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to tie you up, many different ways. I will torment your nipples and whip your cunt and make you beg for release.”
    Her breath stalled. “Oh, yes.”
    His expression darkened. “And I’m going to fuck you. Would you like that, Tess?” His hand cradled a caged breast as though he couldn’t resist the temptation. “I’m going to shove my cock into your cunt and fill you.”
    “Yes, please.”
    “And you agree to all that? Of your own free will?”
    “Yes?”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good. Because I don’t want you-know-who complaining that I seduced you.”
    She swallowed a chuckle. “Oh, no Master.”
    He pinched her nipple. She jumped. “Never say no. Not to me. Not when we’re like this. Do you understand?”
    “Yes Master.”
    “Open your lips. I want them always apart, ready for my cock.”
    She opened her lips, couldn’t resist wetting them with a quick dab of her tongue.
    “Christ.” Jared flopped back on the couch and dragged his fingers through his hair. Tess could see the outline of his cock in his pants. It was rigid. And pulsing. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
    She edged closer. She longed to run her hand up his thigh and test the thick wedge nudging his belly but her hands were tied. “I want to taste you.”
    He flinched. “Jesus, Tess. Stop talking. You’re going to make me come.”
    “Would that be bad?” She shot him a sly glance. Dabbed at her lips again.
    “Yes.” She did not anticipate his snarl. “I want to come inside you the first time. And we have a long way to go before that can happen.”
    “We do?” It didn’t seem so difficult to her. He could tip her back on the carpet and be inside her in a flash. She was certainly ready. Her cunt wept, slick trails dribbled between her thighs. Deep inside, her womb ached for his caress.
    “We do.” He put both hands on her shoulders and tipped her back, then escaped, levering off the couch. He headed for a high table by the desk, snatched something from it and stormed back. He held up a long, slender strip of leather. “Do you know what this is?”
    She shook her head.
    “It’s a collar.” He swallowed. “Your collar. If you accept me as your Master, I want you to put it on. Around your neck. Tight enough to remind you to whom you belong. Will you do that?”
    She nodded.
    Without a word, he came down on his knees beside her and gently unhooked her wrists. She lifted them and flexed, urging her circulation to return. When she was ready, he handed her the collar. He watched with sharp eyes as she lifted it and wrapped it around her neck.
    “Tight. Tighter.”
    She found a fit that pleased him and flipped the snap in place. Perhaps it was her imagination but the sound resonated through her.
    He traced the collar reverently with a blunt thumb. “You just made yourself mine, Tess,” he murmured. Then he bent his head and, for the first time, kissed her.
     
    Delight flooded Jared as he drew in Tess’ essence. She tasted like cinnamon and oranges. He’d known she would be delicious but never imagined she’d be this sweet. His lips, demanding, hungry, played over hers. He didn’t want the kiss to end. He wanted to dissolve in her mouth.
    But there were more pressing needs.
    He put his hand to the back of her neck and eased her over the seat of the couch. She flinched as the cool leather caressed her hot skin. Gently, he arranged her arms, folded them high up over her head. He tipped her chin so she faced him, and then sat back, transfixed by the sight she made before him. In this position her back arched slightly and her ass thrust out. The girdle rose, exposing damp lips. They hadn’t shaved her. The thought of doing it himself sent a snarl through his belly.
    “Don’t move.” Slowly, he inspected her from collar to crack, reveling in her tiny shivers at his touch.
    She was beautiful. Exquisite. Her skin was creamy, smooth and warm. He rubbed his palm over the globes of her ass. God,