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reached up, gripping her no doubt sore ass enough to reawaken the burn. The little bundle of nerves was as hard as he’d ever seen a woman’s clit and a savage satisfaction filled him when he began to suckle the little nub gently and she came, screaming his name over and over. A fresh gush of her cream spilled from her sex and he greedily lapped it up, knowing that he could easily become addicted to her rich taste, if he wasn’t already. She undulated against his tongue, moaning incoherently and sending a fierce satisfaction roaring through him.
    When he finally pulled away and stepped back she was completely limp against his desk, her normally perfect hair a mess as her bun had come loose during her thrashing.
    She lazily opened her eyes and gave him a heart-melting smile. “Wow.”
    Even though he was dying to come and his balls felt like someone had kicked them, he somehow managed to maintain his composure and pull her skirt down before lifting her and turning Amanda around so she sat on the edge of his desk. Her lovely green eyes were still heavy lidded and she didn’t object when he took her hair down, running his fingers through the heavy, silken strands. Though she wasn’t the perfect beauty of his past girlfriends, there was something so real about her that to him she was the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. Her cheeks were still pink from her orgasm and her body soft against his as she cuddled close and sighed.
    When his erection pressed between her legs she tensed, then hesitantly went to reach for him. Before she could touch his dick and shred the last vestiges of his self-control, he stopped her. “No.”
    A little line formed between her eyes as she frowned up at him in confusion. “No?”
    “No. Your Master’s pleasure is a privilege you must earn.”
    She licked her lips and looked up at him from beneath her lashes. “What do I have to do to earn it, Master?”
    Just hearing her call him that made his balls draw up tight and his cock throb. “We’ll discuss that tomorrow. Right now we have work to do.”
    “What?”
    Her look of confusion was utterly adorable and he couldn’t help but grin at her. “Work, you know, that thing that puts bread on the table?”
    “But…I thought…” She looked down and her voice came out soft and unsure as she said, “You don’t want me to take care of you?”
    “I do, but not here and not now. Besides, you didn’t beg me.”
    “Please?” she said with a small smile.
    “No.” He grinned as she pouted up at him. “But, if you get all of your work done before it’s time to leave I may give you the opportunity to beg tonight.”
    She stiffened and gave him a narrow eyed look. “What do you mean tonight? You expect me to go home with you? To stay the night with you?”
    “You don’t want to?”
    “No, I don’t. That’s way too intimate.”
    “What’s wrong with that?”
    “I don’t want to.”
    “Do you have something else going on tonight?”
    He watched her consider lying to him, but finally shook her head. “No.”
    Actually, he hadn’t been talking about her spending the night, but now that she mentioned it he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink without her in his bed. He had an overwhelming desire to see her in his home, to have her presence bringing light to the big, empty space. The thought of falling asleep with Amanda in his arms was so fundamentally right that even though he felt a bit guilty about the whole blackmail thing he still used it to his advantage.
    “You think you’re going to pay for your crimes with one small spanking in my office? I own you and you will stay with me tonight if I say so.” He frowned at her. “Any other woman would be glad to have me invite her home with me.”
    She froze against him and the warmth in her gaze melted away, making him realize he’d just fucked up.
    “I see. So I’m just a possession, a thing to you. Another faceless conquest to fuck just like the rest of your sluts.”