TYCOON_His Money. His Harley. His Control.

by Maggie Carpenter

  She was dressed in a cupless red satin corset trimmed in black, and silky black stockings. Her nipples were puckered, and he could see goosebumps on her arms. She was in heaven. Slowly walking behind her, he moved his hand over her naked backside, then landed a slap. He was rewarded with a quick gasp, and reaching into his pocket he withdrew a blindfold, placed it over her eyes and secured it behind her head.

  "How are you, Mary?" he whispered, his mouth at her ear.

  "Wonderful, Sir."

  Sliding her hair from her neck, he lowered his lips and sucked in her skin. Her whimpered moan urged him on, and moving his hand to the front of her body, he slid his fingers past her stomach, and pressed his fingers into her sex. Letting out a soft cry she leaned back against him, then caught her breath as he swept her into his arms.

  Weak with pleasure, Mary was grateful to be off her feet, and assumed he'd carry her to the bedroom, but as the seconds ticked by, she could sense he wasn't climbing the stairs. When he sat her on a cold, hard surface, she had no idea where she was, but the ding of the microwave told her she was in the kitchen.

  "Look at your beautiful tits," he purred, rubbing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Now for a little pain!"

  "Ow."

  "Pain and pleasure, that's how it works."

  She could hear him step away and open the microwave, but he was gone only a brief moment before he returned and ordered her to open her mouth. He placed something warm against her tongue, and a moment later, hot, delicious chocolate flowed through her mouth.

  "Close your lips," he ordered as he pulled back the spoon. "What do you say?"

  "Thank you, Sir. That is so good."

  "It's gourmet lava cake. Open wide for another bite."

  Gratefully she took the second helping, moaning with delight as the melted fudge oozed through her mouth.

  "Would you like more?"

  "Yes, please."

  "I'll have to tweak your nipples."

  "Ooh."

  "Yes, or no?"

  "Yes, please. Ow, ow."

  He had pinched them sharply, but as the chocolate slipped into her mouth, and his lips covered hers in an all-consuming kiss, the dull ache was forgotten.

  But his kiss ended as abruptly as it had begun.

  She was suddenly being thrown over his shoulder. Her squeal was involuntary, but still earned a stinging slap. He was carrying her down some stairs. Setting her on her feet, he lifted her arms and closed her fingers around a cold bar. Fur-lined shackles followed, and testing them, she discovered they were attached to the pole. His hands began moving quickly over her body, occasionally smacking as they traveled down her legs, into her sex, and up to her breasts.

  "You provoked me this morning," he murmured, kissing her neck. "You'll always get what you ask for, and we both know what that was."

  "I, uh…"

  "You're not attempting to deny it, are you?"

  "Uh, no, Sir."

  "Just as well."

  She felt him move away, then heard rustling. It reminded her of the time in her bedroom when she'd thought he was undressing, but it had been the sound of a plastic bag holding the water pistol. She couldn't help but wonder if he had a plastic bag holding another surprise. But her question was quickly answered. He was suddenly behind her, and his rigid, and she could feel his rigid, naked cock.

  "It's time for you to meet the pizza peel," he murmured, kissing her neck. "One good swat. It's all that's required."

  Mary had never felt such butterflies.

  He stepped back.

  Merciless seconds ticked by, then something cold was resting on her bottom.

  "Ready?"

  "Uh, yes, Sir."

  The wallop was red hot, and she yelled loudly and she stamped her feet.

  "Easy," he purred, moving his arm around her waist, and rubbing her scalded skin. "You'll remember that, won't you, Mary?"

  "Ooh, yes, Sir."

  "It's reserved for bad behavior. Not mischief, but temper tantrums, or, and listen carefully—putting yourself at risk."

  His words echoed through her head.

  "I'll always be grateful for what you did in my office, but you only threaten with a gun if it's real and you know how to use it. If you want to learn about guns, I'll arrange it. Have I made my point, or do I need to pick up the pizza peel again?"

  "You've made your point, Sir," she said breathlessly.

  Slipping his fingers into her drenched sex, he explored and toyed until her whimpers of pain became moans of pleasure, then stepping back, he picked up a glass of champagne.

  "I have a drink for you. Open your mouth."

  The effervescent wine slid down her throat, and she let out a grateful sigh.

  "Thank you, Sir. May I please have more?"

  "Since you asked so nicely," he said softly, placing the glass at her lips.

  "Thank you, Sir. May I ask you something?"

  "Certainly."

  "Where we are?"

  "Wherever you want to be. A dungeon in a Chateau. The cabin of a ship. An English manor house. You choose. Where are we, Mary?"

  "Ooh, Sir. I love this so much."

  "I know. So do I. Where are we?"

  "The champagne! We must be in the South of France, in one of those catacomb wine cellars."

  "Indeed we are," he murmured. "Deep underground. You can relax for a minute, but only a minute. I'm going to place you in a spreader bar and inspect every inch of you."

  His words sent a flush across her face, and a fresh flow through her legs. She wondered if she was having an amazing dream, and she'd wake up to find herself back in her bed with a deadline looming, but when she felt the shackles being locked around her ankles, it hit her. It was a dream, one that was coming true. Mason was her fantasy man, the man she'd imagined when writing her books. Sweet, but tough, a handsome, successful, Harley-riding biker and animal lover. Most of all, he was a strong, loving Dominant with a warm, caring heart.

  "Sir?"

  "Yes, Mary."

  "Please, Sir, will you kiss me?"

  Her request had been a soft plea, but he could feel her need to be kissed was profound and deep. Moving in front of her, he gently removed her blindfold, and staring into her sparkling eyes, he could see what his heart had heard.

  "Mary, Mary," he whispered, moving his hands into her hair, "is there something you want to tell me?"

  "Mason, I…"

  "It's okay. Tell me."

  "I can't."

  "Yes, you can. Trust me. Take a leap of faith. Say it."

  "I, uh, I love you."

  As he watched a lone tear dribble down her cheek, the wave of heat in his throat was as large as the swell of his heart.

  "I love you too, Mary. I love everything about you. Everything."

  His lips met hers in a breathless, time-stopping kiss. The world stood still as their tongues danced, any lingering doubts evaporated, and their hungry souls touched.

  EPILOGUE

  The investigation into Edward's attempted murder was quickly resolved. The young waitress George manipulated answered every question unhesitatingly. She was so distraught and remorseful, the District Attorney recommended community service. George wasn't so fortunate. In spite of his eager cooperation, and the efforts of an expensive criminal defensive lawyer, time behind bars was unavoidable. Meeks was considered a flight risk and denied bail, but in a deal to have his sentence reduced, he volunteered the secrets of the Melville building, and ratted on Lou D'Agosta. Under the cement basement floor the police uncovered five bodies. Meeks swore he'd had nothing to do with their deaths. Lou had ordered them executed, and had tasked Meeks with their disposal.

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  Edward was released from hospital and recovering at home. With his dear friend out of danger, Mason flew Mary to his family's farm to meet his parents and brother.

  "I never thought I'd see this day," Mason's mother said when she and Mary shared a moment alone. "I cannot tell you how d
elighted I am to meet you. I'm a worrier when it comes to my sons, and I hated to see pictures of Mason with women wearing false eyelashes long enough to trip over. I underestimated him. I should've known he had his head on straight."

  Mary hugged her tightly. It had been a unique compliment, but Mary had been deeply touched.

  The open spaces were a doggie paradise, and Pete was the source of endless entertainment. He played with the farm's border collies, and investigated the many fascinating foreign smells. More than once Mason had to hunt for him, only to find him digging furiously, determined to ferret out whatever strange creature was living beneath the surface.

  When they returned to the city, they discovered significant progress had been made in the large backyard. The red barn and log cabin had been completed, and several life-sized animal statues were strategically placed on the lawn. The celebrations for July 4th were approaching, and the landscape architects assured Mason the work would be finished in time. Mary was involved in the preparation of the festivities, and found she possessed exceptional organizational skills. Since the 4th fell on a Thursday, the festivities were to be held over that weekend.

  It was a few days before the big event, and Mason walked into the room she'd set up as an office. She was on the phone problem solving with one of the caterers, and Pete was sitting on her lap. She waved him into a chair, and as he sat across from her, he marveled at her clever ideas, and diplomatic way of presenting them.

  "If you have any more problems, just call me," she said as the conversation came to a close. "I'm sure we can work them out. I look forward to seeing you on Friday night. Bye. There! Crisis averted," she declared, hanging up the phone. "Did you need to talk to me about something?"

  "You missed your calling. You should be a professional arbitrator."

  "I don't even know what that is, but thank you. So, what's up? Are you all right? You've got a strange look in your eye."

  "Fine, yes, but…"

  "Mason? You've gone all red. I think that's the first time I've seen you blush."

  "Do you remember I said I'm a doer?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "A doer doesn't do things half-baked. The thing is, Mary, this arrangement we have, it's half-baked."

  "It doesn't feel half-baked," she replied, grinning across at him. "What's this about?"

  "I was going to do this over dinner tonight, but I'm suddenly feeling—! Dammit. I don't know what I'm doing. No, that came out wrong. I know exactly what I'm doing, I'm just not doing it very well. Okay. I'm going to do this text book."

  "What on earth are you going on about?" she asked, watching him rise from his chair and walk around her desk.

  "Mary," he said, softly, kneeling in front of her, "I want—" but deciding Mason had crouched down to pet him, he began licking his face. "Dammit, Pete, no, not now. Oh, dear God, this is not how it was supposed to go."

  "How what was supposed to go?"

  "Isn't it obvious?" he exclaimed, his urgent eyes looking up at her. "Mary, I want you to be my wife. There. I said it. Sorry, that wasn't very—"

  But he didn't have a chance to finish. Almost crushing Pete, she'd thrown her arms around his neck.

  "I can't imagine my life without you," he said huskily. "I love you, Mary. I love you and I need you. When I come home and you're here, it feels right, and if you don't mind me sounding like some hokey greeting card, you light up my world every time I look at you."

  "For someone who isn't good at romantic stuff, you just hit a home run," she said softly, pulling back and gazing at him. "I feel all those things too."

  As their lips met, Pete suddenly turned around on her lap, deciding he want to kiss her too.

  "He wants to marry you as well," Mason chuckled

  "Ick, okay, Pete, but kisses are your master's domain."

  "Master," he repeated. "I like that. I think that's how you should refer to me under certain circumstances."

  "Certain circumstances? I'm sure I don't know what you mean. Can you give me an example?"

  "You're being provocative."

  "Who me?"

  "Tonight you'll try it on for size."

  "Why wait? Whatever pleases you, Master. For the rest of our lives, whatever pleases you."

  THE END

  TAKING CHARGE: BLAZING ROMANCE SUSPENSE SERIES

  BOOK ONE

  COWBOY: His Ranch. His Rules. His Secrets.

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  SASS, SIZZLE, SUPSENSE, AND A SPLASH OF THE SUPERNATURAL.

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  BOOK TWO

  SPY: His Mission. His Orders. His Promise.

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  A LONG LOST LOVE. SMOKE AND MIRRORS. SIZZLING SUSPENSE.

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  BOOK THREE

  SHERIFF: His Town. His Laws. His Justice.

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  STRICT AND SHIRTLESS. WILY AND WILLFULL. STALKING DANGER.

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  BOOK FOUR

  WARLOCK: His Coven. His Magick. His Soulmate.

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  IS THERE SUCH THING AS ETERNAL LOVE?

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  BOOK FIVE

  BOSS: His Power. His Wealth. His Demands.

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  HE THOUGHT HE HAD IT ALL- UNTIL HE MET FIERY REDHEAD.

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  ALPHA MALE MASTER SERIES

  Each Book HEA and Stand Alone

  DRAKE

  Vigilante Bodyguard

  SCARY HAS NEVER BEEN SO HOT!

  LOGAN

  Cowboy Bodyguard

  THERE'S A NEW COWBOY IN TOWN, AND HE'S TAKIN' NO PRISONERS.

  MASTER ZANE

  The Rogue Aristocrat

  NO TRUTH IS WORSE THAN A LIE, OR IS IT…?

  HER BARBARIAN MASTER

  Forbidden Love

  MOTORYCYLE MASTER

  Bad Boy Angel

  FALLING IN LOVE WASN'T PART OF THE DEAL…!

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  CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE SUSPENSE

  PROTECTING PAIGE

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  WILD WEST COWBOYS

  TUCKER'S JUSTICE

  RHETT'S REVENGE

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  SCIFI ROMANCE

  THE ALIEN'S RULES