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  Jarit was deliberately provoking, another lawyer’s trick. It was also an excellent technique for Dominants.

  “Screw you,” she declared. “And the horse you rode in on.”

  “Is that supposed to put me in my place?”

  She snorted. “A man like you doesn’t know his place.”

  “Oh that’s where you’re wrong. My place is over you—in the bedroom, anyways—giving you the orders you crave, making you be my good little girl, or, if I want, my naughty girl.”

  “I’d slap you again if you weren’t driving.”

  “I want to see you play with yourself.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “While we’re driving.”

  “Are you nuts?”

  “Probably, but I think you like that about me, among other things.”

  Her lip curled into defiance but her eyes were another story.

  “Show me yours,” he rasped. “I’ll show you mine.”

  With one hand on the wheel, the other in his crotch he began to undo his zipper.

  “Jarit, you’ll crash the car!”

  “I know what I’m doing.”

  “I’m sure you do. You’re just not doing it with me.”

  He took her hand and put it in place of his. He had no underwear on. She gasped at the feel of his naked skin.

  “I told you, you do things to me.”

  “This isn’t…fair,” she moaned.

  “You were watching me during the football game,” he said. “You thought about me, didn’t you?”

  She had her fingers wrapped around his cock. He was fully exposed now, throbbing, doing his best to hold back. This was not the time to come. He needed his control, now more than ever.

  “Yes,” she whispered, putting her neck back against the head rest. “I…I couldn’t stop.”

  Jarit caressed her thigh. He seriously wished he had a robot to drive right now. “What did you think?”

  “I couldn’t take my eyes off you,” she confessed. “The way you moved, the way you controlled that ball, moving the ball up and down the field, everyone depending on you to win the game for them.”

  “I would have exchanged it all to be alone with you, to have you on that field, at my mercy, staked out on your back, no one else in the whole world as I slowly ravished you, your body utterly at my mercy, my fingers, my lips…my cock.”

  “Oh god, Jarit.”

  “More than anything, you would want to move, to turn the tables, but you would be able to do nothing but writhe, your clothes in rags around you, your wrists and ankles tied, your sex, your breasts, every inch of you exposed. You would be mine, Macy, completely mine.”

  “Yes…”

  “Say it.”

  “I would be…yours.”

  “To conquer and have.”

  She sighed, greedy to squeeze and expose him even more. “We should stop somewhere.”

  “When I say so, we will. For now you are going to take that dildo, baby, and put it right inside your hot, amazing, dripping pussy.”

  Here it was, the moment of decision.

  Would she take this next step? Would she let him raise the bar yet again?

  Macy removed her hand from his cock. “I don’t think so. Besides, I have clothes on.”

  “Then you’ll have to take off your shorts and panties.”

  She waited for the punch line. Hearing none, she said, “Over someone’s dead body.”

  “I could threaten to crash the car,” he teased.

  “And kill us both? I don’t think so.”

  “You’re right, but I might just pull over and haul you in the backseat for a spanking.”

  She glared at him. He knew, if he could take her pulse, it would be off the charts.

  “You’re bluffing,” she said, a distinct edge to her voice. Besides, I have too many clothes on.”

  His turn to laugh. “Oh you should not have said that.”

  Her mouth gaped. “If you think I’m stripping…”

  “I don’t think, Macy, I know.”

  “You don’t know squat.”

  Jarit could sense it in her body, the combination of utter terror and wild desire. The deepest he’d ever seen. Was she wanting permission? Or did she need an order? Both, clearly.

  “People will see,” she said. “Truckers, even.”

  “The glass is pretty well tinted.”

  “Pretty well may work for you but not for me. Besides…”

  Jarit grinned as she trailed off. “Admit it. It excites you a little, the prospect of exposing yourself.”

  Macy confirmed his suspicions with her silence.

  “Well here’s your chance, because you can absolve yourself of all responsibility. I am telling you to do it, I am commanding you. Me, the man who can do things to your body no one else can.”

  She was squirming, he nearly had her.

  “I’ll regret this. I know I will,” she muttered, taking the dildo out of the package.

  “Kiss it for me,” he said.

  Macy bit her lip.

  “Now.”

  She put her tongue out, ever so slightly. Lifting the dildo, she touched it to her mouth, sweetly, gently.

  He told her to lick it and she became bolder, running her tongue up and down, leaving a glistening trail, as if it were the perfect ice cream cone on a summer’s day.

  Jarit tried to keep from exploding, the sight of her was so damn arousing.

  “It’s time,” he said. “Put the dildo where we both want it.”

  “I can’t,” she said, her voice a fierce whisper.

  Jarit lowered the pitch of his voice ever so slightly. It was a proven technique even on newbie subs. “This isn’t a debate. No one will see, and so what if they did. Remove the shorts, Macy, and the panties. I want you bare-assed.”

  She went visibly weak, as if his words had somehow touched her, the way a crop would, teasing, smacking. “Yes,” she said.

  Lifting up, she tugged both garments down at once.

  He nearly veered off the road as her gleaming thighs came into view.

  “Watch the flipping road,” she cried.

  Jarit spared half an eye. The rest of his vision was way too preoccupied watching that pink sweetness come into view, those petal-like lips, the delicately oozing sex juice hinting of so much more beneath the surface.

  So much pleasure.

  So much to conquer.

  She had a little trouble getting the panties and the modest shorts off, but at last she managed, leaving both garments and shoes in a pile between her legs.

  “The leather,” she sighed, putting her butt down solidly on the buttery black material. “It feels…”

  “Like sex?”

  “Yes and…”

  “And slavery, darling.” His fingers trailed up her thigh, bidding her open for him. “You’re mine, Macy. In this car, now, I own every sweet inch of you.”

  She groaned. “You’re incorrigible.”

  “And you’re magnificent.”

  Macy was busy watching his cock, the pulsing vein covered flesh so fully erect it threatened to steer the wheel all by itself.

  “You’re the magnificent one,” she said, eyes transfixed.

  He chuckled. “I do hope you like me for more than my dick.”

  “Sure, I love your balls too.”

  “You’ll pay for that,” he teased.

  “I hope so.”

  “Legs apart,” he commanded. “Wide.”

  She did so, planting her bare feet on either side of the floor mat.

  “Nice and slow,” he said, stroking his cock in kind. “For both of us.”

  Macy touched the dildo to her puffy sex lips, just barely grazing the engorged ridge, the perfect tease, as she induced the little droplets of lubrication to ooze their way free from her hot and pulsing sheath.

  A soft moan escaped her as she pushed it in, ever so slightly, beckoning, causing her pussy to visibly contract in anticipation.

  “Damn,”
he muttered. “You sure you’ve never done this for a living?”

  “Done what?” she breathed. “Perform live sex shows in foreign automobiles?”

  “No, drive men crazy in general. And by the way,” he announced, “you may not come without permission.”

  She gasped. “You’re kidding.”

  “Do I sound like I’m kidding?”

  “No…”

  It was his courtroom tone, no mistake.

  “Disobey me, young lady, and I’ll paddle your bare ass. And don’t think I’m bluffing because I have a paddle in the trunk.”

  “Of course you do, Sir.”

  He chuckled. She was relaxing into her torment, a little edgy, but slipping nicely into the role.

  Give it another hour. They’d be clear up to his favorite getaway place by then.

  The Silver Cuff Dungeon.

  How long was this torture going to go on?

  Macy could barely stand it. Over and over she shuddered against the resilience of the artificial penis, the plastic somehow hard and soft at the same time, confusing her senses, painful and pleasurable as she tried to maneuver around the main sensations, ignoring the one overwhelming need as she pushed the thing in and out, in and out.

  She just had to come.

  Her clit had reached its swollen maximum what felt like hours ago and somehow, like the hot-blooded, cool-tempered machine he was, Jarit Colson kept right on stroking himself and driving.

  It was well past dark now and in the back of her mind was the knowledge that this was Sunday, to be followed by Monday, the first day of the new week.

  And a busy one it would be. Ten new corporate audits to get her department started on and that didn’t begin to cover the internal meetings and routine reports.

  “What is it you want?” he coaxed now as he pulled off the expressway onto some godforsaken exit past the suburbs. “I want to hear it.”

  “I want…to go home…work in the morning,” she managed, the words coming in short stabs.

  He let go of his cock long enough to palm her breast.

  She arched her back, inclining into him, giving herself to his touch, the burning caress, the squeezing of his fingers through the material of her shirt and bra.

  “No, don’t,” she pleaded.

  “Tell me what you really want, Macy.”

  Her teeth chattered. “I want…I need…I…I can’t stop.”

  The orgasm flooded through her, no power in the cosmos to stop her. It had come against Jarit’s orders and yet it was anything but under her control. Like a tsunami it slammed her senses, robbing her of self will, dignity and any ability to conceal.

  She bucked against the dildo, grinding it deep and hard. Her eyes slid shut as she called him every name she could think of.

  The first orgasm gave way to a second, deeper and even fuller. She tried to support herself but she could feel her body slipping, as though a flood was taking her over, the rising, swirling waters following the initial tidal wave.

  The entire car seemed to be swirling with her, the entire world even.

  Only Jarit was constant, in the center of everything, playing and manipulating, getting from her exactly what he wanted, from the ends of her nerve fibers to the deepest core of her spine.

  She might have screamed, she wasn’t sure.

  Sometime later, maybe an hour, a year, she woke up and found herself slumped against Jarit, his strong shoulder supporting her head.

  “Where are we?” she mumbled, noting the vehicle had stopped.

  “We’ve reached our destination, my pretty little slave.”

  The way he said the words so matter-of-factly made her pussy clench, the spasms starting all over again.

  She had reacted the same way before when he had talked about owning her body in the car. But this involved getting out and going to this new place.

  It was huge and made of stone. An old house, a castle really. A chill went down her spine. The house was creepy, intriguing, like The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

  “Tomorrow’s a work day,” she said, trying not to sound overly lame.

  “I know. And I can have you back home by ten if that’s what you want. Or we can stay here a few hours. You may have to be late in the morning. You may miss the whole day. What do you say? It’s your call.”

  Macy looked at Jarit’s cock, so luscious and proud, standing tall. This was not a fair call. It was foul. “How am I supposed to refuse you?”

  “Easy.” He brushed the hair from in front of her face. “You just say ‘no’.”

  “You know I wouldn’t,” she accused. “That’s why you kidnapped me.”

  He arched a brow. “That’s a stretch, don’t you think? Look, I took advantage a little and sure I’m doing my best to convince you but the fact is, BDSM is about the submissive’s power. You run the show, not me.”

  “In that case,” she said, reaching for his cock, “we’ll change the rules a little, huh?”

  Jarit pushed her hand away. “Sorry, that isn’t an option. This will be on my terms, if and when I decide anything happens tonight. Look, I promised you dinner and believe it or not, the chef is exquisite. We can eat supper, catch one of the private shows, no pressure. But if you still want, I can turn us around and have you home for the eleven o’clock news in your dinosaur jammies.”

  “I do not have dinosaur jammies.”

  “Bunnies then.” He was grinning but she wasn’t appreciating the banter.

  She felt the pink in her cheeks. “Change the subject please.”

  “There’s only one subject, Macy. Either you submit to me, allow me to take you on this journey tonight, or it all ends now.”

  Her heart skipped a beat. She shouldn’t care about such a threat but she did. “What are you talking about?”

  “We go back to polite nods on the elevator, avoiding each other at the mailbox.”

  “But that’s not fair.”

  He shrugged. “Macy, life isn’t fair.”

  “Fine,” she blurted. “Take me home.” Tears welled, just behind her eyes, stinging as she watched the mystery mansion disappear, smaller and smaller in the front window. Jarit said nothing as he backed the car down the long, winding driveway. He was concentrating, his arm over the backseat behind her. She could see his cock shrinking, along with the building…and any chance of a relationship with a really nice guy.

  Way to go, Macy.

  Chapter Four

  Monday was hell, all the more so because Macy had spent most of the previous night self-exiled on her own couch, tossing and turning like a flapjack. It beat the alternative though, which was lying in bed thinking of him. His memory had been in everything. She’d sworn she could even catch the scent of his cologne, the deep musk mingled with sheer manhood. The way her body touched the silk sheets, the way the pillow curved beneath her neck, the sheet twisting subtly about her torso, all of it reminded her of his touch, the distinct commanding presence of Jarit Colson, the one man who’d ever broken through every rule, shattering her every expectation.

  And she’d let him go. Correction, he had forced her hand, leaving her no option but to sever ties lest he take too much.

  Slave for a night in some kind of dark house. What did that mean? Why hadn’t he explained better?

  Because you said no right off the bat. You didn’t trust him.

  “I did too trust him. He’s the one who broke faith.”

  He even offered to keep it platonic, a little dinner and a show.

  “A BDSM show,” she corrected.

  “What? Huh?” said Cal Dugan the resident IT guy who, at the moment, was stooped under her desk looking at her hard drive.

  Macy had forgotten he was there. Frankly she’d forgotten everything. “Never mind.”

  Cal shook his head, brushed off his pants. “I don’t see anything. You said you hit refresh, right?”

  She tried not to sound cross. “Yes, Cal, for the hundredth time. Here I’ll even show you.”

  The scr
een went blank, half a second and it was back.

  Macy swallowed hard.

  “You have to hit refresh,” he said.

  “Sorry,” she muttered.

  “No problem.” He winked, no doubt thinking he had one more leg up on his one-sided campaign to make the two of them an item. “If you want, I can give you a refresher after work.”

  Macy ignored the pun. “I have plans, but thank you.”

  She planned to sleep. She planned to dig a hole. She planned a lot of things. None of which included her presumptuous, arrogant, impossible neighbor.

  “Another time,” said Cal, crestfallen.

  Just as Cal shuffled off, along came Riana to take his place in the Most Annoying Human on Earth Competition.

  “Ry, I can’t do this right now.”

  “Do what?”

  “Whatever you have, it doesn’t matter,” Macy exclaimed.

  Riana, unfazed, marched into her office and took her hand. “Oh no, you don’t get to brush me off. You and I are heading to lunch.”

  “It’s only nine-thirty.”

  “Honey, where’s your sense of adventure? It’s twelve o’clock somewhere.”

  Riana could do such things because she was sleeping with the boss. She didn’t consider it sleazy, just insurance.

  “Let them try to lay me off, my boyfriend Caruthers knows I will go straight to his wife and the bishop of his church, in that order,” she was fond of saying.

  Order was everything for Macy too, but it didn’t involve sex.

  Not on the job or off it.

  Not anymore.

  “Riana, give Macy a break will you?”

  It was Nel, back from her Danish run. Thanks be to the sugar gods.

  “Hey, I’m just trying to help. I know a lovesick puppy when I see one.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” snapped Macy, loud enough to be heard out in the cubicle area and probably down to the corner offices as well, one of which she hoped to occupy one day.

  Not that she was doing herself much good these days.

  “We are bailing,” Nel said, taking Macy’s arm. Five minutes later they were in the parking lot, leaning on Nel’s squeaky-clean, vintage, lime-punch-colored Bug, sipping green tea from a cooler she kept in her trunk.

  “So how did this Jarit guy get you all twisted around?” asked Nel, as usual getting straight to the point.