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by Michelle

  “Come for me, Kellie.”

  She shattered, her body convulsing, pulsing around his fingers and pounding through her brain.

  When next she opened her eyes, she was cuddled in his lap. Mark stroked her arm from shoulder to wrist and whispered love words in her ear. She tilted her head back to rub her cheek against his rough chin.

  “How do you feel, my little one?”

  “Like a ragdoll,” she whispered and heard his soft croon of appreciation.

  “My little ragdoll, then,” he said. “We’ll be landing in a few minutes.”

  He stood with her in his arms and then set her in the seat beside his and buckled her belt.

  “My clothes—”

  “Will be fine.” He scooped them off the floor and stuffed them into his briefcase.

  A bump and rapid deceleration told her they were on the ground. A few minutes more took them toward the terminal. At full stop, Mark released both their seatbelts and rose to shake hands with the pilot.

  Dear Lord. He was in the cabin with them and she was wearing shoes.

  Just shoes.

  Like a good little submissive, she kept her eyes down and pretended to be invisible. A hand appeared in front of her and she put hers in it, knowing Mark expected her to walk down the steps naked. Thank heavens it was well past sunset and only a smattering of lights pierced the darkness around the plane. A car was waiting on the tarmac with a tall, stocky man wearing a suit and tie standing next to it.

  “Kellie, this is my driver, George Templeton.”

  She looked up, way up, into his warm smile. “Hello.”

  He nodded. “Miss Kellie.”

  Damn him. She recognized the voice. This giant of a man and the cab driver who took her home the first night were one and the same. At least he’d seen her wearing more than shoes the last time.

  “When I’m unavailable, George will take care of your transportation needs.”

  She glanced at Mark, tempted to remind him she had a car and a license, but this wasn’t the time or place, and she surely wasn’t dressed to stand up to him. Naked wasn’t serious enough to press her point.

  Instead, she stepped into the car and sat. The leather seats were nice but not at all conducive to sliding. Kellie threw him a quick glance and reached for the door, pulling it shut before he could comment.

  Both men chuckled, their good humor at her expense not unexpected, and she heard the other man make a comment about her being a little spitfire before they separated. Mark slid into his spot just as she reached for the seatbelt. For a split second, she wondered if he planned to repeat their last interlude in the backseat of a car. She clicked the belt in place and tried to ignore his rough laugh.

  “I can wait until we get home. Can you, little one?”

  Warmth flowed down her spine to settle between her legs and she berated her body for responding so quickly to his voice. The man next to her was a walking talking testosterone-oozing sex machine and she couldn’t keep her head clear when he was near.

  Kellie closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Easier to ignore her body’s response when she couldn’t see him, but she could still smell him. He was like warm, freshly iced chocolate cake waiting to be tasted and her willpower was hard pressed to resist. The air in the car crackled with sexual tension and she knew it wouldn’t be long before his hands were on her and she gave up the fight.

  What was the point of denying her attraction? She’d already agreed to three months. In her mind, it was a given that she’d be a wreck at the end of the relationship. Handing him everything he asked of her just might be her total undoing, but a tiny voice kept popping into her brain.

  Maybe this is what you’ve always needed in a relationship.

  The possibility was at once terrifying and exhilarating. By submitting to him, she gained the freedom to feel without guilt or reservations as to what they did together. But giving up her independence scared her more than any sexual escapade could.

  She’d been taught self-reliance from an early age, both parents firmly against the idea of helicopter parenting. Even after they separated, she was expected to take care of herself and ask for help only when she’d exhausted all other channels.

  Mark, with his sharp clothes and dominant convictions, was the antithesis of all she knew. Her family, if they ever deigned to check in with her, would see him as the monster corrupting their offspring.

  “Having second thoughts, little one?”

  Kellie sat up, suddenly aware that the car had come to a stop and Mark’s hand was on her thigh.

  “No. Sorry. Just....”

  The front door opened, light spilling out onto the porch as a thin woman with gray hair pulled into a bun said, “Welcome home, Mr. Harrison.”

  Mark grinned and grabbed her hand, pulling her across the seat despite her protest. “Kellie, this is Mrs. Pine, my housekeeper.” He kept his hand in hers as they went up the steps. “Kellie will be with us for a while. I’ll have her get with you in the morning about meal preferences and such. George will be taking care of her transportation.”

  “Would you like a snack or a late dinner, perhaps?”

  “We ate in Austin with Derek. Kellie? Would you like a snack?” he asked.

  Damn. She was naked in the full light of the foyer, standing on smooth stone floors and looking across a living area that could easily hold a hundred guests and leave room for dancing, and he’d just focused the attention of the entire staff on her. “No, thank you.”

  The woman tipped her head and disappeared through a doorway to the left. George passed them carrying their bags and turned right.

  “Welcome to your new home, Kellie.” Mark pulled her close and kissed her, then walked her into the living room. It was set up much like a hotel lobby, with seating arrangements grouped around low tables. One faced a broad fireplace. Another provided seating for anyone wanting to browse the book collection that took up a large part of one wall. The far end of the room opened to a spectacular formal dining area.

  “Do you have a lot of parties?” she asked him.

  “Some.”

  “Orgies?”

  Mark barked a laugh. “Once or twice. Interested?”

  Kellie wandered toward the baby grand in the corner, her fingers dragging across the well-polished mahogany covering the keys. “Sell drugs?”

  “Never.”

  “Wow. The sex business must be quite lucrative.”

  He was quiet for a long time. She used the silence to take a look at the wall of books, the artwork well-displayed and lit. She’d guessed he was well off with the jet and the cars and the house on the beach. He’d told her about his family and inheritance. All those had been small pieces of an unseen cake. His home was an architectural work of art filled with museum worthy furniture and collectibles.

  When she looked up, his eyes measured her every breath. Hands in his pockets, his head cocked just enough to convey curiosity, Mark waited for her next question.

  “This is a little overwhelming, to say the least.”

  “Yes, the clubs are doing well financially, and I enjoy them. But the bulk of my wealth came from my grandfather.”

  “Oh.” She had no real frame of reference for this conversation, and no idea what to ask or even if she should ask.

  “Oil and gas. Wise market choices. He raised me to be a businessman and he taught me how to manage his portfolio.”

  “He sounds like a wise man.”

  “He was. He passed ten years ago and I miss him every day, but I think he’d be proud of what I’m doing with his investments.” His expression slipped into sorrow for a brief moment.

  It was the first time she’d seen him vulnerable. Her heart did a little tick-tock in her chest and Kellie had to take in a breath to recover.

  “What else do you have in this place?”

  Mark’s eyes popped back to her face and a slow grin replaced the seriousness of his expression. “Come to me and I’ll show you.”

  S
he strode to him in all her nakedness, deciding she might as well strut her stuff while he was willing to watch. As soon as she was in reach, he pulled her in close for a hug.

  “What you see is what you get with me, Kellie. I don’t lie, I don’t cheat, and I don’t participate in anything illegal. And I can promise you will be very well taken care of while you’re with me.”

  “I believe you, Mark.”

  “Yet, you’re still unsure.”

  “Wouldn’t you be, if our roles were reversed?” she asked.

  He didn’t answer, just led her down the hall into the more private areas of the house. They passed a few closed doors he labeled as guest rooms, and another locked door he said was a playroom.

  “We’ll explore your tolerance for pain and pleasure later this week.”

  “I have work this week,” she reminded him.

  Mark’s steps slowed. “Why don’t you take a leave of absence?”

  “Mark, I have a life outside of whatever this is. I won’t abandon it.”

  He stopped at the next door and ushered her into a huge bedroom with a king-sized bed. “All right. But when you’re with me, I expect all your attention.”

  “I suppose I can do that.”

  “Good. Come here.”

  He led her to the bed and waved his hand. “Lie down in the middle.”

  When she complied, he slipped leather cuffs around her wrists and secured them to the headboard.

  “I’m going to take a shower. Back in a few, little one. Wait for me.”

  Chapter 18

  Mark laid his forehead against the cool tile wall and let the massaging showerhead pound at his shoulders.

  Out of his mind.

  Out of his fucking mind.

  He was letting her in, cracking open walls he’d put in place years ago, and now they were coming down too fast.

  He hadn’t had a woman in his home in over a year, preferring to keep all his sexual liaisons contained at Private Delights. Now Kellie was tied to his bed, waiting like the good little submissive she’d turned out to be.

  And he was an ass.

  The only word for it. He didn’t want permanent but for some damn reason, he’d talked her into signing a contract. If she hadn’t balked, he’d have made the terms longer than three months. More like three years.

  She made him want things.

  Not the run of the mill possessions, although, possessing her was high on the list. He wanted permanence.

  Continuity.

  Family.

  Shit, he was turning into Ward Cleaver.

  Mark reached for the soap and worked it over every inch of his body. She wouldn’t stay. A few days of his hard dominance and she’d run for the hills. He’d given her the out when they talked about the contract in Corpus. Tomorrow they’d sign the papers at the club, but if she decided to bail after the first week, he’d survive. He’d lived through worse.

  She was waiting for him, stretched out on her side with her hands in front of her breasts and her eyes eating him up. A beauty, inside and out, and she was his.

  “Onto your back, Kellie.” Intentionally roughening his voice, he pushed a little harder than before. “Feet apart.” He adjusted the restraints at the headboard, forcing her hands above her head, then palmed her breast until she moaned. “Keep those legs apart.”

  Hidden coils of rope with leather cuffs at the end waited at the foot of the bed. He pulled the first one out and grasped her ankle. Kellie cried out in surprise and he tapped the inside of her thigh with his open palm. “Obey.”

  The other ankle was wrapped and restrained without comment and Mark offered her a low ‘good girl’ before moving to the head of the bed. He opened a drawer and showed her the black satin mask. Her eyes widened but she didn’t complain.

  “What is your safe word, Kellie?”

  “Orange.”

  “What did you say, little sub?” he growled.

  She inhaled and rephrased. “Orange, Master.”

  “Do you need to use your safe word now?”

  “No, Master.”

  Mark smiled and slipped the blindfold over her head, settling it firmly across her eyes. He let her hear the click of the drawer as it closed next to the bed, then walked heavily through the door and out into the hall.

  The adjacent room was his personal dungeon, more like a storage room for the last few years, which fit his purpose at the moment. While Kellie waited, he looked around at the equipment he’d purchased an eon ago. Time to upgrade if Kellie stayed. He mentally started a list of items he’d like to show her, with an eye to ordering them at the end of the week.

  If she stayed.

  In the meantime, he opened a cabinet and located the nipple clamps he’d picked up as a wedding gift for Derek and never had a chance to give. They were silver, delicate and adjustable. The perfect pair of clamps for a beginner and Kellie would love them—eventually. The first few times were usually love-hate events, but she’d had a taste in Corpus.

  Instead of going back through the hall, Mark eased open the door between the two rooms and proceeded on silent feet. Splayed out for his pleasure, Kellie was a vision of loveliness, her breath a little uneven as she waited for his return and her breasts sporting tight nipples. Without touching the bed, he leaned over her and took the closest into his mouth, sucking hard to tighten it further.

  Kellie cried out at the sensation and the surprise, then screamed when he released the suction and slipped the clamp onto the bud. He turned the dial one notch tighter. The red tip darkened and he licked it before walking around the bed. “Hurts a little, but you’ll enjoy it once you get used to the burn.”

  He blew across the other nipple, watching it stretch upward and darken. “Remember the orgasm in Corpus? When I removed the clamp?”

  She whined when he tweaked the other nipple. “If one clamp makes both nipples ache, what will two clamps do?” he asked.

  “No, please, don’t ....”

  “Do you need to use your safe word, little one?”

  Closing her mouth, she shook her head.

  Mark lowered his mouth to her breast, his breath floating over the reddened nipple while she whimpered. Drawing it into his mouth, he used his teeth to tease it even tighter. With a quick withdrawal, he slipped the second clamp in place and tightened it while she cried out.

  “Relax into the sensation, Kellie, and think about the orgasm to come.”

  He pressed kisses to the lower swell of each breast and let his lips roam over her abdomen.

  “Maybe a distraction will help,” he crooned, sitting on the bed beside her hip. Damn, she was beautiful, in every way the perfect submissive for him. “So, pretty, little one. I could sit here and pet you all day and all night. Would you like that, Kellie?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “No.”

  The tremor in her voice told him more than her words. “Which one, Kellie. Yes or No?”

  “I can’t wait...please, Master....”

  “You will not come until I give permission.”

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “I’ll try.”

  “You will more than try.” Mark shifted on the bed and settled his body between her legs.

  Then began a leisurely consumption of every part of her except the engorged bud of her clitoris, each moan and mewl from her mouth increasing the throb of his dick. When his own patience slipped, he lifted his head and said, “Come now, Kellie,” then pressed his thumb to her clit.

  She screamed and her torso arched and lifted from the bed. Mark moved over her and pushed inside her pulsing body, feeling her grip on him but waiting for it to wane. When her ragged breathing eased and her contractions lessened, he forged ahead, moving in and out steadily to prolong and build the orgasm.

  When the second wave crested, he reached up and removed the clamps. The climax went nuclear, her body flailing as far as the restraints allowed while the sensations rolled over her.

  Mark pulled out and wrapped his hand around his cock, jerking
and aiming at her belly. Streamers of cum launched from the tip and landed on her skin one after another. “Mine, Kellie. You’re mine.”

  Kellie’s eyes fluttered open in the early morning light, grit gathered in the corners and made it difficult to keep the lids up. She’d slept like the dead, completely unconscious for the entire night. Blinking, she gave up and closed her eyes again, reliving the wild encounter Mark had orchestrated. The line between pain and pleasure blurred into a memory she couldn’t define. Her breasts ached, her wrists felt clumsy after being restrained, and her recently bared privates tingled from use.

  Plastered against her back, Mark’s firm contours warmed her skin and his hand cupped her sex. Mine. The word echoed in her head. He’d used it more than once last night. Kellie bumped at his wrist and wiggled against his back.

  “Hmm, where’re you going?” he murmured.

  “Bathroom.”

  He nuzzled her nape and moved his hand out of the way, reaching above her to release the cuffs. “Hurry back.”

  Half asleep and ordering her around.

  She made fast work in the bathroom but paused in front of the mirror. She looked different. Felt different, too. Scratches on her shoulder from beard stubble coexisted with a bite mark on her left breast. Her nipples were still swollen from the clamps. He’d taken care of her afterward, carrying her into the bathroom. He’d filled the tub and washed her tender skin, then patted her dry and put her to bed while she was half asleep.

  He called her name from the other side of the door and she went to him without hesitation. Mark pulled her into his embrace, his body heat warming her. “Sleep for another hour, then breakfast,” he told her.

  When next she opened her eyes, a woman stood in the doorway, a full tray in her hands. Eyes diverted, she set it on a table and left without a word. The scent of coffee tickled her nose and Kellie sat up and stretched. Then a hint of bacon in the air had her up and moving. She poured a cup of coffee, happy to see the housekeeper had included a small cup of creamer, and lifted the lid from one of the plates. Pancakes, bacon, fruit. Her stomach growled in favor of food.

  She looked back to the bed. Mark watched her with a smile. “Should I serve you in bed, or do you want to get up?” she asked.