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  Opal Carew

  The Office Slave #7: On His Knees

  Will his need to be in control destroy his only chance at happiness?

  Mr. Grant’s need to control everything in his life—including his women and his emotions—has cost him the one thing he truly desires. Sylvia. He wants her—no, he needs her—back in his life. To dominate her… and to care for her. But can he push himself to his emotional limits and do what it takes to win her back?

  The Captive (Red Hot Fantasies #4)

  Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…

  This standalone story continues the Red Hot Fantasies series, following Mr. King (from The Office Slave series) as he and another of his associates bring to life Kalie’s sexual fantasy of being kidnapped and overpowered.

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  “This one’s so hot, you might need to wear oven mitts while you’re reading it!”

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  “Whew! A curl-your-toes, hot and sweaty erotic romance. I didn’t put this book down until I read it from cover to cover… I highly recommend this one.”

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  The Office Slave #7: On His Knees

  The Captive (Red Hot Fantasies #4)

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  The Office Slave Series,

  Book 7 & Bonus

  Copyright 2016 Opal Carew

  ISBN: 9781927444443

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  First edition: March 2016

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  Will his need to be in control destroy his only chance at happiness?

  Mr. Grant’s need to control everything in his life—including his women and his emotions—has cost him the one thing he truly desires. Sylvia. He wants her—no, he needs her—back in his life. To dominate her… and to care for her. But can he push himself to his emotional limits and do what it takes to win her back?

  “I know you don’t mean to, but you have let someone hurt me.” She gazed at him with shimmering eyes. “And that someone is you.”

  His chest compressed. “Sylvia, I—”

  “And I will never be happy. Not as long as I’m with you. Because I’ll never have your heart.”

  Tears welled from her eyes and she stood up. “So I’m leaving.”

  Pain lanced through his heart. “But you can’t. You’re mine.”

  She walked to the desk and pulled out the envelope with the contract.

  “No.” she said simply. “I’m not.”

  Then she tore up the contract.

  He sat stunned as she turned and walked out.

  Sylvia knocked on the door and waited, her stomach churning. After several seconds, she knocked again. What if he wasn’t home?

  She saw a shadowy shape through the frosted glass of the door, then the door opened. As soon as she saw Slade’s familiar face, the tears she’d been holding back began to flow. She stepped into his arms and he held her close. The door closed behind her as she rested her head against his solid chest, allowing the comfort of his arms to sooth her.

  He held her for a few moments, then gently guided her into the living room and settled her on the couch beside him.

  “I’d ask if everything is okay, but clearly it’s not,” he said.

  She shook her head. “I left Mr. Grant.”

  He handed her a box of tissues and she wiped her eyes, then gazed at him.

  “I don’t want to cause problems between you and Mr. Grant,” she said, “but… I didn’t know where else to go. I didn’t want to go to Mr. King. That wouldn’t be fair to him.”

  “I told you to come to me and I’m glad you did. Don’t worry about Mr. Grant.”

  “But he’s your partner and—”

  “I said don’t worry about it. Okay?”

  His warm smile lit up his face and she couldn’t help but be reassured.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

  “There’s not much to say. I need more from him. I need closeness.” She wrung her hands together. “I need him to love me.”

  “And you don’t think he does?”

  She shook her head.

  “Do you love him?”

  She gazed into his warm charcoal eyes. “Yes. I do.”

  Her insides quivered and the tears began to flow again. He tugged her into his arms. She sobbed softly, as he held her close and stroked her hair. After a little while, he swept her up and carried her to his bedroom. He undressed her, then drew her into bed with him. She thought he’d make love to her, but he just cuddled her close. Her head rested against his chest and the steady beating of his heart soothed her, until finally she fell into a deep, slumberous sleep.

  Sylvia awoke, not sure where she was. And she didn’t care because in the darkness there were strong masculine arms around her, and a solid chest against her cheek. Naked and warm.

  She snuggled closer, breathing in his scent.

  It was Slade. He’d taken her in when she’d walked out on Mr. Grant.

  She stroked up his chest and along his jaw line, loving the feel of his scruffy whiskers.

  “You’re awake.” He stroked her hair, sending warm tingles through her.

  He was a good man. A loving, caring man.

  She pressed her lips to his chest in a soft kiss, loving the feel of his hard flesh. She stroked down his chest again and teased his nipple, feeling it harden under her fingertips. The sound of his increased breathing encouraged her and she glided her hand downward, along his taut abs, then over his boxers. His fingers curled around her wrist, stopping her as she tried to slip inside the thin fabric.

  “Sylvia, you’ve been through a lot tonight. I don’t think this is a good idea.”

  She gazed at him, seeing his charcoal eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

  “I do. I want to be closer to you,” She eased her hand from his grip and stroked over his rising cock. “I want to feel you inside me.”

  Her fingers curled around him and she squeezed.

  “You are far too persuasive for my piece of mind.” The words rumbled from deep in his chest.

  She stroked his long cock through the fabric, feeling him lengthen.

  “But you want me,” she said.

  He rolled her onto her back and gazed down at her. “Of course I want you.”

  He lowered his head and his lips met hers. When his tongue swept into her mouth, she sighed. It swirled inside her and she suckled. He murmured his approval. Then he tore his mouth away and kissed down her neck. Every nerve tingled with awareness. Excitement built as he kissed the swell of her breast… then he took her nipple into his mouth.

  She tangled her fingers in his wavy hair as he suckled. Then he slid from her nub, leaving it h
ard and needy as he kissed across to her other breast and captured that taut peak. His fingers toyed with the damp nub while he suckled the other. She moaned at the exquisite sensations.

  Then he kissed down her belly. He stopped at the top of her panties, then tucked his finger under the elastic and lifted it, peering inside.

  He gazed up at her with a smile. “I love what you have under here.”

  At that, he stripped off her panties and tossed them aside. He crawled down the bed and settled between her legs, then pressed her legs apart. When she felt the gentle pressure of his mouth on her intimate flesh, she sucked in a breath.

  He licked her length, then pressed his tongue into her. Oh, God, she loved the feel of his tongue stroking her. She arched and he laughed. He stroked her slickness with his fingers, then slid inside her opening, delicately stroking the inner flesh. His mouth shifted, then she felt his tongue brush her clit. Wild delight surged through her and she moaned. His tongue pressed against it and flicked, as his fingers stroked her.

  “Oh, that feels so good.”

  His fingers and tongue worked on her, driving her pleasure higher. Her whole body was poised for that vault to ecstasy. But she didn’t want to come like this.

  “Please, Slade. I want you inside me.”

  His gaze locked with hers, his tongue still lapping at her. Then he smiled and prowled up her body. His thick cock fell on her belly and he captured her mouth, kissing her deeply and passionately. She suckled his tongue as she arched against him, squeezing his cock between their bodies.

  He wrapped his hand around it and pressed it to her slick opening, then teased over it until her breathing was erratic. He eased forward, watching her face as he entered her… and pushed inside in a tortuously slow, even stroke. Filling her a little at a time. She sighed, loving the feel of his thick shaft stretching her. Gliding deeper and deeper.

  Once he was all the way inside, he stilled, then stroked back her hair and kissed her again. Their lips moving together. Intimate and sweet.

  Then he drew back… and pivoted forward again. She squeezed around him as his cock filled her channel in sweet, possessive strokes.

  “Oh, Slade. Yes.”

  She clung to him as he quickened his pace, gliding into her with firmer, deeper thrusts, his cock pulsing inside her.

  “Oh, yes… it’s so good.”

  He nuzzled her ear. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you tighten around me like you do.” He swirled inside her.

  Her whole body quivered with need, delight rippling along her nerve endings. His big cock drove deep again and again and she sucked in air as the pleasure funneled to a peak, then…

  “Ohhhhhhhh! Slade, I’m…” she gasped.

  “Yes, baby. Are you coming?”

  She answered with a long moan of ecstasy. He groaned and thrust deeper. Faster. Her orgasm went on and on as he pumped into her. Then he jerked forward with a groan. She felt his cock pulse inside her as he came. She moaned again, clinging to him.

  Finally, they collapsed together on the bed. He pulled her close to him and kissed the top of her head. She snuggled into his embrace, luxuriating in the warmth of him, and the protective strength of his arms around her.

  “Good morning,” Sylvia said as she set the tray of breakfast on the dresser.

  Slade, who was sprawled on the bed, his fine, muscular body only partially covered by the sheet, opened his eyes.

  “Good morning,” he said in a husky voice. “What’s this?”

  “I made you breakfast.”

  He pushed himself to a sitting position, his gaze locked on her naked body as he straightened the bedding around him, covering his sexy six-pack abs. She tucked a second pillow behind his back and set the tray on his lap.

  He grinned. “I’ve heard of service with a smile, but this takes it to a whole new level.”

  She laughed, loving the twinkle in his eyes.

  He tore his gaze from her naked breasts and glanced down at the tray.

  “Looks good. But I’m the host. I should be feeding you.”

  “No, I wanted to do this. I really want to thank you for letting me stay here.”

  His gaze turned to hers. “I’m glad you’re here. I want you to stay as long as you like.” His eyes grew serious. “Even if that’s forever.”

  His intense stare sent need thrumming through her. It would be wonderful to stay here with him. To be in his arms every night.

  He turned back to his tray of food and tasted one of the home-made biscuits she’d made.

  “Mmm, that’s good.”

  She settled on the bed beside him and curled her legs to the side as she watched him, enthralled by the look of delight on his face.

  “Aren’t you going to eat?” he asked.

  “I will. Right now, I just want to watch you.”

  He took a sip of his coffee. “Well, with you sitting there naked, I’m going to be watching you. And as soon as I finish this meal, I’ll be doing something about it.”

  Excitement quivered through her. As soon as he finished and leaned back against the pillows with a sigh, she stood up and took the tray from his lap, then set it on the dresser. His eyes glowed as she walked toward him, the heat of his gaze on her body sending electricity shimmering through her.

  She knelt on the floor beside the bed and lowered her gaze.

  “What may I do to please you, Sir?”

  “Sylvia, what are you doing? You don’t have to play the servant to me.”

  She gazed up at him. “But I want to serve you. I want you to command me.”

  “I enjoy dominating you in a sexual scenario, but that’s role playing. Here, it’s just you and me. I was hoping we could connect on a different level. Not play the office slave game.”

  Her stomach tightened. “I want to make you happy, but… I really need to be commanded. I want you to control me.”

  “Fuck, then get into bed right now. You know what I want you to do.”

  She stood up and lifted the covers, then slid in beside him. She curled her fingers around his cock and stroked. It was already hard with wanting her. Its thickness surged through her fingers as she glided up and down.

  She slid under the covers and took his cockhead in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and around, teasing him until he groaned, then she sucked.

  “Fuck, baby, I need you.”

  He rolled her onto her back and slid his hand down her stomach and between her legs, until he found her wetness. Then he pressed his cock against her and drove inside. She gasped as he filled her in one deep thrust.

  He glided in and out, filling her with pleasure. His thick cock stroking her. Her insides quivered as he thrust and she watched his face tighten with his own pleasure.

  “This… is going to be… quick for me… baby,” he said in fast, short breaths. “I want you… with me… when I come.”

  She nodded, her body humming with delight.

  He pounded deeper. Faster. His constant strokes driving her pleasure higher and higher.

  Suddenly, he thrust hard, pinning her to the bed and she felt him pulse inside her, shuddering as he released his seed. She moaned and plummeted over the edge, wailing her own release. He started to move again, the strokes of his cock stoking her pleasure. Keeping the orgasm going on and on, her cries filling the room. She clung to his shoulders and rode the wave until the pleasure ebbed and she slowly settled back to earth. Then he pulled her tight to his body and held her.

  “God, I love you being here,” he said.

  Sylvia sat on the armchair by the fire playing a game on the tablet Slade had handed her when she’d finished cleaning up after dinner. She glanced up and watched him as he handled some emails on his laptop at the desk in the corner.

  She put down the tablet and walked to the desk.

  “May I get you something? Another beer?” she asked.

  “Sylvia, I told you, you don’t have to serve me.”

  “I know,” she wrung her hands, “I j
ust… I want to do things for you.”

  She rested her hand on his shoulder, then glided it down his arm and squeezed his bulging biceps under the shirt sleeve.

  Maybe if she pushed him, he would punish her. But she knew better. Slade wasn’t really into dominating her, not as her Master. Her actions would probably just annoy him and that’s not what she wanted to do.

  But since he wasn’t her Master, she could just ask for what she wanted.

  She turned and leaned back against his desk. Slowly, she drew her skirt upward, revealing her thighs. His gaze shifted from the small computer screen to her. When her skirt reached her hips, his eyes widened at the sight of her naked pussy.

  “No panties, Sylvia. You are a dirty girl.”

  She flattened one hand on his chest. “I’m a very dirty, naughty girl. You need to punish me.”

  Those last words came out a little needier than she’d intended.

  “You still want me to master you.”

  She bit her lip, hesitating, then finally nodded.

  He sighed, his gaze shifting back to her pussy. “Well, you found the perfect way to convince me. Turn around.”

  She turned to face the desk and he tugged her skirt up, baring her ass.

  “You are a naughty girl,” he said as his hand stroked over her round flesh. “Lean forward and rest on the desk.”

  She obeyed, tingling all over at his commanding voice.

  His fingers slid between her thighs and brushed her folds… lightly… barely touching her. Then he cupped her cheeks and separated them. He leaned closer and she felt air puff against her intimate flesh as he blew on her.

  “Aren’t you going to punish me?” she asked, a bit desperately. She was used to being punished when she was naughty.

  “Is that what you want?” he asked.

  “Yes. Oh, please, Sir, yes.”

  His hand cracked down on her ass in a light slap. When he didn’t slap her again immediately, she pushed her ass toward him a little to encourage him. He took the hint and slapped her ass a second time. Then a third. Delight quivered through her, along with the stinging pain.