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  “Focus, Georgia. You will be obedient.” He leaned over and positioned his hand so that his fingers rested at her trembling entrance. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Billy.”

  He pushed three fingers into her. Georgia wanted to arch back against the bed and grind into his palm, but his unyielding gaze held her fast.

  She’d always fantasized about being chained to a bed. It was like Billy was trying to get her worked up. Like he wanted her to fail so that he’d have an excuse to punish her.

  Of course that was ridiculous. He was only doing his job.

  He pulled his hand back, then drove into her again. And again. Faster and faster, his fingers flew, and she responded the only way possible. Burning heat collected around where he pounded into her, and she contracted around him. She expected him to tell her not to come, not to move, but he just watched her, concentrating, probably tallying up the whipping she had coming. His frenzied movements shook the entire bed. The light, clean smell of her horniness floated up to her.

  When she snuck a glance at his cock, he roared, “No!”

  She jerked her gaze back to his, but the damage was done. His face shone with a triumphant grin. And she was too close to stop now. Her body clenched, squeezing so hard she was sure his fingers would end up bruised black and blue.

  At least she managed to be silent, aside from her strangled cry of surprise as Billy’s fingers continued their tempo. She didn’t fight him. She gave him what he wanted because she didn’t have a choice.

  “I could stop there, but because it’s you, I think I’d better take one more.”

  Take. He was taking her orgasms like they were a platter of cookies, simply waiting for him to do with as he pleased. She wanted to beg him to fuck her, but she managed not to. Barely.

  He rotated his hand slightly so that his thumb easily rested on her clit. “We’ll make this last one a little harder,” he said, pushing in deep. “Sleep.”

  She groaned as she closed her eyes and tried to ignore how good it felt to have him between her legs, and how helpless she was. Her stomach and legs trembled as she strained, her hips rising up from the damp sheets, and she peeked through her lashes.

  Billy leaned over and caught one of her nipples between his teeth. His stubble scraped across her tender skin, and her gasp of pleasure turned into a needy moan.

  She couldn’t stop. Her limbs ached as she fought the unsympathetic chains, and her moan became a lustful series of cries that grew louder the harder he bit.

  Billy made a disapproving sound, but instead of lecturing her, he sucked her nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. The tempo was slower than that of his thrusting fingers. He finger-fucked her harder, and she screamed as the orgasm swept her up in an all-encompassing rush of delicious, forbidden pleasure. Billy rasped his teeth over her nipple and it only made her world spin even faster.

  She gave up feigning that she was still pretending to sleep. Anyway, it wasn’t like Billy didn’t know. “I’m sorry,” she panted as she tried to control her convulsive breathing.

  “You’ve been very naughty, and you need punishing.” He didn’t sound at all furious. He sat up and languidly drew his fingers from her trembling cunt. He inserted them into his mouth and slowly sucked. His eyelids were half-closed, and his free hand fell to his erection, squeezing the shaft so hard that the head of his dick turned purplish and drops of clear fluid spilled from the tip.

  “I’m sorry,” Georgia whispered.

  He leaned forward until his mouth tickled her earlobe. “You make me forget why we’re here.” His voice was a gruff whisper. He stood slowly and undid Georgia’s restraints. She scrambled to sit up.

  “Do your wrists or ankles hurt?”

  Georgia flexed them. “No.”

  “Good.” He hauled her to her feet. “Get on the wall.”

  “You mean—”

  “Yes.”

  She took little mincing steps. “Billy, I’m so sorry. I really tried.”

  “I’m sorry too,” he said. “I’ve been too lenient with you.” He roughly grabbed and turned her, then hustled her to the wall.

  He had her wrists cuffed in a matter of seconds. She looked over her shoulder and saw that he was holding a whip. It had to be five feet long from the bottom of the handle to the end of the thin lash.

  “Don’t hurt me. Billy, please—”

  “Pain might be the only way to get through to you, woman. Now face the wall and be quiet.”

  She obeyed. She couldn’t believe this. Did she want to keep the job so badly that she was willing to let Billy whip her?

  The wicked edge of the whip snapped at the wall next to her, and Georgia shuddered.

  She wasn’t scared. She was horny.

  “I see what you need, Georgia, and I won’t hesitate to give it to you.” The lash flickered over the wall again, in the same spot. Then again. “Be still now. Moving could get you hurt.”

  She tensed up, but she wasn’t prepared for the line of fire that sliced across her upper back. It was both gentler and more intense than she ever could have predicted.

  “Billy,” she moaned.

  “You really don’t want to move,” he warned.

  He laid the lashes parallel to each other. God, it felt so damned good. “Please fuck me,” she mouthed soundlessly over and over. “Please, oh please.”

  When he finished, he inspected his handiwork, standing so close that she couldn’t help but hear how ragged his breathing had become. “Perfect,” he rumbled, running his fingertips over the stinging area. “The welts should be sufficient to distract you from your raunchy thoughts.” He left his hands on her for another long minute, then let her out of the cuffs and wrapped his arms around her.

  Georgia stiffened in surprise, then relaxed into him … and found that he was still excited. And she was the one being punished for having raunchy thoughts?

  Too soon, he released her. “We’re going to do a Sleeping Lady session now.”

  He walked across the room, his naked ass like a moving sculpture. When she tilted her head, she could see his large, heavy balls swaying. A bunch of orgasms, deep penetration, whipping … and she just wanted more. Being around Billy made her feel like some kind of deviant.

  Billy extracted her skimpy panties from her crumpled jeans and held them out to her. “I don’t have all day.”

  Georgia wriggled into them fast. She couldn’t stop ogling his big, hard cock. He wasn’t stroking himself per se, but the way he cupped his balls inspired all sorts of naughty ideas. He tossed her his t-shirt. “Use mine in case things get wet. I have extras in my locker.”

  She pulled it over her head. The soft fabric whispered gently down her whipped back. The shirt was, surprisingly, still a little warm from his body heat, and immediately she was surrounded by the clean, powerful masculine scent of him. Instant lust. Billy smelled so good, she was dying to bury her nose in the shirt and inhale him. She wanted to roll all over it and cover herself in his scent. The fact was that everything about the man turned her into an animal.

  “Um, maybe it’s better if I wear my shirt instead.”

  “Get into position.”

  With a little pout, she ran and got in the bed. When she laid down, her bodyweight caused her back to throb, but it was nothing unbearable. In fact, she liked it. It reminded her of Billy standing behind her, carefully meting out her punishment.

  She tugged the pillow under her head and turned to face Billy just in time to see him advancing, his hand now moving up and down his shaft. Really, was there anything sexier than a gorgeous man playing with his big erection—and knowing that she was the one who’d gotten him hot?

  “I suspect I wouldn’t like what’s going through your mind.” He pinched her nipples until she gasped. “I’m coming to learn that when your eyes get all unfocused like that, you’re having dirty thoughts.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Get into position. Now.”

  Georgia squeezed
her eyes closed, then relaxed. She started silently counting down from one hundred by threes. She’d reached seventy-nine when the firm, velvety head of Billy’s cock brushed against her chin and lips.

  The second he touched her, it was like a shot of adrenaline going right into her veins. Her heart kicked into high gear, and her nose appeared to be working overtime. The smell of Billy’s shirt was nothing compared to the addictive, musky scent of his cock. And more, she could smell herself on him. Maybe when he went home, he smelled his fingers and jerked off while thinking about her. Yum. The image of him in his bathroom, his jeans pooled around his ankles while he yanked on his dick, remembering her…

  Georgia barely managed to stifle a moan.

  Billy tapped her mouth gently with his cock, then slowly pressed the head between her soft, yielding lips.

  She allowed his pressure to open her a little more. Damn, she wanted to apply her tongue to him, to drag the tip along the underside of his girth, to take him deep and give him a blow job that he’d never forget.

  He stroked one of her full breasts, his touch so light that if she had been asleep, it probably wouldn’t have disturbed her. But she was awake and knew exactly who he was and what he was doing, and her nipple swelled and hardened against his palm.

  His hand trailed down her stomach and over her panties. One of his fingers worked into the wet fabric that concealed her even wetter pussy. He traced her cleft, sensually moving over the swollen mounds. He gently pulled the panties away just enough to gain access to the smooth, bare skin between her legs.

  He broadened his exploratory caresses. He tugged at her inner folds, then lowered one fingertip over her cunt entrance. Georgia moaned, but she managed to be quiet enough, she hoped …

  Billy didn’t stop, so she must have been doing a passable job. But of course the trial didn’t end there. No, Billy had to press that finger in deeper, so slowly that Georgia sucked her lower lip into her mouth and bit on it. He pulled back a bit, then bunched three fingers together and barely dipped into her, teasing her, opening her body and preparing her for penetration.

  He slammed into her, so deep and hard that the heel of his hand came up flat against her clit.

  Georgia gasped, her eyes flew open, and she grabbed Billy’s large, muscular forearm with both hands, squealing and trying to shove him away. Her whole body went hot. “Billy, please …”

  “You’re talkative for someone who’s supposed to be asleep,” Billy said grimly. He kept his fingers buried in her, grinding against her clit as he simultaneously stroked her g-spot. “Close your eyes.”

  Georgia did, but her hips were already rising up to accept the orgasm that Billy so skillfully insisted she endure. Just as she came, Billy pushed hard on her shoulders, and the pain from her fresh welts speared through her.

  “Be still,” he ordered.

  But she couldn’t.

  “We’ll try that again.” He sounded quite angry, and Georgia didn’t dare open her eyes because she knew he would yell at her. Wet, sucking noises filled the room as he finger-fucked her pitilessly. “Be still.”

  Georgia whimpered. Billy was the hottest man she’d ever been with. He was like a comic book superhero. No woman could be immobile with such a man focusing his attention on her.

  Her hips rose again.

  “Be still.” He found her nipple and tweaked it hard. “Still.”

  It didn’t stop the orgasm … but goddamn him, her body somehow found a way to not move.

  “Excellent, Georgia. You’re starting to make progress. Now I’m going to fuck you, and we’ll see if that doesn’t dampen your appetite. You can open your eyes.”

  He pulled his fingers free and forced them into her mouth. She sucked obediently as she savored the taste of herself on him. It was primal, this need to have her scent on this man, marking him even though he didn’t belong to her.

  He yanked her panties down to her knees as easily as if she were a rag doll. “Open your legs however much your panties allow. This is going to be a utilitarian fucking for the sole purpose of making your body obedient.”

  “I understand.” Before she could adjust the pillow behind her head, Billy’s enormous cock was descending on her. He paused when just the head was buried in her cunt and looked down. “Billy?”

  He didn’t answer, just stared. He was probably enjoying the sight of her pussy stretched open for him, wrapped around his shaft.

  His hips drove down, and he savagely entered her in a single, unyielding motion. Georgia groaned, and Billy clamped his hand over her mouth. It wasn’t gentle the way he did it. She really felt like she was being smothered. Had she tried to scream, her voice would have been completely muffled.

  “You are such a troublesome new hire.” The entire bed shook, rhythmically banging into the wall.

  Maybe training her was inconvenient, but he didn’t seem terribly put out. Georgia came, unable to keep the smile from her face.

  He continued fucking her hard and steady. “Go on, come again, greedy little girl.”

  She flushed, but he was right. She was totally a slut … for him. He made her like a cat in heat, wanting to rub up against his thick leg until he yielded, like he was doing now, and gave her all the cock she wanted, making her purr in satisfaction.

  She tentatively placed her hands on his stomach, then dragged them down to his hips and over his buttocks, feeling the immense power behind his thrusts. He was so firm, so perfect. She skimmed her palms over the vast planes of his chest, then tried to hold on by wrapping her hands around his biceps, but of course they were too big to be encircled. When she dared look at his face, he shook his head slightly in reprobation.

  But he didn’t stop her until she hesitantly touched his neck.

  “Careful, woman,” he growled as he pinned her wrists to the bed.

  After uncountable consecutive orgasms, Georgia’s hunger was finally sated. She placed her hands on Billy’s cool, damp chest and pushed him away.

  He pulled almost all the way out, and Georgia sighed in contentment.

  Then he smiled wickedly, and she realized she’d never think of dimples as cute again. “No,” Billy said. “We’re done when I say we’re done.” He drove into her, and the bed crashed against the wall.

  Georgia came again. How could she not when Billy controlled her body so expertly? By the time he decided she deserved a respite, Georgia was lightheaded, and the room spun.

  “Now then,” Billy said as he stood. He pulled her panties back over her hips and said, “Let’s see if you can comply.”

  Billy was right. All she’d needed was a nice, thorough fucking. Well, it kept her very still and obedient for the first ten minutes.

  Until she remembered Billy’s gorgeous face over her, his brows furrowed together, animal grunts escaping his throat with each thrust. Her breath hitched, and her pussy clenched as if trying to summon him to fuck her again.

  Was she obedient enough? He didn’t interrupt the session for a lecture, not even when he gently penetrated her and she responded by coming a few times, moaning his name softly.

  Billy finished by shooting his hot salty goodness onto her tongue, but he restrained her head so she didn’t have a chance of sucking him properly. As soon as he softened, he brought her clothes over and ordered her to get dressed.

  Georgia didn’t have the guts to ask if she was fired. She pulled his shirt off and held it out to him, but Billy waved it away. “Leave it on the bed for the laundry crew.”

  While he was busy pulling on his jeans and chasing down the keys, she folded the shirt up as small as possible, then squeezed it between her upper arm and her torso and wrapped her arms around herself, like she was cold.

  At least she’d have something to remember him by.

  Georgia shifted on the uncomfortable bench and sipped at the water that Prussia had insisted on bringing her. Billy had said he’d be back in twenty minutes, but it had already been an hour.

  “Don’t worry, baby doll,” Prussia sa
id, glancing up from the ledger she was filling with her cramped writing. “He probably just got distracted with something else.”

  Prussia’s declaration had been comforting the first five or six times, but now even Prussia didn’t seem to believe it.

  Georgia sighed. She’d known at the audition that this wasn’t the right job for her, and she didn’t mind trying her fortunes elsewhere, but that would mean she’d never see Billy again. “How often do the employees get to interact with the trainers after they start?”

  Prussia rolled her eyes. “Do not even go down that path. For all you know, Billy’s a happily married man! You’re lucky Elaine isn’t here or she’d report you.”

  Georgia stared at her hands and blushed. Sighing, Prussia said, “He’s not married.”

  “It’s just that I don’t know anyone.”

  “Oh, honey. You’ve got it bad.” Prussia stowed the ledger and came to sit next to Georgia. “Don’t worry. You’ll soon make friends with the other people on your shift, but that’s not what you’re fretting about, is it?” She moved closer. “The trainers aren’t allowed to socialize with the employees unless they’re being trained.”

  “Why not?”

  “Think about it. Hot employees. Hot trainers. Now how is a girl going to concentrate on her job if she’s worried about who her trainer is, um, training? And how’s a trainer going to manage when he knows his girl is out there fulfilling the sex fantasy of any man or woman who comes in this park and takes a shine to her?”

  “When you put it like that …”

  “The last girl who ran after Billy got demoted to serving wench. She was lucky they didn’t boot her out.”

  Georgia fidgeted with her water cup. “It doesn’t matter. I’m the worst Sleeping Lady this park has ever seen.”

  Prussia didn’t even have the decency to disagree. Georgia sighed.

  The door opened and Billy entered. “Georgia, your shift tomorrow evening is 6:00 to 9:00, but you’re to arrive ninety minutes early. Management wants me to work you before you begin.”

  “Work me?”