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his office door , I was even more on edge. The lo cked door was for security, but I had a feeling the music was for more than setting the mood.
    "Relax, Cassandra," he said soothingly.
    I gave him a look. "I am relaxed."
    " Y ou look like you're expecting me to pull a whip out o f my desk ."
    I did relax then, taking in t wo deep breaths and letting the m out slow. "So what are you going to do with me?"
    He pulled his chair until he was a few feet from me and sat down. "As much as I want to just bend you over that desk and..." He left it unsaid but the sound he made in the back of his throat stoked the warmth in the pit of my stomach. "W hat we're going to share together is on a whole other level, Cass. And I want that connection with you. But I want to do it right this time."
    I dug my nails into my palm to fight the part of me that wanted to believe every word he said but no amount of pain I inflicted on myself could dull the fact that I was still enthralled by him.
    "I'm not expecting yo u to be the perfect submissive,” he continued. “That is something that takes time. There's no bdsm crash course--but there are a few universal rules. The first- "
    "Anything you want," I cut in quickly. "You're in cha rge.
    His eyes glimmered with distaste. "Well what I want is for you to stay quiet unless I ask for your respons e. And you will address me as 'S ir' unless told otherwise . ”
    Not Master of My L iege? I thought sarcastically. But I kept quiet.
    "The cardi nal rule is that when we're in this mental and physical space , I have total control. You follow my commands without question."
    Again I had to hold my tongue. I expected a third r ule, but he just rose to his feet, stopping a few inches from me. His erection was raging, practically at eye level, but his voice was smooth and controlled.
    "I've dreamt about this, Cass." When his fi ngers intertwined with the dark strands of my hair, I felt myself leaning i nto his touch. I told myself it was all part of the ruse, the act to make h im believe I was falling for this dark lesson , but my heart said otherwise.
    He clutched my chin and forced it up, higher, until I felt my hair swishing back and forth along th e waistband of my lace panties. "I’m going to touch you, bu t you’re not to move an inch, say a word, or make a sound until I say otherwise. Understood?”
    I sh i vered and he raised an eyebrow. I gave him a reassuring smile. “I understand. Yes sir,” I added.
    I t seemed easy enough—j ust kneel and let him do his thing. But as soon as a finger crooked beneath my bra strap, I knew this wouldn’t be nearly as easy to pull off as I thought. Just the slight brush of his fingertip against my fle sh sent my body into overdrive. He was barely grazing my skin and my breathing was already labored.
    His other fingers joined the first and I made the mistake of glancing up at him at the exact moment that his fingers danced over my nipple. The hardened lust in his eyes found my own and I let out a husky 'oh!' that was immediately followed by him gripping my peak and squeezing. I winced as the pressure built bit by bit until my mouth hung open in a silent plea for him to stop. Just as tears rimmed my eyes, he did just that, sliding his hand back to my chin.
    "Not a single sound," he said firmly. I glared at him, but my anger was short-lived. I had bigger fish to fry—l ike how hot it made me w hen he grabbed both straps of m y bra and forc ed them over my shoulders, down and forward until my bre asts bounced from the cups. It was like he couldn't wait one more second before he took them in.
    He took one in each hand, the pale mounds stark against his gold, massive hands.  I didn't miss the way he shuddered with delight as he massaged a nd rolled them in his palm, sending a tremble of longing through me.
    "Do you want me, Cassandra?"
    "Yes sir," I said hoarsely. And god did I mean it. My panties were slicked and heavy with how much I wanted him. How much I needed