LegallyBinding Read online

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  Kat was still chained with hands over her head, her bare toes on the cool stone floor. They were in a dungeon, a slave keep from the days of old.

  He’d been taunting her with the whip. Now the moment had arrived. When her submission would begin.

  She shook her head thrashing.

  He tapped the whip against her hip. “Open for me, my love.”

  “Please,” she begged.

  He slapped the leather against her flesh just hard enough to get her attention.

  “Are you defying me?”

  “No, Master, I swear.”

  He cut her slack as she did her best, spacing her toes as best she could.

  “Some slaves can orgasm from the whip on their pussies. Did you know that?”

  The look on her face said it all, horror mixed with dark desire.

  Would he try it out on her?

  Not just yet.

  He pressed the leather, finding the ridge of her sex lips. He ordered her to move against it.

  She pretended to hate it, but as her breasts heaved and her face clouded with pleasure, he knew she was close to coming.

  “You’re quite a sweet little slut,” he said.

  She regarded him, scandalized.

  “It’s all right,” he said. “You’re free of pretense. You can be horny all you like. You’re my little one, my pet, and I would have you no other way.”

  “Master.” She whimpered. “May I come?”

  “No, girl.”

  She threw back her head in sexual agony. He did not ease up, continuing to work on her dripping sex.

  He had something else in mind for her breasts. Very lightly he slapped them one after the other. Just hard enough to bring the heat of sensation. And the recognition of her true status.

  “I am going to whip you,” he said.

  “Yes,” she sighed. “I am your slave. Whip me.”

  He took his finger, rubbed it over her lips.

  She took it eagerly into her mouth, sucking it with all the abandon a man could desire. Just like it was his cock.

  “You’ll be fun to train,” he said. “And very easy.”

  “I am easy…for you.” She spoke the words with his finger still in her mouth. The words came out hot and garbled.

  Julian unzipped his cock and began to stroke. It was going to be hell waiting. But first things first.

  She needed his discipline. She needed the torment mixed with her ecstasy.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  Julian broke away once again from the dream, the one he’d promised to tell her.

  It was getting like this more and more, the real world blending into his fantasies with every girl reminding him of her.

  Nearly every day his brother accused him of being on drugs because he seemed so out of touch.

  “Go and get laid,” he’d said. “That’s your problem. You’re not getting enough.”

  But he couldn’t, not without imagining Kat’s face, Kat’s body in place of the woman he was with. And that would have been no fair to anyone.

  If only he could make her understand. The trouble was he didn’t really get it himself.

  He knew what was happening. But not why.

  The only answer he knew, which he was pursuing with a vengeance, was domination.

  And he was winning. As always. Now to keep the stakes under control.

  Chapter Six

  Kat’s heart had nearly stopped as Julian asked her the question.

  I don’t care, her brain wanted to scream. But her libido was craving it blow by blow.

  “Whatever it was,” she said pointedly. “That is where it will stay.”

  “Maybe, maybe not, suppose we find out over lunch?”

  “How many times do I have to say no? Or shall I step on your foot again?”

  He looked unfazed, as if he was going to get his way.

  Eventually. Once he had worn her down. Won her over.

  She loved that about him. And hated it too.

  “How about Chinese?” he said.

  Persistent, cocky bastard.

  “If I go it will be the last time we ever see each other, got it?”

  He said nothing.

  “I mean it.”

  “I’m sure you do.” He was walking her down the corridor, his hand still clenching hers.

  It felt good much as she didn’t want to admit it.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” she demanded.

  He laughed, the deep rich tone of his voice curling her toes. There was no mistaking. Julian Morrell was just getting warmed up. How was he managing to get to her again?

  The touch of his hand, enveloping, gently possessive but hard and firm, the feel of his body next to hers, making her want to hurry to bed with him and run away at the same time.

  Unbidden, her mind slipped backward into fantasy, last night’s dream picking up where it had left off.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  Julian with his shaft in her mouth, a perfect fit, his flesh hard as steel as he came, pumping his seed to the back of her throat. As he continued his climax, she swallowed every drop until it was all gone.

  Kat didn’t want it to end. She wanted to stay connected like this forever, serving him lovingly on her knees, him above her, drawing his pleasure.

  Sensing her need, he praised her as he withdrew. Calling her his good girl he stroked her hair and made her feel wanted and owned in the best possible sense of the word.

  Then he told to sit back on her heels so she could watch him as he stroked himself bringing his cock back to life. She was fascinated and mesmerized and hungry. Between her legs she burned with need and when he gave the next command her body screamed out its cooperation.

  “Lie down for me, spread your legs.”

  Yes. Here and now. No more delay. And then, just like that, he was on her, in her, filling her.

  His cock was larger than she’d ever known in him or any man, and from the very first moment of his penetration she was lost to it, gone to the sensations of being conquered, possessed and taken.

  Miraculously, he began to come again though it felt like only seconds had passed. Or was it a hundred years?

  He bent his head, seized hold of her breast. Suckling and lapping with his tongue. And then he took her other breast, grasping it with his hand, cupping and holding her flesh making her feel so very close and needed.

  Don’t let it end, she thought. Don’t let it end.

  His hand, his squeezing, delicious hand.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  “Katherine. Kat, are you in there?”

  She snapped back to reality. Julian was holding her hand trying to get her to cross the street.

  “Yes. Where else would I be?”

  She flushed red from embarrassment.

  He gave her a peculiar look.

  “Anything you’d like to tell me Kat?”

  “No I’m fine. Are we going to lunch or not?”

  He arched a brow. “I thought that’s what we were doing and then you just checked out on me.”

  “I have a lot on my mind.”

  “I’m sure you do.”

  “I blame you,” she said though she offered no explanation as they continued side by side just managing to cross the street before the light turned back to red.

  He said nothing more until they reached their destination a block down from her office.

  “Did you have this scoped out or do you take all your women here?” she said as he held the door for her.

  It was the Chinese place. The one he’d mentioned earlier. She knew it well but only from take out.

  “I have no other women,” he said cryptically. “Not anymore.”

  It was the sort of remark any woman would put high stock in. Naturally she pretended not to have heard it.

  He had a table waiting in the back.

  “So you did plan this,” she accused.

  “A good businessman prepares for every eventuality.”

  “And if I’d
said no?”

  He pulled out her chair for her. She pretended not to care.

  “Life goes on.”

  “You’re a very hard man to figure out,” she said as he took his place across from her.

  “Oh I think you get me just fine,” he said. “When you want to that is.”

  This was more than she could bear. “You think I’m playing games. You think I wanted this to happen. I’m not the one who just showed up out of the blue today.”

  “Right. You’re the one who ran off without so much as a handshake or note goodbye.”

  Kat offered no reply. She was above it. Wasn’t she?

  “Mr. Morrell.” It was the owner, Mr. Wong. “Such an honor to have you back.”

  Julian replied in what was obviously a perfect version of Mandarin Chinese.

  Seriously?

  The two carried on like that for a full minute, occasionally looking in her direction.

  Rude.

  “Forgive us,” said Mr. Wong. “Mr. Morrell was telling me a little while ago that he would be entertaining a woman of unsurpassed beauty. I can see he has in fact understated the matter.”

  Kat frowned. Why did he manage to put himself back in her good graces every time she was ready to write him off?

  “I will see to it you have the best,” Mr. Wong assured them.

  She tried not to be impressed. “Known him long have you?”

  “We just met this morning,” he said. “I stopped here on my way to see you.”

  “Well you’ve certainly gotten in his good graces fast enough.”

  “We have common interests. Naturally I made an effort to learn them when I found out you liked the food here.”

  Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

  “I had you investigated. How else do you think I figured out where you worked?”

  “I tried to block it out I guess. But you’ve been stalking me, haven’t you?”

  He gave a wry smile. “I showed extraordinary interest. I pursued you. But I mean you no harm. You should know that by now.”

  “Any man who ties up girls is dangerous.”

  “Even willing ones?”

  “You caught me at a weak moment,” she defied.

  “You were weak for a whole night actually. And you must have been pretty weak the next morning when you took off rather than run the risk of facing me again.”

  “I am not scared of you, Julian Morrell.” Her back was up now. If he wanted a dose of wildcat he was going to get it.

  “You know you’re adorable when you are angry,” he said, angering her even more.

  “I’m out of here,” she said. “And I don’t care if I lose my job. I never want to see your face again.”

  “Have lunch first, I will be on my best behavior. I promise.”

  She regarded him with perfectly justifiable suspicion. “And that will be the end of it?”

  “If that’s what you want.”

  “Not if, Julian, it is what I want.”

  “It’s settled then.”

  He was giving in too easy. “I mean it. No loopholes.”

  “You’re the lawyer. You would know more about that than I.”

  “Good,” she said. But was it good?

  She barely paid attention as Julian ordered for them. She liked the lull of his voice, so masculine and confident. And the way he handled the waiter, assertive but not domineering.

  His hands looked so delicious on the table. They were hands made to spank and touch a woman’s body, the fingers born to explore, manipulate and stimulate. Certainly those hands knew the contours and heat of her body.

  “Are you all right?” he asked after the waiter was gone.

  “Yes, I’m fine.”

  I’d be better if you took me from my chair and pushed me down over the table, she thought, lifting the bottom of my skirt to bare my panty-clad ass.

  Unable to see him above and behind her, she would have to guess. Was he going to punish her or fuck her? And what if he wanted to use the narrower hole?

  She felt the spasms in her body at the very thought of anal intercourse. It had been a fantasy of hers, dark in the recesses of her mind. She had dared to tell it to no one.

  Gina had submitted this way. She had been filled with Giorgio’s glorious cock and made to take his pounding blows as he worked himself to the fullness of manly pleasure. The very first time Giorgio had pulled out so he could come all over Gina’s backside.

  She had whimpered from the feeling, the intense and magical subjugation.

  “You don’t look fine.”

  “Well you don’t know my looks very well then,” she dismissed.

  He refused to let go. “Are you getting sex regularly?”

  Her eyes widened. “I am not talking about my sex life with you.”

  “So the answer is no.”

  “I have a lover,” she blurted just to spite him. “He’s amazing if you must know.”

  Julian betrayed no reaction.

  What had she expected, jealousy? As if she cared how he felt about this or any other topic.

  “Do you submit to him?” he wanted to know.

  A trickier question, one not so easily disposed of. Which answer would more quickly leave him in the dust?

  “Yes, we have a little fun.”

  “Such as?”

  Damn him and his cross-examiner routine.

  “We use handcuffs,” she said. “And one time he…spanked me.”

  Oh great, she had to go and say that.

  “You were spanked? How was it?”

  “Fine,” she said thinking maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad. “It was pretty normal, you know.”

  He smiled, his gaze utterly unnerving and stripping her naked. She itched to kneel and end this pretense.

  “You’re lying,” he said at last.

  “Wh-what?”

  “If you were spanked I would know it.”

  “How?” she challenged.

  “You’d be different. It’s like that with submissives. Once they’ve tasted the whip or even the crack of a man’s hand it stays with them.”

  “Oh I’d be crawling to you I’m sure.”

  She’d intended it as a joke.

  “Not to me, to the one who punished you.”

  “That’s preposterous.”

  “Hardly. That is why I had intended to be the first. I would have spoiled you for any other dominants.”

  Her toes curled. She had put the kibosh on that by telling him it was over.

  Something occurred to her. “What if you’d spanked me from the get go?”

  “Would you still have run off on me?” he guessed her question. “BDSM isn’t like an evil spell or some kind of hypnotism. You would have had every right and ability to leave, but you would have had to fight a little harder to do so.”

  I was already fighting, she wanted to tell him. But that wouldn’t do. She was barely coming to terms with the idea herself and the last thing she needed was him knowing too.

  “As for Gina,” he added with a wry grin and a wink. “She was stuck on that island so she didn’t have much choice did she?”

  They were both laughing.

  Which was probably the worst thing that could have happened…at least when you were trying to end a relationship before it could even get started.

  Laughing with Kat was the most fun he’d had in ages. He’d almost forgotten a woman could be fun to spend time with. Maybe if he relaxed a little and got to know someone better…

  “I’m enjoying this,” he said as the spring rolls and wonton soup arrived.

  “You sound surprised.”

  “I’m used to business and to sex,” he said frankly. “But just talking is…different.”

  “I know. It is for me too,” she said. “Though in my case it’s all business.”

  “Really?” he arched a brow. “But your boyfriend?”

  She bit her lower lip. Jackpot.

  “I mean he’s a lawyer too,” she
said hastily. “And we talk work a lot.”

  “Yes. I’m sure.”

  “He exists, I swear.”

  Julian took a deep breath. They were such a long way from trust. But BDSM had ways of bridging the gap.

  “You’re lying to me,” he said. “And your punishment…is your panties.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You will take them off. Use the restroom if you like.”

  “Like hell.”

  “Do it here then.”

  “You’re nuts.”

  “No more than you are.” He lowered his voice. “You want to play this game and you need it. Now go, little girl, or would you rather take care of it here at the table?”

  She was breathing just a little more quickly. Her eyes had moistened, pupils dilated. The risk was battling in her mind with the reward, the scandal and the thrill. She wanted it, she just needed permission.

  To play. To have fun.

  It’s okay, darling Kat. Let go. He said the words first to himself and then aloud.

  She sighed and visibly relaxed. Her eyes said the rest.

  Is it truly safe to let go and trust you?

  He telegraphed the answer.

  Play with me, Kat, play to your heart’s content, nothing will harm you.

  He watched her lick her lips. As if hypnotized.

  “Am I dreaming?” she wondered aloud.

  “Pinch yourself if you like.”

  “I shouldn’t even be here,” she said. “Much less pinching any parts of my anatomy.”

  “It’s for work, remember?”

  “This kind of work gets people fired.”

  “Then you’ll come and work for me. Besides, Wannamaker and Tallows won’t touch you. Not with what I am paying them.”

  “It’s still a crazy thing to do.”

  “Tell me it doesn’t turn you on. The idea of having me take over here and now…for the rest of the afternoon?”

  He could see the reaction behind her eyes. Time to strike.

  “Now which is it?” he asked, reminding her of the options for removing her panties. “Slave.”

  She responded as if stung, subtly, but to her core.

  “The bathroom,” she whispered.

  “Speak up.”

  “I will use the bathroom,” she repeated.

  “Do not keep me waiting,” he said.

  “No, Master.”

  “Oh and one more thing, no masturbation and don’t try to fool me. I will know.”