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  “I said no.” Kate’s head was swirling with confusing thoughts and emotions, and she wasn’t sure what to believe, but there was one thing she was certain of: Ileana would not leave here with anything she didn’t have when she’d arrived.

  Except my peace of mind.

  Ileana’s eyes narrowed, but she drew her shoulders back, then turned and marched out, slamming the front door behind her.

  Kate drew a sigh of relief, but one thing kept nagging at her. What else hadn’t Matt told her?

  * * *

  Kate glanced at her watch. Matt actually said he’d be back in about an hour, but she’d wanted Ileana out of here. She had hoped that telling her Matt would arrive imminently would hasten her exit.

  She gripped the banister and slowly walked up the stairs. Step by step. Heading toward Matt’s room at the end of the hall. She pushed open the door, then walked toward the bed, staring at the bedside table as if it were Pandora’s box.

  Which to her it was.

  If she opened that drawer and found an engagement ring, it would not only back up Ileana’s story about him giving her a ring—which was already pretty clear from the pictures—but it would prove that Matt still had feelings for Ileana. Otherwise, why would he keep the ring? And so handy.

  Did he pull it out and stare at it, wondering if he had made the wrong choice chasing after Kate? Did his heart really belong to Ileana?

  She sank onto the bed. Had Matt really come after Kate—offered to invest in her company and all—just to engineer things to get her here for this week of domination? She stared at the closed drawer. For Matt, the money was pocket change, so it was possible.

  At a noise from downstairs, her gaze darted to the doorway. Had that been the lock on the front door unlatching? She grabbed her cell phone from her pocket and stared at it. Oh, God, Matt had texted her again, saying that he’d been able to get away earlier than he thought and he’d be home in five minutes. That was five minutes ago. She had been so caught up in her emotional turmoil, it hadn’t registered.

  The door opened, then closed.

  What would she do? He expected her to be ready for their next lesson. When he’d been called to the office this morning, efficient Matt had decided to use this as an opportunity. A Dom would expect his obedient submissive to be ready and waiting for him.

  Part of her wanted to march down the stairs and confront him about his relationship with Ileana, and the ring. But what was the point? She didn’t own him. She wasn’t even in a relationship with him. And he’d made it clear this wouldn’t lead to a relationship.

  She could hear him on the stairs and her heart thundered in her chest.

  The only thing she could reasonably be angry about was that he’d lied to her about his relationship with Ileana, but maybe he’d done that to spare her feelings. Or maybe Ileana had lied to her, despite the pictures.

  Okay, she needed time to think. She wasn’t ready to confront Matt about any of this right now. Especially after what had happened last night.

  She heard Matt’s footsteps on the hardwood floor of the hallway.

  It would be easier to continue with their plans, then gather her wits later. She would confront Matt about these things then.

  But what would she do right now? She glanced around the room in a panic. She didn’t have time to don the leather outfit he’d given her. It was in her room anyway. And he’d be here in seconds.

  What would a good sub do?

  She began tugging off her clothes, thrusting the pieces under the bed, out of sight, then she stripped off her bra.

  His footsteps drew closer.

  She whipped off her panties and threw them and the bra out of sight as well, then climbed on the bed and did the only thing she could think of. She got into the position he had taught her in her apartment when she’d asked him to explain about the training.

  She knelt and placed her head on the bed, widened her knees, and lifted her ass in the air, her back end toward the doorway.

  * * *

  Matt walked into the room and his breath caught as he saw Kate’s naked ass hiked up in the air, her knees wide and her intimate folds on display. His gaze locked on her shaven pussy, and his cock lurched to attention.

  “Hello, Kate.”

  “Hello, Mr. Pearce.” Her voice was a little muffled with her head turned sideways and her cheek pressed against the duvet.

  “You’re not wearing the outfit I instructed you to wear.”

  “Sorry, Sir. I didn’t time things properly, and I didn’t want to keep you waiting. I hoped this would please you.”

  He walked closer to the bed, a smile turning up his lips as he took in the graceful line of her naked body folded on the bed. With her chest pressed tight against the duvet, her breasts were hidden from view. He’d bet her nipples were hard.

  He stroked his hand over the curve of her creamy derriere, enjoying the feel of her smooth, silken skin.

  “Yes, I like seeing you on display like this very much, but you must learn to follow my commands to the letter.”

  He lifted his hand and smacked her bare ass.

  “Right?” He smacked again, a little harder this time.

  “Yes, Mr. Pearce,” she said breathlessly.

  He caressed her slightly reddened ass a few more times, gazing at her exposed folds. They glistened in the light. He glided his fingertips over her slit and almost groaned at the feel of her slickness. He slid his fingers into her, stroking deep inside her passage. He slid his thumb over her clit, loving the catch in her breath.

  She was dripping wet now. He drew in a breath and pulled from her sweet heat, then crossed to his dresser and opened one of the side drawers. He found the silicone device and returned to her. He pressed the head of the small plastic cock to her opening and pressed it inside. He pushed it in and out a couple of times, until it was thoroughly coated in her slickness, which would act as a natural lubricant, then he positioned it against her back opening.

  She stiffened as he pressed it slowly forward.

  “Relax. Just let it go in.”

  They had shared anal sex in the past, so he knew this wouldn’t be too challenging for her, but he eased it in slowly. Once it was all the way in, the flat, round end rested against her cheeks, preventing it from being drawn further into her body.

  “Good. Now sit up.”

  She lowered her ass and pushed herself up, then turned and sat on the end of the bed. As his eyes feasted on her beautiful breasts, tipped with hard, tight nipples, his cock ached at the thought of the butt plug nestled tightly in her ass.

  He stepped in front of her. “Now, suck my cock.”

  “Yes, Mr. Pearce.” She unfastened his zipper, the delicate touch of her fingertips moving over his crotch causing his cock to twitch in excitement. She wrapped her warm fingers around him and drew him out.

  He almost groaned as her lips surrounded him. She took him deep, then slid back, then glided forward again, taking him deeper each time, until he was fully immersed in her. He forked his fingers through her long auburn hair and guided her head forward and back. He resisted the urge to thrust into her mouth, just letting her do the work. She glided her hand under his balls and cupped them gently, then fondled them.

  “Fuck, that feels good.” His cock ached with the need to release. “Make me come, Kate. I want to fill your mouth.”

  She glided faster, tightening her lips around his shaft as she took him deep into her heat. Squeezing him as she moved.

  “Oh, yeah.” Heat flared through him. “Come on, baby. I’m so close.”

  Then pleasure speared through him and he erupted into her mouth.

  * * *

  Kate felt his cock release, filling her mouth with hot liquid. She swallowed, then glided off his deflating cock. She sat back and the butt plug shifted a little inside her, reminding her of its presence. She gazed at him, so hot she wanted him to flip her over and drive into her right now. The thought of his big, thick cock gliding into her sex wh
ile the butt plug filled her ass had her close to swooning. It would be like having two men inside her at the same time.

  “Go and put on the outfit I gave you to wear. Meet me in the kitchen in ten minutes.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She stood up and hurried out the door to her room. It would take almost that long to put on the tiny garment, or at least to figure it out with all the straps. She picked it up and tried to figure out what went where. She fastened a strap around her waist, then another behind her neck. The straps surrounded her breasts and crisscrossed her body. Next, she slipped on the tiny leather thong. She glanced in the mirror. The black straps against her pale skin looked very striking. And sexy, with her breasts totally naked and her nipples poking forward at full attention. Four short straps still lay on the bed. Wrist and ankle bands. She sat on the bed and began fastening each into position.

  She knew she should be thinking about Matt’s lie about his relationship with Ileana. She knew she should consider walking away from this week with him. But she didn’t want to. Maybe she couldn’t trust him in the relationship department, but he wasn’t offering her a relationship … other than business. But this week … Oh, God, as soon as he’d walked into the room, she’d started getting wet. His masculine presence dominated any room, and she was helpless to resist him.

  She finished fastening the second ankle strap and glanced at the clock, then shot to her feet as she realized she had less than a minute to get downstairs. She grabbed the high-heeled pumps with the metal stiletto heels that he’d given her with the outfit and hurried down the hall, knowing she’d move faster carrying them than wearing them. Once at the bottom of the stairs, she stepped into them, then continued to the kitchen.

  “Late again.” He stood in the kitchen, a commanding male specimen, even when totally naked.

  Especially naked. His big cock hung in front of him like a pendulum, then it began to stiffen as his gaze glided the length of her. When it rested on her naked breasts, her nipples puckered. Oh, God, she wanted him to touch them.

  “You really need to learn some discipline. And I have just the solution. Follow me.”

  He walked out of the kitchen and down the hall, Kate following on his heels. She couldn’t tear her gaze from his hard, tight butt.

  He opened a door, then her heart leaped as she realized there were stairs leading down.

  So, have you seen his dungeon yet? Ileana had said casually. It’s in the basement …

  She hesitated as he started down the stairs, but she forced herself to follow him. He led her to a solid oak door, then opened it.

  … and well soundproofed. No one would hear you scream.

  Her eyes widened and memories of that other dungeon catapulted through her mind, when she’d screamed long and loud and no one had come to help.

  She couldn’t force herself to step inside. She noticed chains on the wall and a big X made of wood with chains attached to each end. A person chained to it would be forced into a spread-eagled position. Open and vulnerable.

  There was a padded bench about waist high, which she could imagine being bent over to be spanked or penetrated. There were other pieces of equipment around the room, but it all faded away as she became overwhelmed with emotion. Memories of being chained and then being whipped again and again in Ileana’s dungeon kept her frozen to the spot, her breath shallow and her head spinning.

  “I said follow me.”

  At Matt’s quiet but authoritative tone, Kate stepped into the dungeon without a thought, the submissive in her taking control. She crossed to where he stood by the tall bench she’d noticed earlier. He guided her to stand in front of it and pressed her forward. The top was padded leather. She heard a clinking as Matt fastened a chain to the loops on her ankle bands. He then moved in front of her and fastened her wrists to chains on the other side, holding her in the bent position.

  A second later, he was behind her, stroking her bare behind, then his hard, hot body pressed close to her as he reached over the bench to cup her breasts. He stroked her nipples, then teased and pinched until her breathing became erratic, pleasure tingling through her. He glided his hands along her sides as he stood, then stroked her behind. Round and round. One hand on each cheek.

  Would he pull back and smack her ass again? When the flat of his hand connected with her flesh, the sharp sound would fill the room.

  She longed to hear it. To feel it.

  But instead he slid his finger under the crotch of her thong and stroked her slit. She sucked in a breath as his fingers slid inside her. At the same time, he pressed his other palm to the base of the butt plug and moved it in a circle, causing the plug to swirl inside her tight channel.

  He chuckled. “Clearly, you like that.”

  She realized she was arching back against his hand. He pushed his fingers deeper and stroked her inner passage. He tore away the thong—she hadn’t realized it had Velcro on the waistband—then she felt something thicker than a finger stroke along her ass. His hot, rock-hard cock glided between her legs, over her slick slit. Back and forth. Stroking her.

  He leaned close to her ear and murmured, “Do you want me to fuck you now?” His breath sent tendrils of hair fluttering along her neck. “To drive my hard cock into you right alongside this?” He wiggled the butt plug, sending electric shimmers through her.

  “Oh, yes, Sir.”

  He positioned his cock against her opening, teasing her with the mushroom-shaped head.

  “When I fill you, it will be like you have two cocks inside you. Like two men are fucking you.”

  “Yes,” she murmured, wishing he would do it right now.

  He continued to stroke her and she oozed with need. Dripping in readiness.

  “Please, Mr. Pearce. I need you inside me.”

  His laugh rumbled from his chest. “Like this?” He drove forward and she gasped as his thick shaft filled her completely.

  Without even giving her time to breathe, he thrust again. His fingers found her clit and he stroked it, and kept on while he drew back and drove forward again. Then again. Pleasure rose in her, building and building with each deep thrust. She squeezed her intimate muscles around him, making her intensely aware of the butt plug filling her other canal.

  He flicked her clit while driving deep and she moaned. Blazing hot pleasure erupted inside her and she wailed. As he kept pounding into her—his hard body bouncing against her, then away with each one—the pleasure intensified, until she exploded in total bliss, her wails turning to screams.

  He groaned. “Fuck, I’m coming.” He jerked against her, then heat blasted her insides as he came inside her.

  They both collapsed against the bench, gasping for air. She had never been so loud in her life. Being in a place where she knew no one could hear her had been liberating.

  Matt’s lips played along the back of her neck, sending quivers of awareness through her. “You’re such a wild thing, I might have to start keeping you on a leash.”

  He stepped back and she felt him draw the butt plug from her opening. His hand glided down her legs, then she felt her ankles being unchained.

  On a leash. For some reason, the idea excited her. She could imagine a collar around her neck with a chain attached. Maybe while she sat by his feet in front of the fireplace, him reading a paper as he stroked her hair.

  He unfastened her wrists and helped her straighten up. Then he scooped her over his shoulder and stroked her bare ass as he carried her up the stairs.

  * * *

  Matt set Kate down at the top of the stairs, tempted to drag her off to bed and have his way with her again, but knowing they could both use a breather first. His gaze trailed over her body as she preceded him down the hall. Her thong was still in the dungeon somewhere and all she wore were a few straps of leather that covered absolutely nothing.

  Her hips swayed as she walked and he longed to stroke the round, firm flesh.

  Damn, his cock was rising again. It was so difficult to control hi
s desires where Kate was involved. He would love to keep her chained to his bed and make love to her nonstop.

  But life wasn’t like that. And even though she was here for submissive training—and she’d made it clear to him that she wanted that to include sex—they both needed to eat occasionally.

  Once they reached the living room, she turned and stood silently, waiting. Like a good sub.

  “Kitchen,” he said, then followed her.

  She pushed open the swinging door into the kitchen and he followed her through. As soon as they were in the room, cool ceramic tile under his feet, surrounded by dark wood cupboards and the soft light of the setting sun gleaming on the black granite countertops, the desire to take her again consumed him.

  He grabbed her elbow and turned her around, then his lips captured hers hungrily. She was so soft, and her lips so sweet. He dipped his tongue inside and swirled, circling his arm around her waist and drawing her tight to his body.

  Oh, God, he wanted her.

  He turned her and leaned her over until her breasts were crushed against the glossy granite. His cock twitched at the thought of her nipples tightening as they pressed against the cold stone. He stepped behind her and wrapped his hand around his hard cock and glided inside her. Slow and deep.

  Damn it, he had to get some control. He had only this week with her; after that, their relationship would be business only. How would he cope with that? He would have to control his desire around her. He drew back and glided deep again, the intense craving for her vibrating through every part of him.

  He had to learn control around her. And now was a good time.

  He drew back and eased in again. One more time. That’s all he would allow himself.

  Her murmur of pleasure as he filled her deeply was almost his undoing, but with an iron will, he drew back again and this time slid out of her soft, warm body. Her sound of disappointment stroked his ego, but he stepped away.