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  “Very interesting, but you haven’t answered my question.”

  The corner of his mouth lifted, and his eyes slid down her body then back to her face. Kerri couldn’t stop the shiver that coursed through her while she waited for his answer.

  He didn’t laugh, didn’t grin, didn’t even flash the I’m-so-sexy smile all the girls at work enjoyed so much. He did, however, raise one eyebrow and tilt his head in consideration of her statement. It was a bit irritating. Hell, it was more than a little aggravating. Kerri crossed her arms and waited for his comment.

  “You want to experience the lifestyle you observed last night, try it for a few days, a month?” Hunter’s eyes drilled into hers, forcing her to reconsider her request. “Little girl, you have no idea how intense the club scene can be for a newbie.”

  “I’m not completely innocent. I’m twenty-six, not a sixteen-year-old virgin.” Mostly true, but Kerri didn’t want to admit how unsatisfying the few sexual relationships she’d experienced had been. The opportunity to step out of her normal life and into a more adventurous sexuality intrigued her.

  Finally, the clinically observant expression on Hunter’s face faded into an almost predatory pose. “What exactly are you interested in experiencing, pretty girl? Last night, you played the submissive. Are you willing to submit to me in every way?”

  She’d thought about what being submissive entailed, even looked online in the wee hours of the morning, but still was unsure what exactly she’d be expected to do. “Can you give me an idea of what to expect?”

  “You should rephrase. The question is ‘What will you expect of me, Master?’ Of course, that implies you’ve already agreed.” Hunter sighed and shook his head. “I’m jumping ahead, forgetting how innocent you truly are. If we both agree to this, and we haven’t yet, I would expect you to follow my directions at all times. No matter your feelings about what I ask you to do.”

  She must have let her hesitance show in her face because he was shaking his head again. “Wait. Please give me a chance to process the information,” she said.

  “You should know it all before you decide, and you will also have the opportunity to specify certain activities in which you are completely unwilling to participate. I’ll expect obedience at all times. You might be expected to be bound or handcuffed in public or private settings, be nude in public or private settings, participate in sexual activities in public, and there are various forms of discipline we can discuss for the times you do not comply with my directions.”

  Kerri could feel the heat of her blush rushing up from just above her waist to the edge of her hairline, but she kept her tone as calm as she could. “What kind of discipline do you usually use?”

  “I prefer spanking, usually with my hand but sometimes a paddle works nicely. Denial of…satisfaction is a useful disciplinary tool.”

  Kerri’s skin tingled, most likely due to her continued blush and arousal at his words. He looked to be enjoying her discomfort, a hint of a smile hovering in the corners of his mouth while she squirmed.

  “There’s an old adage, begin as you plan to go.” He raised a brow. “Start your project, or relationship, as you intend it to be for the duration.” Hunter’s head tipped in her direction, his eyes boring into hers. “Do you want me to tie you to my bed, Kerri?” he asked, his voice deeper, darker than she’d ever heard.

  “I don’t know.” It was the best answer she could give, because it was the truth. She wanted, but she didn’t. She ached, but she feared.

  “Honestly, it’s an option I’d like to have. But whether you’re bound to the bed or not, I want you screaming in pleasure until you have no voice left, then begging for more.”

  Kerri sucked in a harsh breath, her heart pounding in her chest at the image he conjured. It was too close to what she’d been imagining.

  Hunter stood and extended his hand. “Come here.”

  It was a command, pure and simple. One Kerri couldn’t resist. She rose and moved to stand before him, then placed her hand in his.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked.

  When she nodded, he demanded, “Say the words, Kerri. I need to hear them.”

  “I trust you.”

  Chapter 6

  “Remove your clothes.”

  Kerri blinked, blinked again, then stared up at him.

  She was immediately lost in his eyes, his commanding expression. The moment to back out and leave or dive head first into the role of submissive had arrived, and her decision couldn’t be put off any longer.

  Fear. Desire. Both emotions pounded through her body. Closing her eyes to block out the sensual draw of Hunter’s gaze, Kerri gave in to her own desires. She grasped the hem of her blouse, pulled it over her head, and dropped it on the chair beside her. Shoes and slacks followed, until she stood before him in her panties and bra.

  She opened her eyes to face the heat simmering in his.

  Hunter’s brow lifted, waiting, she knew, for her to finish removing her lingerie. Kerri watched him, took in the slight curve of his lips while he watched her unclip and drop the bra. When the panties fell to the floor, his body eased for a moment, as if he’d been waiting for her to change her mind.

  He paced around her, arms crossed, head tilted as if he were examining a horse at auction or a piece of artwork. “Beautiful.” His compliment floated to her like a wash of warm air on a cool day. “Upstairs.”

  He didn’t touch her, just waved a hand in the direction of the staircase. Kerri paused at the bottom step. She was naked, bare-assed naked, and he was right behind her.

  “Don’t stop now. I want to watch every step you take, pretty girl.” She heard his sigh, and then his tone deepened, softened, “You have a beautiful body, Kerri. Don’t be ashamed of it. Let me appreciate it.”

  She turned to look at him and was surprised to see pleasure flushing his face. He leaned in to brush a soft kiss across her cheek.

  “Go up to the bedroom and lay across the bed. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  Kerri did as she was told, knowing he watched. But he didn’t say anything more. Unsure of what he expected, she continued down the upper hall and into the master bedroom. Kerri stood staring at the dark comforter, wondering if she should turn the bed down or just climb on top. A noise down the hall had her climbing onto the bed and stretching out on her back, nervous butterflies beating their wings in her stomach.

  Then he was there, filling the doorway with his broad shoulders, his face all hard lines and angles, his eyes darkly soaking up her hesitance and leaving her with a need she’d never known. He moved to the side of the bed and sat, the fabric of his slacks grazing her leg. She shivered, more aware than ever of her nakedness while he was fully clothed.

  Hunter smiled, his palm stroking straight down her body from her breastbone to her navel. His warm hand cupped the slight swell of her stomach.

  “I’ve decided to give you a little bit of control tonight. I want your hands above your head, but I won’t restrain you unless you can’t manage to keep them there on your own.”

  Kerri sighed with relief. She wasn’t sure if she could handle being trussed up like a slave, and with no point of reference about sex with Hunter, she was nervous. She lifted her arms above her head immediately, ready to comply before his command.

  “Don’t get too comfortable. Keeping them there won’t be as easy as you think.” His head tipped back, eyeing her hands for a minute before shifting his hand lower on her belly. Palm resting on the pale curls that covered her sex, the corner of his mouth curled and she wondered what exactly she’d let herself get sucked into.

  She watched as his wrist rose above her skin until one rough fingertip remained pressed against her. She watched as that fingertip zigzagged through her fluff, sending electrical currents zinging through her body until the reverberation settled a few centimeters below his finger. And she watched as the knowledge of his effect on her registered in his expression—the knowing smile, the heat in his eyes.

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sp; “Feels good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” Hunter’s finger zigzagged through her pubic curls again, and she couldn’t contain the moan that slipped past her parted lips. ”Imagine how much more intense the feeling will be without the insulation of this hair. I want you bare for me, Kerri.”

  “Hmm.” Kerri tried to focus on his words, her body resisting any form of conscious thought. “What?”

  “This”—his fingers filtered through the blonde hair shielding her sex—“needs to be gone. Don’t you agree?”

  “Yes,” she murmured, fighting the urge to lift her hips to the hand hovering just above her body.

  His callused finger swiped through the hair again, and her hands flailed at her sides as sensation overtook her.

  That one finger slid lower, dipped between the folds of her sex, and slipped inside. Without thought, Kerri bolted upright with a shout.

  “Hands, Kerri. Where are your hands?”

  His rough chuckle caught her off guard, and she wrapped her arms across her chest. She’d failed, and she really didn’t want to be tied to the bed.

  Hunter’s hand reached for hers, prying it away from her body and pulling her fingers to his mouth. His kiss was gentle. “I told you it wouldn’t be easy.”

  His voice was deeper than usual, rough sounding, and Kerri tried to analyze the change, wondering what he was feeling. Could he possibly be feeling the uncertainty she was? Hunter stood, pressed his palms to her shoulders and pushed her back to the bed. She heard something rustling against the headboard and fear coalesced in her stomach.

  “Arms up.”

  With a deep breath, Kerri complied. Her hands encountered two wide strips of leather or some other firm fabric. Fighting to control her breathing, she relaxed her hands against the comforter.

  “Good girl.”

  She relaxed even more at his praise and felt the fabric move into her palm.

  “Hold on to the restraints. Having something in your hand will allow you to focus and keep your arms up.” Hunter’s warm hands wrapped around hers, securing the leather in her grip. “If this doesn’t work, I’ll put them around your wrists.”

  Those warm hands slid past her wrists, stroked her arms, and massaged her shoulders as he worked his way to her torso. His gentle palms cupped her face, but the kiss he gave to her mouth was anything but gentle.

  It scorched. Possessed. Consumed.

  Kerri clung to the restraints like a lifeline as they became the only reality she knew while his mouth covered hers. When he pulled back, she gasped for breath.

  “Tonight is about your pleasure, Kerri.”

  His hands moved lower, stroking around her breasts, filling his hands with her before dropping his head to taste. Wet heat surrounded her nipple as he suckled, pulled with his lips. She held tighter to the restraints, biting her tongue as Hunter lifted his head just enough to allow her to watch while he licked and stroked her nipple. When it was tight and red, he gave it a quick nip of his teeth before turning to give the other nipple the same treatment.

  The air conditioner cycled and suddenly cool air crossed the moist tip of her sensitized breast, intensifying the sensations Hunter was causing as he lapped at the other. Kerri shivered as heat rushed from both breasts to the exposed flesh of her sex. A throb of desire coursed through her, the need for more pounding within her.

  “Hunter, please,” she groaned, her fingers clenching around the leather in her desire to please him. Her body contorted of its own accord, begging in its own language to be taken higher.

  “Hold, back, Kerri.” His voice penetrated the lusty haze in her brain. “You don’t come until I tell you to. Understand?”

  “I—I can’t wait. I can’t stop.” Her voice shook with the need for completion.

  “You can control it. Wait for my permission, Kerri.”

  Her cry circled the room as she fought to control her body. Hunter pulled back, licking her nipples erratically, one, then the other as he pushed her farther into arousal. Her moans followed his actions. Tension built inside her, twisting through her body like a tornado, churning against each nerve cell until she was shaking with the demand for climax. Finally, she felt his hand slide down her stomach to comb through the curls at her apex. One finger slipped between the folds and into her core while his palm pressed against her clit.

  “Come for me, Kerri.”

  The pulse of his voice, the permission she’d waited for, sent her over the edge, her body convulsing, pulsing against his hand as she cried out in release.

  * * * *

  One finger. One damned finger inside her and he could feel her inner muscles clenching him. Cock harder than a hammer, Hunter fought the urge to strip and bury himself within her. Instead, he slid his finger a little deeper, turned his hand palm up, and stroked the sensitive spot he knew he’d find right behind her clit.

  Kerri’s climax had almost waned when a he hit his target. Her body arched as the second orgasm flew through her system. To her credit, she kept her hands wrapped around the leather restrains. A shame, really, because he was looking forward to having her bound to the bed just for his pleasure. But he could wait. Waiting was what he did best.

  Hunter watched her face, judging the extent of her climax. He eased his finger from her depths and palmed her mound, soothing her through the last spasms.

  “Hold on tight, sweetheart. You’re not finished yet.”

  Her eyes widened as he dropped to his knees and lifted her legs over his shoulders. Her moans filled his head as he licked through the moisture gathered in her slit, found her clit, and sucked it into his mouth. Kerri writhed so ferociously that he pressed his palms against her hipbones to hold her in place. Using his thumbs to hold her open, he fucked into her with his tongue and felt her clenching, fighting toward another huge orgasm.

  “Don’t come until I tell you, Kerri. Wait for me, or face the consequences.” She cried out again as he returned to his feast. She tasted amazing, sweet, and spicy as her juices drenched his fingers and tongue. She was so damned responsive that he found himself struggling for control, and he’d never had a problem controlling his body or his woman. But this little blue-eyed innocent pushed his buttons every time he turned a corner.

  Trying to keep his distance the last few days had kept him half hard but in control. Her curiosity tonight had been impossible to ignore, and now Hunter found himself feeling possessive. Giving her up when this job ended would be damn near impossible.

  He could feel her pussy swelling, her need for completion reaching the point of no return. He had no desire to punish her tonight. That particular pleasure was a lesson for another day. Hunter slipped one hand away from her body to loosen his belt and pull a condom out of his pocket. He donned the condom as he rose to his feet, his slacks sliding down his thighs as he positioned his rigid cock at her entrance.

  Kerri’s ragged moan at his entrance forced him to slow down, his desire to let her come warring with the need to enjoy this first time. He wanted her to feel his pleasure along with her own. Hunter leaned over her, pushing a little deeper into the heat of her body while nuzzling her breast. He lifted his head and found her mouth ready and waiting for his kiss. Pressing deeper still, he absorbed her mewl of pleasure and felt her clenching around him.

  He pulled out almost completely then plunged deeper, filling her while watching her face. She was intoxicating, eyes glazed with need, face tight with pleasure and the struggle to hold back her climax.

  “Come now, Kerri,” he said, watching as she relaxed her self-control and reached for the pleasure. Hunter began to fuck harder as he felt the stirrings of her orgasm, riding the wave with her as he reached for his own. Surge after surge of the tightest grip he’d known took them both, and when he finally had nothing left, Hunter wrapped his arms around her and buried his head in her neck.

  “Wonderful, pretty girl. Beautiful Kerri. So strong. So good.” He held her a moment, kissing her throat, her ear, the corner of her mouth. Reaching one hand to hers, he pried he
r fingers off the leather cuff and lowered her hand to his shoulder. Her fingers flexed before inching into the hair at his nape. When he didn’t object, her other hand followed, and he cooed his approval.

  Chapter 7

  Hunter stepped into the kitchen and went on alert, every nerve in his body tingling until he saw Richard lounging in one of the dining room chairs, a glass of wine in front of him.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” he said, pushing the door shut behind him. “Kerri just left.”

  “My timing is perfect.” The hint of a grin crossed his face. “She dropped right into your bed, didn’t she? I thought you weren’t going to fuck her.”

  “I hadn’t planned on it,” Hunter replied, reaching for the bottle on the table and the second glass Richard had left next to it. “But damn it, you pushed her too far too fast.” He swiped a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t want to see her hurt.”

  “You like her.” It was a statement, not a question, and Hunter didn’t feel like acknowledging it. His feelings for Kerri were a problem he didn’t want to face just yet.

  Richard twisted the stem of his wine glass, swirling the dark liquid, his eyes focused on the motion. “She’s related to Denny Hudson. His niece, I believe.”

  “I’m aware of the connection, but I don’t think she knows her uncle well enough to be involved in his dealings.”

  “Is that why you pulled her into this when Sheila bailed on you?” He sipped, eyes still focused on Hunter’s response.

  “Hell no. I didn’t know who she was that night, just recognized her from the office. By the time I asked her name, it was too late to change gears.”

  “How can you be sure she’s not involved?”

  “I’ve done my homework, and you have the same answers. Don’t you read the reports I send you?” Hunter pushed the glass of wine away untouched and went to the liquor cabinet. A shot of something stronger was in order. Kerri’s request and her subsequent response messed with his head, clouded his thoughts. He needed to get her screams of pleasure out of his brain so he could focus on Richard’s conversation.