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  "Hold onto me, sweetness," he commanded, lifting her up. He wrapped her legs around his waist and undid his pajamas, freeing his swollen erection. Positioning his thick cock at her drenched entrance, he rubbed the head back and forth. Then he pushed his member inside her warm heat like a battering ram breaching an enemy's gate. The walls of her pussy tightened, drawing him deeper, and he groaned. Feeling the tight fisted glove of her channel suctioning him deeper, the control that he normally held in check, snapped.

  His fantasies were going to have to wait. She felt too good. He had dreamt of being inside her again for too damn long. With a groan, he stumbled over to the nearest wall, still seated to the hilt inside her. Using the wall for support, his fingers dug into her hips as he thrust his pelvis, pounding his length inside her greedy, welcoming flesh.

  Claiming her lips, he shifted the angle, bringing one of her legs up so that he was stroking deeper. He grunted, shuttling his length in brutal, hammering strokes. Her cries drove him higher, he felt his balls tighten, his dick swelling. One hand snaked between them; he pinched her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, sending her over the edge.

  His entire system jerked as his orgasm hit and his seed shot from his cock into her clasping pussy.

  He used the wall for support as Lia lay limply around him; her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder.

  "Next round I'm going to restrain you, sweetness," he warned her, his breathing still shallow.

  At his words, her body stiffened and she shoved at his chest. When he didn't oblige her any freedom of movement, she bucked against him. "Let me down."

  "No." He gripped her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his stare. He wouldn't let her back away from him. The bond, the fire between them was too potent to be denied. She made him lose control until all he could think of was sinking into her slick warmth.

  "It was fun, but it's over. Put me down and then, if you don't mind, please leave." She dismissed him like a queen ordering her servant.

  "Is that so? So you got your rocks off and think that's all this was?" Like hell, and she knew it. She'd have to dynamite him out of her room at this point.

  "Isn't it? I don't know you, you don't know me. Now, if you don't mind…" She pushed at his chest for emphasis. Her protestations were like a butterfly trying to move an elephant.

  "I will, on one condition: you convince me you don't want me," he commanded. Two could play whatever the hell game she was playing.

  She didn't bat an eyelid. "I don't want you."

  Her nipples were pointed tips against his chest, her pussy rippling around his semi-hard shaft still buried deep inside her, betraying her sharp words. He didn't know why she was denying the heat between them, why she wanted to shut him out of her life. Well, that was too damn bad on her account. He wasn't about to let her go.

  "Liar." He hefted her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, walking to the couch. It was time they got their relationship in order. She screeched, struggling against his hold. He swatted her rear as his arm vised around her legs.

  He went to the sofa, pushing his hand between the cushion and arm rest until he found what he was looking for. Thankfully, Declan was the type of Dom who prepared for anything, anywhere, at any time—like needing to discipline a misbehaving sub—and had retro fit every piece of furniture in his home with hidden leather restraints. You just had to know where to look.

  "Put me down, you son of a bitch. This isn't funny anymore, you ass," she spat, squirming.

  Still holding her, he sat with his wildcat on the couch, and looped the leather cuffs around her wrists, effectively cutting off her escape route. He was going to tan her hide for lying.

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  "Let me go!" Ophelia uttered each word, punctuating it with force so there was no further misunderstanding between them. She should have slammed the door in his face when he first arrived. What the hell had she been thinking?

  In her defense, her sleepy, jet lagged mind had only been able to focus on the beauty of his naked chest and the ripped muscles with a happy trail covering his abdomen. Staring at that tight 'V' of muscles as it disappeared beneath his midnight blue pajama bottoms; slung low around his hips, her brain had clicked off. In its place, the memories from their one night together had surged to the forefront, and the thought of feeling him inside her again had swept aside her common sense. What was it about that part of a man's anatomy that made smart girls dumb? Then he'd given her a kiss, a toe-curling, I-don't-remember-my-name type of kiss, one that shook her soul, making any thought or logical argument ineffective, and she had been lost in her desire, reveling in the feel of him.

  And now, she wanted to leave and couldn't. She tested the leather cuffs, yanking on them as fury settled in her body. Why did it surprise her that she found herself restrained in the leather cuffs? It showed just how little she'd been firing on all cylinders of late. It had to be pregnancy brain or something, because normally she wasn't this dense—nor was she stupid, considering she'd graduated magna cum laude. Ophelia should have connected the dots sooner than this considering the forceful, demanding nature of his lovemaking. He overpowered her, made her surrender her will to his desires, and allow him to set the pace of their lovemaking.

  He lived in a loft apartment above a BDSM club, for heaven's sake. He was a Dom, he had to be, there was no other explanation that fit him quite so perfectly. It also clarified so much about him. Why he moved with such confidence and ease throughout the world. The way his orders were followed unquestionably at the club that night. The reason she'd turned to him, needing his strength that night, wanting that attention focused on her.

  She'd never had a one-night stand before. Ophelia had never craved a man's touch with a desire that bordered on desperation until he'd rescued her like a knight on horseback. It was only him, too, which made her all the more furious with herself. Why couldn't she be physically attracted to someone more suited, less volatile, like one of her fellow colleagues at the university? One heated glance from his hungry amber eyes, and she was willing to throw caution to the wind and submit to whatever he desired.

  And after everything, what should have stoked her ire did the complete opposite. Being naked and bound before him thrilled her in a corner of her heart she rarely ever admitted existed. Her body hummed in an anticipation so fierce her body shook with the force.

  He sat next to her. His large hands re-positioned her body, turning her over on her belly so that she was face-down, lying across his lap. In this position, her bare bottom lay over his thighs. Her breasts rubbed against the sofa fabric. The restraints afforded her enough movement to bend her arms so she could rest her forehead on her hands.

  "What are you doing?" She wriggled, attempting to escape his grasp, while a part of her purred in intoxicated delight.

  "Punishing you. I don't like liars, sweetness, nor will I take that level of disrespect from you."

  "What?" She screeched, bucking her hips as his palm connected with her backside and swatted her exposed flesh. "Are you insane? I will rip your balls off and serve them up fried if you don't let me go this instant!"

  "Keep it up, Lia, and you won't sit pretty for a week," he warned.

  Tobias's hand connected with her rump and burning pain jolted her system. He counted each stroke with methodical precision. Ophelia struggled, fighting against the onslaught as the fire in her ass ignited and was inflamed with each whack across her bottom. He smacked the left cheek, slapped the right, and then would land a swat that spanned both globes, grazing her sensitive pussy. Tears pricked her eyes as the pain of the spanking radiated throughout her entire being.

  When his hand stilled, rubbing the burning globes of her ass, the dam inside her broke and she sobbed. Great heaving cries, as the tumultuous ride her emotions had been on of late convalesced in this moment and burst forth. Tobias shifted her body, mindful of her bound hands, and cradled her in his arms with her head against his chest. Her bottom was engulfed in flames, throbbing from his sound
spanking.

  He gently rubbed her arms, holding her close.

  "It's all over now, sweetness. Don't make me do that again. I didn't enjoy it, but I will not brook that type of blatant lying, not when your body is telling me otherwise. You can't deny the attraction between us, can you?"

  Sucking in a shuddering breath, she shook her head. "No, I can't. I'm sorry."

  "You're forgiven. Can I ask you why you ran that night?" he murmured, and she felt the resonance of his words inside her chest.

  "I don't know." She studied the rise and fall of his chest, evading an honest response. When he put it that way, it made her feel like a complete fool. He cupped her chin, drawing her gaze toward his liquid amber eyes that brooked her no quarter.

  "Ophelia, please don't lie to me. I cannot abide liars. Tell me why you left that night without even saying goodbye."

  Embarrassed at how badly she had bungled things, she closed her eyes to avoid his direct stare, which left her soul bared before him. "I left because I didn't want to be disappointed."

  "Disappointed over what? Clarify it for me." He rubbed his thumb over her lips in a bittersweet caress.

  "Because I've never had, never experienced, a night like that, and if I had stayed it would have ruined how wonderful it all had been between us," she finally admitted, feeling small and inept.

  One of the casualties of studying eighteenth century literature had been her dating life. Discovering that real flesh and blood men couldn't compare with fictional men had been a blow of mythic proportions. Call her crazy, but Ophelia wanted a man who not only understood the definition of honor, but exemplified it with his behavior.

  "You didn't think it could possibly be the start of something great, and decided to make the decision for both of us without even seeing what I wanted? You don't find that the least bit self-serving?" he asked.

  When he put it that way, she glanced at him and cringed. "I'm sorry, but I just didn't see the point. To be honest, I didn't think it would matter, or that you would have cared whether I stayed or not. In fact, I thought that you would have been more relieved than anything that you didn't have to pretend that you were going to call."

  "I cared."

  She'd hurt him. It didn't mean she was onboard with their relationship, but in an effort to lay salve over the wound she'd unintentionally created, she kissed him with every ounce of remorse she felt. She kissed him like her life depended on it, whittling her world to his lips. His shadow beard rubbed against her, stinging her lips as he took over, invading her senses, staging a campaign to win her surrender.

  The hand which had been stroking her arm in an effort to comfort, cupped her breast, teasing the nipple into a turgid peak. Then it moved to its twin, circling the areola with the pad of his thumb as the sensitive flesh swelled beneath his masterful touch. He never stopped kissing her, possessing her mouth, and she willingly gave in to his fervent demands.

  She opened her legs as his hand traveled south, caressing her slightly rounded belly. She couldn't think of how big it was going to be in a few short months. There was a firmness there now that there hadn't been before. She wondered if he noticed. Then she wondered no more as his fingers stroked the nether lips of her pussy.

  He took his time, testing her response to each caress, trailing his hand over the hood of her clit. Circling the hardened nub as her desire flamed higher with every touch. He scraped the pad of his calloused forefinger across her clit and she moaned. His mouth swallowed her cries.

  She felt his shaft lengthen and harden beneath her tender rear. It amazed her that she could want him again, especially after the sound spanking. It didn't matter whether she had probably deserved it or not, and now the heat of her bruised, scorching buttocks merged with the pulsing livewire of ecstasy in her womb.

  They moaned in unison as he slid two fingers inside the quivering folds of her vagina, then pressed his thumb against her clitoris, sending electric sparks to her core. The duel sensations of his fingers shuttling in and out with rapid precision was just enough to drive her body to the edge of ecstasy without her tumbling over the ledge. The nearly painful pressure of his thumb against her clitoris had her crying out as it mingled and transformed into a razor-sharp pleasure so pronounced her head fell back as she rode the waves. The flesh of her pert nub swelled as he rotated the pad of his thumb in hard circles, never releasing the tight bud.

  He kept thrusting his fingers, adding a third digit, and giving her the most glorious finger-fucking she'd ever experienced. Need ratcheted up in ceaseless waves, pulling her body tighter, perched closer to the edge of release. Just when the first tendrils of release began, he backed off his fervent plunges, slowing the hammering thrusts until it subsided, and then began the process again. The tortuous pleasure drove her mad, ratcheting her desire to new heights of ecstasy.

  Ophelia whimpered as he restricted her movement, keeping her from thrusting her pelvis, holding her prisoner to his delicious and thorough lovemaking. His lips left her mouth, and he focused his gaze on the swollen folds of her pussy lips. Her nails dug into his chest, carving little half-moons.

  His hand plundered her depths, his fingers sawing in and out of her channel in hard unyielding thrusts.

  "Come for me," Tobias commanded as he lifted his thumb from her clit and all the blood rushed back to the distended bud.

  The scream she emitted from her mouth was almost inhuman as she unraveled. Her orgasm clutched at his fingers, which were still embedded and thrusting in her pussy until the shuddering clenching of her channel subsided. Tobias withdrew his fingers from her entrance, licking them clean of her creamy juices. Ophelia slumped against his chest, deliciously spent; she made no protest as he positioned her onto her side. Then he lay down behind her so that the full length of the front of his body lay against her back. He situated her cuffed wrists up around his neck, the bindings making it nigh impossible for her to move away from him. He opened her thighs, laying her left leg on top, over his hip, which provided him full access to her sex.

  He held her legs wide open as he guided his enormous cock to the swollen folds of her vagina, rubbing the smooth head through her slick crease. He pushed the crown inside and the walls of her pussy compressed, attempting to wrench him deeper. But he seemed bent on a new level of delicious torture, holding her still, only giving her the swollen tip of his penis.

  She panted, shaking as her need spiraled. She strained, undulating her pelvis, craving the glorious fucking only he could give her, except his fingers dug into her hips, stopping any movement. One hand swatted the tender flesh of her ass, already bruised from his earlier attentions, and her muscles spasmed, sending volts of electric pleasure from her ass straight to her pussy.

  "Please," she pleaded, writhing, her eyes damn near rolling back into her head as he held them both torturously still.

  "Call me 'Master', and I will give your body exactly what it craves."

  Huh? Was this a trick? He shifted his pelvis, just enough to push his member in a further inch before he withdrew almost entirely until just the tip was buried in her swollen flesh. She whimpered. Who cared what his agenda was, in this moment, she wanted nothing more than for him to fuck her brains out, craved the delicious orgasm he could provide but held just out of her reach. She'd call him whatever the hell he wanted.

  "Please, Master," she begged, the razor's edge of pleasure slicing her stiff control into julienne strips.

  Stars exploded behind her lids as he slammed his dick inside her tight channel. He gave her three glorious, hard thrusts, then stilled again with his member stretching her tight sheath, teasing the lip of her cervix.

  "No! Don't stop, please," she whined, gasping. Her hands gripped the back of his head, her fingers clasping the silky waves of his thick, brandy-colored hair as she could do nothing but accept what he gave her. She panted at the small scraps of pleasure he doled out. He felt so huge, stretching the walls of her vagina. She tightened her Kegel muscles, flexing them around his burly co
ck.

  His teeth clamped over her shoulder and he bit down, growling. The small bite of pain drove her closer to the edge and she gasped at the unintentional pleasure-pain zinging through her overwrought nerve endings.

  "Tell me what you want, sweetness," he ordered, releasing her shoulder as he traced the line of her neck with his tongue, placing little nibbling bites along the path.

  "I want you to… Jesus!" Her body was putty in his embrace and she let go, surrendering to his masterful touch. The tightly wound control she lived her life by snapped under his loving, and she could actually feel all of her inhibitions go up in flames.

  "Yes?" He nibbled her ear, making her eyes cross at the newest sensation. The man had a mouth on him that could solve world peace and make any woman agree to anything so long as he didn't stop fixating all his carnal attentions on her.

  "Fuck me, Tobias. I want you to fuck me," she panted, mindless as heat scorched her from the inside out.

  He growled in her ear at her use of his name. "What's my name?"

  Her brain blanked momentarily, "Um, Master."

  "Good girl." She felt the vibration of his lips against the back of her neck and then all thoughts deserted her as he delivered on his promise.

  He rotated his hips in a seesaw motion, not sanctioning any movements from her, instead using his body to restrain hers as he plundered her quaking sheath. In and then out, hitting a new set of nerve endings with each little shift and variation of his forceful thrusts. Her body greedily accepted all that he was giving her, she was surrounded in him. He fucked her, pummeling his thick length inside her pussy repeatedly, making her lose her sense of time and space. In this moment nothing else existed but their twined heartbeats, their bodies connected in the most intimate fashion.

  One of his hands strummed the engorged nub of her clit while the other dug into her hip, holding her in place. The combination of his fingers stroking her as he pounded his length inside, rubbing his cock along her g-spot, was incredible. The pleasure was so intense she felt like she was about to launch into orbit.