,’ what?”

  She shook her head, thrashing on the pillows, as he brought her to peak again but not quite over. She panted. “You’re a real bastard, you know that?”

  The sexual frustration on her face increased his arousal. The fact that he was the fix to her problem, that he held the power to satisfy her, filled that void inside him that was always aching when it came to sex. His cock was wet from excitement, and he didn’t know how much longer he could last. Each time he thrust his fingers inside her, he mimicked the action by thrusting hard against the bed sheets. The urge to fuck her lingered too close, and the scent of her desire only intensified his need to dominate the woman.

  She had yet to call him her master, and he refused to give her the upper hand.

  Inspiration struck as he glanced up at her mouth.

  “Your master needs attention, slave.” He licked his lips, savoring her taste, and leaned up. He crawled over her body, straddling her waist. When her eyes focused on his flushed cock, Ethan smiled grimly. “That’s right. Suck your master, Jewel. Suck him so he can grant you the ease you need.”

  She licked her lips, her gaze both wary and wanting.

  “Tell me, Jewel, why you refuse to say the words. They’re just words, after all.” He watched her, aware they weren’t just words to her since she couldn’t say them. She needed to be mastered, needed to give her control to another. He could see her desperate willingness to comply, even as she battled herself.

  “You’re not my master,” she said quietly, looking disturbed. “I control my body.”

  “Do you?” He rubbed his shaft between her breasts, palming her nipples. He pressed callused hands over the beading tips, and she cried out as he rocked faster and faster, her hips bucking in a matching rhythm. “No, Jewel. I’m the master of your body right now.” And your mind. “Give me what I need, so that I can give you what you need.” He lowered to meet her mouth and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

  She blinked up at him, confused, and bit her lower lip in indecision. “But I don’t want to be anyone’s plaything.”

  “Not anyone’s plaything. My lover,” he corrected. “Everyone else can fuck themselves. This is between you and me.”

  Her eyes widened, and he drowned in their honey depths. God, she pulled at him like no other, and he couldn’t help wondering what it was about this stubborn woman that attracted him so much. Because the attraction went way beyond the physical.

  Ethan wanted the sex so badly he could taste it. But in his mind, the sex would only open the door into Jewel’s heart, body, and soul. He’d bind her to him physically, gain her trust and affection, and teach her to please him so that he could please her. He’d watched her these past few days while she worked, unaware. And Ethan found he wanted to be the one to make her smile, to make her laugh. The urge to please her outside the bedroom called to him as much as her body did. And though he didn’t understand why, he wanted to savor the experience.

  Jewel looked torn, almost as if she were finally taking his demand seriously. His heart raced as he waited for her response, wanting to hear her say it, just once.

  “Just with you. Only you.”

  Ethan nodded, his gaze intent.

  She took a deep breath. “Okay…Master.”

  He had to focus hard not to come, so pleased was he with her answer. As if she’d agreed to give him everything he wanted, her answer paved the way to a future he’d only dreamed about. Groaning with pleasure, Ethan leaned down, kissing her flush on the mouth. She opened under him, blossoming into the partner he truly desired.

  Their tongu
es mated, hers retreating when his pushed forth. Her lips softened under his, accepting his aggression, his tenderness, and his building lust as she moved with him. Her breasts swelled under his touch, and he flicked her nipples, earning several moans out of his sexual slave.

  He felt tense, ready to come at just the thought of her orgasm, before Jewel broke from the kiss with swollen, passion-stung lips.

  “Fuck my mouth, Master. Please.”

  Needing to explode, he leaned up from the kiss and positioned his rock-hard cock at her mouth. “Very good, slave.” Shit, this verbal game was making it difficult to concentrate on anything but ramming inside her heavenly lips. Master. He was her master. Oh, God, yes.

  “Lick me dry first, baby. Gently.”

  Her small pink tongue darted out, her gaze intense on his as she ran her tongue over his slit, sweeping his precum with slow, delicious licks. Ethan closed his eyes, aware they were rolling back in his head. He began moving against her lips, pushing the crown against the velvet petals of her mouth.

  “You taste so good, Master.” Her voice was husky, and he opened his eyes to see her gaze was now glued to his cock. “You’re so big, so hard.”

  He moved over her, and she licked him from his balls to his cockhead, her mouth hot as she pushed him closer to climax.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth, the mouth that now belongs to me.” Ethan envisioned her in a collar, his collar, and pushed past her lips. “That’s it, baby. Take it all in. Balls deep.”

  She accepted him, gagging a little, but she quickly pushed past the reflex. And before he knew it, she’d encased his entire shaft. He brushed the back of her throat, his excitement palpable.

  “I’m going to come down your throat. And you’re going to thank me for it when I’m done. Aren’t you, slave?”

  She nodded around his shaft, sucking and stroking with her tongue as if born to the task.

  So hard and desperate for relief, Ethan felt his end approaching. And he didn’t intend to hold back. The sooner he came, the sooner he could focus on Jewel, on molding her to his preferences, on swallowing her precious cum before stoking her to orgasm after orgasm.

  Shaking, he thrust into her mouth. In and out, deeper and deeper.

  She moaned and lifted her chin, changing the angle of her mouth over him.

  “Oh, yeah,” he rasped, fisting her hair as he thrust again and again. But he couldn’t hold on any longer, not at the sight of her bound and helpless, taking his large cock inside her soft, ripe mouth. His fantasies made real.

  “Good, very good, Jewel.” His balls felt ready to burst. “I’m coming, baby. Swallow it. All of it,” he groaned, and shot hard.

  She took him, every last drop, leaving him empty and replete throughout his entire body. As he shuddered, leaning over her, he felt the stroke of her tongue as she licked him clean, and he couldn’t move, taken with the image of her servicing him so completely.

  “So good, baby. Now you’re ready to begin.”

  * * * * *

  Begin? Her heart was pounding, her blood racing, and her clit ached unbearably. She needed an ending, a climax, dammit. Now.

  Ethan, however, climbed slowly off her body and lay on his side, propped on one elbow beside her, where she was unable to reach him. Jewel still tasted him in her mouth, and his flavor blurred her senses. So sexy, so unbelievably arousing. She’d never imagined how much pleasure could be had in giving to another.

  His dominance released something within her, allowing her to be as wild and free as she wanted. And with Ethan, she more than wanted. Saying the word “master” had been difficult. Jewel felt like she’d surrendered to him, yet he didn’t appear smug that she’d complied, only satisfied and sexually charged. The look in his dark eyes when she’d called him “Master” was permanently seared into her brain. So much desire, hot and real, and aimed at her.

  Sucking Ethan, taking that long, hard cock in her mouth, she’d felt like a goddess. Drunk on his taste, on the trembling in Ethan’s massive body that she’d instilled. For all that he’d been the one issuing commands, she’d been the one with all the power.

  “It felt good, didn’t it?” he asked quietly. He ran a hand over her flank, resting on her hip, his fingers tantalizingly near her shaved pussy. “Bringing me over like that. You took me all the way inside.”

  More than he knew. As if in swallowing his essence, she’d swallowed a bit of his soul as well. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt irrevocably linked to the large man by her side. A man she really didn’t know much about. A man who had tied her to a bed, who had done intimate things to her that she’d never attempted with another.

  She flushed, and he grinned, his dark brown gaze trailing where his hand led. A large palm caressed her belly, then slid up to capture her breasts. He played with the soft flesh, flicking her nipples and cupping her breasts in a warm hand.

  “Your body’s perfect,” he murmured. “You fit inside my hands as if you were made for me.”

  Jewel tingled, his words too near to what she’d been thinking for comfort. “Master?” She wanted to kick herself as soon as she said it. Now that he’d come down off his power trip, she’d meant to call him Ethan. “Master” had slipped out on its own.

  “I love hearing you say that.” His voice sounded thick, and she glanced down only to see his shaft rising again. “But we have a long way to go before I’ve fully captured your submission, Jewel.”

  She frowned. “Submission” didn’t sound right. She’d have to explain ‑‑

  “Master ‑‑ Ethan.” He’d buried a hand between her legs, squeezing her clit with enough pressure to make it hurt. But the hurt was surprisingly good, and she couldn’t keep from creaming his hand.

  “Yes, baby.” He released the pressure and slid two fingers inside her. “That’s it. Feel the pleasure. But you can’t come yet. Not until your thoughts and mind are on me, your master.”

  Emphasis on the last word told her he wasn’t happy she’d called him by his name. But, hell, calling him “Master” was beginning to feel natural. And that didn’t seem to fit. She wasn’t submissive. She’d never been one of those women to kowtow to a man. Yet he’d tied her up and ordered her to service him. And dammit all, she’d loved it. She’d found pleasure in the giving, a freeing sense of power she’d never before experienced.

  But she now felt pleasure in the taking. Oh, did she. His fingers were thick and long, and kept prodding the once-elusive G-spot, which he’d quickly discovered. Unstoppable moans came from her throat, gurgling cries of need she could neither control nor suppress.

  “That’s it, baby. Let it out. Give yourself to me. But don’t come, honey. Not yet.”

  She’d come when she wanted to, Jewel thought, turning to glare at him. The minute their eyes met, he stopped, and she groaned again, this time in disappointment.

  “Now, Jewel, you’re not playing the game. What’s my name?” He teased her clit, one smooth thrust toward her womb with hard fingers.

  “Come on, Ethan.”

  He removed his hand completely and it hovered above, the heat of his palm warming her cleft.

  “Master,” she corrected, sighing with pleasure when his digits entered her again.

  “And who are you to me, baby?” His voice was as seductive as his touch, deep and throaty, as chocolaty smooth as his eyes. She stared at him, ensnared by the commanding glint of power in his gaze, by the strength in his arms, and the fingers that made her body sing.

  “Your slave.”

  Her whisper made him smile, a gratifying grin that echoed in the firmness of his touch. “That’s good, baby. Real good. And you should be rewarded.”

  Sliding down her body, he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, but when she felt his hot breath over her sex, she tensed in anticipation.

  He blew a kiss over her clit before bearing down and taking the hard flesh in his mouth. Dear God, but the need to come built inside her until she wanted to scream her desire.

>   “Your pussy tastes so sweet. Like warm honey. And I want more.”

  Jewel moaned and shoved closer to his lips, gasping his name, Master, as she approached true bliss.

  “You can’t come yet, not until I allow it. Right, slave?”

  Too caught up in his spell to care, she agreed. Hell, she’d have agreed to have her head shaved if he’d just put an end to this torment and let her climax…make her climax. “Yes, Master. Anything you say.” She twisted her wrists in the dark red silk binding her.

  “Whatever I want?” he murmured, his mouth full of her clit, his fingers sliding through her cream.

  “Whatever you want.”

  “I want you to come, Jewel. Come hard, all over my tongue.”

  Groaning, she strained to get closer to him, to shove her clit tighter into his mouth. And then he was biting down, pleasuring her as his fingers brushed deep inside her. She felt the dam burst and exploded. Sobbing, she clenched around his fingers like a vise.

  The orgasm was cathartic in more ways than one. Her body felt relief, finally, but so too did her tired mind. On the edge undercover, she’d been tense with sexual frustration, confusion, and unrequited desire for Ethan Reaper. On top of all that, she had yet to find a way into Denton’s room, the wasted days sucking the energy and time she didn’t have.

  Now she finally felt as if she could relax. Her master ‑‑ Ethan ‑‑ would take care of her. As her breathing calmed, she flushed at still thinking of him as “Master.” Once again in control of her body, Jewel had trouble ceding him so much power. Yet she reveled in the protection of his strength. Bewildered and embarrassed at having completely lost her mind, she turned to tell him she had problems with his authority.

  And then he smiled at her. A genuine gesture of warmth, of caring. And her heart stopped for the split second it took to fall madly, stupidly in love.

  “Better now?”

  She nodded mutely.

  His grin faded, and he stared at her as if trying to see all her secrets. “There’s no shame in what you did, baby. I can tell you’re still fighting it. But you don’t have to. You know, deep down, what you did was right ‑‑ right for you. I’m your master now, Jewel.”