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  He chuckled. “I will definitely take you up on that… later.”

  She waited in the darkness for more words. Or actions. But silence wrapped around her like a cocoon. She could feel his gaze on her and it was all she could do to stop from squirming.

  Then she felt his lips on her inner thigh. His tongue dragging along her sensitive skin.

  When he drew near her intimate flesh, she forced herself not to arch against him.

  Then she felt it. His tongue lapped over her slick flesh. She moaned.

  He pressed his tongue into her and pulsed in a rapid rhythm, driving her wild. Then he covered her with his mouth, teasing her with his flicking tongue. His fingers spread her folds and he found her little button. Tremors of delight quivered through her as his tongue fluttered over her clit.

  “Yes,” she murmured. “Oh, thank you, sir.”

  Although she’d never done this before—played the submissive—being subservient to him seemed to come naturally to her. She wanted to please him. To be his plaything.

  His fingers slid inside her and she moaned.

  His tongue circled her clit as his fingers pulsed inside her. Two of them. Then he added a third. Stroking her insides.

  As he finger fucked her, she arched, wanting him deeper.

  “Oh, please.” Pleasure rose inside her. “Oh, yes.” Joy swelled through her… rising… and…

  His fingers slowed, and the promise of impending ecstasy wavered, then faded as his mouth moved away from her. She groaned in protest.

  “Why did you stop?” Her mournful words were filled with need.

  He chuckled. “Because I rather like you begging.”

  “Oh, please, sir… Master…I beg of you. Touch me again.”

  “Hmm. Master. I like that.”

  “Please, Master. Touch me again with your mouth.”

  “Where?” he prodded.

  She hesitated. “Uh… my pussy, sir. Please lick my pussy.”

  He licked her and she moaned as the pleasure flared again.

  Then he stopped.

  “Please, Master. Suck on my clit. Thrust your fingers into me and make me come.”

  A second passed and she added. “I beg of you.”

  His joyful laugh sent shimmers of delight through her. His fingers glided over her slick pussy and she held herself still, not arching against him like she wanted to do.

  He explored her slick flesh, his fingertips running along the outside of the folds, then moving to the slick petals inside. One swirled around the opening, then slowly… oh so painfully slowly, pushed inside her. It glided into her channel and stroked the walls. Then another glided inside. He kept stroking her inner flesh, sending tremors through her. Then the third slipped inside and he began to pulse in short strokes. She couldn’t help herself. Her intimate muscles squeezed around him.

  “Oh, thank you sir. That feels so good.”

  “And you feel good around me.” The depth of desire in his voice pleased her, driving her own need higher.

  She started at the feel of his warm tongue pressing against her clit. When he began to suckle, she cried out, her whole body now humming with the pleasure he was giving her.

  “That’s so… oh, God… so good, sir.”

  She whimpered as his mouth moved away again.

  “What happened to Master?” His breath was a light wisp along her inner thigh, close to her damp, needy flesh.

  “Oh, Master. Please make me come.” She arched and his mouth covered her, muffling his chuckle.

  He licked her hot flesh, then began to suckle her clit. Intense sensations spiraled through her, driving her need higher and higher. She pushed against her restraints, wanting to clutch his shoulder. To pull his head closer, and to feel his hair gliding through her fingers as he brought her to orgasm.

  She gasped as pleasure burst through her, like a flash of electrical sparks, lighting the darkness with a thousand glittering lights. She shuddered, then moaned, the sound filling the room, as the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced blasted through her.

  She rode the wave of ecstasy higher and higher, his expert mouth and fingers driving her on and on.

  Finally, her breathing erratic and labored, she floated back to earth, the orgasm fading to a glowing memory.

  * * *

  Reluctantly, Race drew his fingers from her moist hot body, missing the velvety feel of her immediately, then he brushed his lips over her inner thigh—a breath from her slick folds—in a light kiss.

  “Thank you, Master,” she murmured on a soft breath, her voice still hoarse from her orgasm.

  His already rock-hard, aching cock lurched at the words. Fuck, she had so naturally fallen into the role of submissive. Calling him sir. Then, God help him… Fuck, he’d nearly come on the spot when she’d called him Master.

  He sat on the bed beside her and drew away the blindfold. She gazed up at him, her sky blue eyes wide and dewy.

  Then her cheeks flushed and her gaze dropped away.

  He stroked her cheek. “Don’t,” he said softly.”

  “Don’t what?”

  “The anonymity of the blindfold allowed you to shed your inhibitions, but now that it’s gone, you’re withdrawing from me.”

  Her eyes turned to him again. “I’m not usually like that. The things I said…”

  “Were delightful. And erotic. I loved it.” He pushed her hair behind her ear, then leaned down and kissed her.

  Her lips trembled under his. He kissed her more firmly. Her tongue timidly came out to meet his. Then he followed it back between her lips to explore her soft mouth.

  “I don’t know how to be with you,” she murmured.

  “You’ve been doing fine so far.”

  She smiled. “I mean… well, you’re so rich and… uh… commanding.”

  He kissed her jaw line. “So follow my commands.”

  She giggled. “I have been.”

  He drew back and locked gazes with her. “Really. I’m just a man. You don’t have to act differently around me.”

  She shook her head. “You’re not just any man. You’re powerful and people do what you want.”

  He grinned. “As long as you do what I want, then I’m a happy man.”

  She smiled, then glanced at her outstretched arm. “Do you think you can let me go now?”

  “Well, I don’t know. I rather like you like this.”

  “If you don’t let me go, then how am I going to satisfy your need? Or are you going to climb on top of me and do all the work?”

  He was tempted. His cock certainly was hard enough to drive into her right now, and it probably wouldn’t take more than three strokes to get off.

  But he wanted more for her.

  He tore open the Velcro fastening on the wrist cuff, then reached across the bed for the other. She grabbed the side of the sheet and pulled it over herself as she sat up.

  “Don’t cover up,” he said as he unfastened her ankles. “I want to see you.”

  She bit her lip. “But you’re still fully dressed.

  He smiled as he stood up. “That can be easily fixed.” He loosened his tie, lowering the knot, then he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. He shrugged off his suit jacket, noting the heated look of anticipation in her blue eyes. It intensified as he unfastened his buttons. She watched as they released, one by one. The tip of her tongue ran over her lips, making his cock twitch.

  He stepped toward her as he dropped his shirt.

  “No more until you get rid of that sheet.”

  She dropped it immediately.

  He laughed. She was delightful.

  As he unbuckled his belt, his gaze glided down her sexy, naked body, wanting to run his tongue over her dusty rose, puckered nipples again. He drew down his zipper, watching her eyes go ablaze with desire.

  She sat on the side of the bed and he stepped closer. Her hand glided over the fine wool of his suit pants, over his hard, aching bulge. She tugged the pants down until they slid
to the floor, then she stroked over the thin cotton of his boxers.

  God, her touch had him agonizingly hard.

  Then she reached inside and wrapped her delicate fingers around his hard flesh. He almost trembled with the need surging through him.

  She drew him out.

  “I knew it would be big.” She gazed at his face, her expression one of awe. “And powerful. Like you.”

  “Oh, baby.” He stroked her hair. “God, you’re good for a man’s ego.”

  She grinned. “I’m sure you have no problem in that department.”

  Then her lips touched the tip of his cock and he groaned. They widened, until they were wrapped around the widest part of his cockhead, then she took the whole head in her mouth.

  God, it was so warm and moist. She squeezed a little, making him groan again.

  He drew her head toward him and she took him deeper. Her hands wrapped around the exposed part of his shaft and she sucked, squeezing him in her mouth.

  It wouldn’t take much of this to drive him over the edge.

  She drew back, then glided forward again, taking him deeper this time. Then again, going deeper still.

  “Oh, fuck—” The sentence clipped off as he concentrated on self-control.

  She gazed up at him as she squeezed him in her mouth.

  “You have me so turned on. I’m going to come any second,” he said.

  Her eyes lit up in a smile and she glided faster. Her fingers cupped his balls and she cradled them in her palm.

  “Ohhh…” The heat pooled in his groin expanded, swelling through his whole body.

  She sucked and he arched against her, feeling his control slipping. She pulsed her hand around his balls, moving her mouth faster and faster on his cock.

  “Oh, fuck.” Heat blazed through him like hot lava and he erupted inside her mouth. She swallowed, causing more suction, and he kept filling her. He groaned at the sweet release.

  * * *

  When Jacquie drew him out of her mouth, his cock was still semi-erect, but deflating, so she wrapped her hand around his thick girth and stroked. She licked the tip of him, wanting him hard and lusting for her. He was so impressively big she could hardly wait to feel him inside her.

  She stroked him and he magically swelled to life again.

  She laughed in delight and pushed herself back on the bed, then opened her legs in invitation. His eyes glowed with need and he dropped his knee on the side of the bed, then prowled over her.

  “You want me?” he asked, his eyes alight.

  “Yes,” she murmured. “I want you inside me.”

  She felt his cockhead, hard and hot, press against her slick folds, then glide up and down her slit.

  “I’m going to drive inside you… deeper than any other man… and you’re going to scream my name.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes, sir.”

  Then she gasped as his cock pushed inside her. Only halfway, but he was so thick and hard, he stretched her.

  “You okay?” he asked, concern etching his features.

  She nodded. “I want you deeper.”

  Then he thrust forward, filling her with his rock-hard cock. He was so thick and hard, she felt so stretched she might split… but if felt so good. She squeezed around him and he groaned.

  He drew back, then glided deep again. Then again. Her body conformed to him, accepting him. Sizzling in pleasure because of him.

  “Oh, God, you’re so big.”

  He nuzzled her neck and tingles danced down her spine. She arched against him, crushing her breasts against his hard chest.

  “Fill me.” She sucked in air. “Fuck me hard and fast.”

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  He drove deeper and she cried out, the building pleasure exquisite. He thrust again and again and she moaned.

  “I’m so close.”

  “I can tell.” His breath fluttered against her ear and his lips brushed her neck, sending her need sizzling higher.

  “Faster,” she begged.

  He pumped faster. And harder. She arched her lower body against him, crying out at the feel of him so deep inside her.

  Then her whole body began to sing, vibrating in joy. He thrust deep again and she tightened her arms around his neck and began to moan.

  “Say my name,” he urged.

  “I’m… coming. Oh,” she moaned at another deep thrust. Pleasure swamped her senses. “Race. Oh, Race.” His name came out in a long moan, as she blasted off to ecstasy.

  The sound of it seemed to trigger his own release and he thrust deep again, pinning her to the bed, and groaned.

  Her body, expanding through space and time, quivered in ecstatic bliss.

  His body was moving again, keeping her in a cocoon of pleasure. Sweet and heavenly.

  Her moan echoed through the room, on and on, until finally, breathless, her head fell back against the pillow.

  She gasped for air, her gaze locking on his midnight blue eyes.

  “Wow!” was all she could say.

  He grinned. “Wow, indeed.”

  Then he scooped her into his arms and pulled her under the covers, then held her close.

  * * *

  When Jacquie woke up, she was disoriented, uncertain where she was, but when she glanced at the large windows, the source of the light blazing across her eyes, she remembered.

  She was in Race Danner’s penthouse. Or rather, the penthouse he’d rented in the hotel.

  She sat up and glanced at the bed beside her. And Mr. Danner seemed to be missing.

  Wrapping the sheet around herself, she pushed herself from the bed and walked across the room to the bathroom. There were damp towels on the floor in the corner, so he’d had a shower, but she saw no sign of his toiletries on the counter.

  She walked into the living room and glanced around. He wasn’t sitting at the dining table having a coffee, though there was a silver pot on the table and two cups laid out. She smiled, relieved, but when she reached the table, she saw that one cup was used. And under the clean cup was an envelope.

  She picked it up and opened it.

  Jacquie,

  Thank you for a wonderful night. I know we were supposed to talk today, but I got called away. Phone me in a few days and we’ll arrange a time.

  Race

  Ah, damn.

  * * *

  Two days later, she called him, using the business card he’d left in the envelope with the note. His secretary said he was unavailable. When Jacquie called the next day, she said the same thing. After four days, she was getting frustrated.

  “He gave me this number and asked me to call,” Jacquie insisted, wondering if the secretary was just trying to get rid of her.

  At least this number got her to his actual office. When she’d called before going to the poker game, she couldn’t even get past the main reception.

  “When is the best time to call?” Jacquie asked.

  “I’m sorry, I can’t give a specific time. He has a busy schedule.”

  “Of course. Please give him my number. It’s—”

  “Yes, Ms. Bell. I have it.”

  Jacquie pursed her lips. “Fine. Thank you. I’ll try again tomorrow.”

  Anger blazed through her at the realization he was blowing her off. But more, she was hurt. After the sexy, passionate night they’d shared, she’d thought he’d actually enjoyed being with her. She’d even considered that maybe he might want to see her again.

  Now it looked like he wasn’t even going to give her a chance to talk to him, after promising he would.

  But maybe she was overreacting. She picked up the phone and called Raymond and told him she’d been trying to get in touch with Mr. Danner, hoping maybe he could help somehow.

  “I heard he was out of town,” Raymond said. “Hong Kong, I think. Some kind of business meeting. His assistant said he got delayed a few days.”

  Relief washed through her. He wasn’t avoiding her calls. He was out of town.


  “Do you have any idea when he’ll be back?” she asked.

  “I think he got back a day or two ago.”

  Her hand tightened around the phone. “Really?”

  “All I know for sure is that he’s going to be at the poker game tomorrow night.”

  She frowned. So he’d been out of town—that would explain why he hadn’t taken her calls the first few days—but he was back now and hadn’t deemed her call important enough. He might be busy catching up, but…damn it, he’d promised to talk to her and now he was treating her like dirt.

  Unless… She’d left her office number. Maybe he would call her tomorrow at work.

  But if he didn’t…

  Determination stirred inside her. He had promised her an audience and she would ensure he honored that promise.

  * * *

  That night, she had a scorching hot dream about Mr. Race Danner. Tying her up and taking her bent over a wooden bench, then suspending her from chains hanging from the ceiling, her legs wrapped around his waist so his cock drove deep inside her.

  She woke up with the sheets wrapped around her legs, her insides melting with the heat of her desire.

  God, she might be angry at the man, but that didn’t stop her from wanting him with a quiet desperation.

  She showered and got ready for work. Then she grabbed a sexy evening dress and stilettos and slid then into a bag. If Mr. Danner did not call her today, she was going to crash his poker game. Again.

  * * *

  Jacquie got off the elevator and headed to the front door. A delivery man carrying flowers passed her in the lobby and she couldn’t help admiring the lovely, tall pink orchids. She loved orchids and those ones were stunning.

  She pushed open the door and walked to the bus stop.

  As soon as she got to work, she called Mr. Danner’s office, but the secretary still insisted he couldn’t take her call. Jacquie left her work number again, though the woman insisted she already had it. By five o’clock, when he still hadn’t called her, Jacquie was livid as she strode to the ladies’ room to change.

  * * *

  Jacquie knocked on the door of the room where the poker game was being held this evening. Flashing the black and gold chip at the concierge got her the room number again.