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by Becca Jameson

  Ray knew about the BDSM stuff. He couldn’t not. And he’d stayed friends with Theo even though he didn’t completely understand it. “How rough?”

  “Really rough.”

  Ray paused with a piece of maki almost to his mouth. “You think you can handle that and not hurt her? I mean, more than she’s asking for.”

  Theo took a sip of the green tea the waitress had poured. “She’s asking for a lot. I don’t want to be that guy.”

  “What guy?”

  “The guy who thinks he’s found the perfect girl, someone totally in sync with his tastes, only later to have her screaming abuse.”

  Ray ate his maki and stared thoughtfully at Theo. “Can you hold back?”

  “I don’t want to, and neither does she.”

  “Sure about that? She’s not just saying that because she knows it’s what you’re into?”

  Theo paused. Was she? He didn’t think so. He hadn’t even told her what he wanted before bringing her to orgasm with just a spanking that first night. “Yep. Pretty sure.”

  Ray dipped another piece of maki into soy sauce. “Then make sure your negotiations are very clear. Safe, sane, and consensual, right? Don’t put her in the hospital.”

  Theo nodded and finished his tea. He’d train her, give her what she needed, show her how to ask for what she wanted, and then he’d cut her loose before they took things too far. If only he could guarantee they’d both come out of this unscathed.

  »»•««

  Theo said he’d call her, but he didn’t say anything about her not texting him. Halfway through her first class, she pulled her phone out and sent him a quick message.

  Lucinda: Thanks for last night.

  She didn’t hear from him, so she waited an hour and texted him again.

  Lucinda: My ass hurts every time I sit down.

  Nothing. Twenty minutes later, she texted again.

  Lucinda: I probably should’ve worn yoga pants, denim chafes against welts.

  Two hours later, he’d still not responded to any of her texts. She was fuming. If he was going to run hot and cold like this, she didn’t want anything to do with him. Okay. That wasn’t totally true, but why wasn’t he answering her back?

  She didn’t feel like staying around to work on her own pots, so she grabbed her backpack and caught a bus to downtown Minneapolis. It was four forty-five by the time she got to her stop. She looked up at the large building and took a deep breath, clutching the straps of her backpack. Head high, she walked up to the security guard at the front.

  “Theo Matthews, please.”

  The guard smiled and then looked through his book. “He’s on eighteen.”

  She nodded and walked to the bank of elevators, her stomach a ball of nerves, but determined. When she got off at eighteen, she knew immediately she wasn’t dressed for a place like this. People were walking around in suits. The air buzzed with ambition and reeked of money. She considered turning around and returning home, but decided against it. He’d promised. Said anytime, anywhere. She asked the young guy at the reception desk where Theo’s office was. He paused for a second, spending more than ample time gazing at her full breasts, before pointing her to a corner office in the back. A very big corner office.

  “Ma’am,” a young woman in a beige suit said. Her cubicle banked Theo’s office, so presumably she was his assistant.

  Lucinda turned on her and was about to tell the woman that she had an appointment when the office door opened and a startled Theo stared at her. His expression quickly dropped to neutral, and he addressed the woman in beige. “Camille, I forgot to tell you I’m leaving a few minutes early to go to a meeting.”

  “A meeting? Really?”

  Lucinda looked at Camille and hated that she was jealous of her. Hated that she wanted to tell Camille that Theo was taken. Gah. It was like Theo brought out the worst in her. “Are you questioning your boss?”

  “She wouldn’t be the first woman to do that,” Theo mumbled from behind her.

  Camille gaped, but before she could respond, Theo grabbed Lucinda’s elbow and dragged her into his office, shutting the door behind them.

  “You didn’t answer my texts,” she sputtered.

  His eyes were cold fury, and both fear and longing gripped her. Push, Lucy. Just a little more.

  He pulled her forward and dropped his hands to the button of her jeans, fumbling to undo it and tug her jeans off. She whimpered, but he didn’t do anything but plop her into the leather chair across from his desk.

  She glanced around the room, noticing not only the gorgeous view from his office, but the floor-to-ceiling windows that made her shudder. She was naked from the waist down in his office. Not that anyone could realistically see anything inside an office on the eighteenth floor of his high-rise, but the idea being exposed made her fist her hands in her lap.

  “I’m working, brat. You’re not to say a word. Not one word for the next hour. You cannot touch yourself. You cannot move. You sit there and stay still. If you manage to accomplish this for an hour, I’ll consider having a conversation with you.”

  Her head dropped, and liquid pooled between her legs. She was humiliated and desperate, and she didn’t know why it felt so good to be bared for him like this, to have him angry at her enough to leave her in this position, but it did. Her clit pulsed, and juice dripped out of her and slipped down toward the crack in her ass. Her breathing shifted, and her heart rate sped. She tried to stay quiet, but the longer she suffered, the more she needed to whimper.

  “Hold it in, sweetheart. Not one word,” he said, typing on his computer as if he were talking to his beige-clothed assistant.

  Lucinda sat as straight as possible, her nails digging into her bare thighs. Theo’s phone rang, and he had a brief conversation, presumably with Camille, explaining he didn’t need her anymore for the day and she could go. Finally, finally, he looked up.

  “Stand,” he said, his voice low and raspy.

  Lucinda got up on shaking legs.

  “Hands behind your back.”

  She moved her hands, and he came around his desk and dropped to his knees before her. His fingers traced over the crescent-shaped marks her nails had dug into her thighs. She watched his face and shuddered at the hungry look in his eyes.

  “You’re not to hurt yourself in any way, brat. This is my skin to mark, understand?”

  She nodded, so desperate for whatever he was going to do she trembled.

  “You’re at my workplace. We didn’t arrange for this. I assume this is an emergency. What do you need?”

  Her hands shook as she picked up her backpack and pulled out the whip. “You said anywhere, anytime.”

  ∙•∙

  Jesus Christ, she was maddening and so fucking delicious. He didn’t think she’d go this far with the whip. Not on the first day. Yes, it was a promise, but he didn’t realize the extent to which she needed that from him. The safety of knowing she could use it with no questions asked. He was glad she hadn’t held it out first thing. He needed her to have the hour to ready herself for him.

  He grabbed the whip and turned her to face the desk, kicking her legs out and leaning her over so her elbows landed on the hard wood. Her ass was covered in slashes of red and bruises, and there was no way he could go at her again without really hurting her.

  He remembered Ray’s words. Don’t put her in the hospital. But he also remembered his promise. She needed to know he would do as he said; she needed to trust him so he could take her further. There was only one solution.

  He slipped his fingers into her softness and was flooded by moisture. She moaned as he speared her with two digits.

  “No, sweetheart. I can’t have you being loud. The entire office doesn’t need to know what we’re up to in here.”

  He pulled his tie off and quickly placed it in her mouth, gagging her. Her eyes glazed, and the desperation in her expression grew.

  “I’m not taking away your safe word. I’m changing it. You pound
on that desk twice if you need to safe out. Clear?”

  She nodded, but he wasn’t sure he could trust it.

  “Show me, Lucinda.”

  She slapped the desk two times and then looked between him and the whip with desire and greed.

  “Okay. Okay.” He was too shaky, seeing her face like that. Too desperate to give her what she wanted. He needed to pull back control. He inhaled deeply several times, like his Aikido sensei showed him. Focus. Presence of mind.

  He stepped back and traced the marks on her ass. She pushed into his hand, but he stilled her with a pinch to her hip. He gripped the whip and moved between her legs. With the handle, he started pushing through her wetness, circling her clit and teasing at her entrance. She mewled softly through the tie gag.

  He moved the handle above her channel and drove it in. A quick thrust, not too deep, and she widened her legs even more at the same time as she pushed back.

  “No, brat. My show. My pace. My decision when you come.”

  She glanced back at him and nodded. Sweat sheened over her forehead, and he never thought he’d seen her look so beautiful. He brought the whip handle deeper with each thrust, and within minutes he’d taken her right to the brink. He could see how much she was straining to hold back her release. His cock was hard and his balls were full, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d come in his four-hundred-dollar suit. He rode her higher, and she began to whimper behind the gag in earnest.

  He pulled the whip out and flipped her around, lifting her onto the edge of the desk with her legs spread wide. He dropped to his knees and hooked her legs on each of his shoulders.

  “Okay, sweetheart, feed me.”

  Then he drove his tongue inside her and used lips and teeth and tongue to pull the orgasm from her in a rush of juices spilling from her slit. His mouth, his shirt, his chin were covered with her, and he fucking loved every minute of it. She was spent, and still he ate her pussy until she ramped up and went again. She’d gone so silent he didn’t know what had happened until he looked up at her and saw her face raw and full of too many emotions. Finally, he let her down, unhooked her legs, and stood. He loosened the tie from her mouth and used it to clean his face.

  “Who’d have figured?” he said, folding the tie and placing it to the side on his desk.

  “What?” she said, her voice a raspy whisper.

  “I could suck the brat right out of you.”

  Her mouth dropped open, but before he could say anything else, he lunged forward and kissed her long and deep until she’d forgotten her voice again and wrapped herself around him so tightly he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

  “Thank you, Master,” she whispered, and then released him and pulled on her jeans. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

  He was too stunned to respond. He hadn’t expected her to go so compliant so quickly. He’d have to remember this for the future.

  He pulled on his coat and tucked the ruined tie into his pocket. Then he logged off his computer and went to meet Lucinda in the lobby. She stood waiting for him with no sign of brat on her face, just a wide grin.

  “It’s not appropriate to come here, sweetheart.”

  She nodded. “I…”

  “Yes, I know. You were testing me. And I was true to my word, so I think we can be done with the testing now, correct?”

  “How many submissives have you had in the past?” she asked, startling him.

  He wrapped an arm around her and led her to the elevator for the parking garage. “Enough. But none like you.”

  “What does that mean?”

  He ushered her into the elevator and crowded her so he was in her face. “What do you want it to mean?”

  She licked her lips and looked past him. He gripped her chin and brought her gaze back to his. “Tell me the truth, Lucinda. What do you want it to mean?”

  “That I’m special. That you’ll consider keeping me,” she whispered. So honest and exposed. He wanted to wrap her up and give her everything she hadn’t been given in the past. Everything she so clearly needed.

  “Both those are true, sweetheart. I didn’t like that you came to my workplace, but you were a very good girl in there. You stayed still, and I was proud of you for asking for what you wanted from me.”

  She smiled, and the pride shone in her eyes. Yes, this was the right way to train her. Lavish her with praise, keep her punishments away from any kind of pain, let the pain she craved be her reward. “Do I get to ask you something, Master?”

  “When you’re so good for me like this, there’s almost nothing I wouldn’t give you.”

  She licked her lips again, and this time he surged forward and tasted her in a deep, drugging kiss, tongues tangling until they were both breathless.

  “Ask me.”

  “Will you fuck me tonight?”

  His mouth kicked up in a half-grin. “We’ll see.”

  She huffed, but before she could say anything, he plunged forward and kissed her again until the elevator pinged and he ushered her off and toward his SUV. She walked quietly and didn’t say one word, keeping her head down as she slipped into the passenger seat. He couldn’t imagine her holding her tongue for much longer. Tonight would be interesting indeed.

  Chapter Nine

  Lucinda bit the inside of her cheek the entire way to Theo’s house so she wouldn’t say anything to ruin her chances of finally being fucked. Her body tingled from her office orgasm, but her mind couldn’t let go of the image of Theo above her, pounding into her until she screamed.

  “You’re quiet, sweetheart. Do I need to be worried?”

  “About what?”

  He pulled off the highway toward his Eden Prairie home. “When you’re quiet, you’re usually stewing.”

  “I’m not stewing, I’m just trying to muzzle myself so you’ll finally fuck me.”

  He tapped on the clock. “That muzzle lasted about nineteen minutes. I’m sure that’s a new record for you.”

  “Oh shut up. I’m usually not this way with other people.”

  He raised both brows and turned to her. “Really?”

  “Well, not like I am with you.”

  “You mean I’m the only one who’s received the gift of this spirit. I quite like that. I’d hate for you to waste all that fire on someone who doesn’t appreciate it.”

  Warmth flushed her cheeks. She’d expected him to get angry or complain about how he has to deal with her bitchiness, but instead he’d complimented her. She didn’t know what to do with him. He was flip-flopping everything she knew. “Thank you, Theo.”

  “You’re welcome, Lucy.”

  She blinked and looked at him. “No one’s called me Lucy since…”

  He pulled into the garage and parked before turning to her. “Since when?”

  “Since I was a little girl. When my parents… Well, it doesn’t matter.”

  “It does matter. Do you like the name?”

  She looked at her hands gripped together tightly on her lap. “I used to. I like the way you say it.”

  “Do you still see your parents?” he asked, tugging at her hands so he could link them with his.

  “Not really. I go for Christmas, if I can afford the plane tickets. They live in the South, so I don’t get down there that often.”

  “Would you like to see them more?”

  She swallowed past the lump in her throat and looked up at him. “They don’t really like me that much.” She took a deep breath and tried to remember that she was happy with who she was. “It’s okay. I’m a lot for anyone, and I do get that I’m not everyone’s flavor.”

  He slipped out of the car and came to her side, taking her hand gently and pulling her out. “Parents are supposed to look past our flaws.”

  She tried to smile. “I’m not sure mine got the memo. It’s okay. I mean, when I was in high school, it was a revolving door of boyfriends in and out of my room, and then at art school, well, let’s just say my parents don’t exactly approve of my sexual openness.” />
  “Their loss,” he said and dropped a kiss onto her forehead.

  “You’re not going to tell me that maybe I should try to be more discrete and circumspect around them?”

  He laughed then and shook his head. “Sweetheart, I don’t see you ever being able to take the you out of you, and I’d never want that for you. If they don’t see how special you are, it’s too bad for them.”

  “The thing is that they wanted a Southern deb. They wanted me to be a trophy wife who married a good Southern boy and raised lots of babies and got fat. My brother married one of those girls. They live next to my parents now and give them grandbabies, and his wife tells me how horrible I am every time I visit.”

  “She what?”

  Lucinda took a deep breath and plowed ahead. “When I was a little girl, my mom put me on the pageant circuit. I did pretty well too.”

  He nodded. “I can see that.”

  “But then when I was sixteen, I got caught blowing one of the judges in the changing room, and that sort of ended that.”

  He laughed, and warmth curled up inside her. “God, I would have loved to see that. Were you trying to ensure your win?”

  “No. I didn’t care about winning. At that point, I already had huge tits that spilled out of my bikini, so I was pretty sure that all the Christian matron judges were going to low ball me anyway. But the dude I was blowing…”

  She stopped in front of the door into his house and considered whether she should be telling him all this. Would this be a reason he’d later give about why he didn’t want to keep her?

  “Don’t stop now, sweetheart. I’m deeply amused, and the picture in my head is making me hard as a rock.”

  Well. Then. In for a penny, in for a pound.

  “The dude I was blowing was the father of one of the other contestants. She’d been a huge bitch to me on the pageant circuit for years, always saying all these snide remarks. I blew her dad because I knew I’d get caught and I knew it would humiliate her.”

  He laughed. “Oh, brat, I shouldn’t laugh because revenge is never a good idea, but I can’t help it. I love thinking of my adorable slutty brat using all her resources to defeat her enemy. Clever girl. So you got her back?”