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  When I came out, Corbin was standing bare-chested, holding his wet shirt. That sobered me right up. The man had a body to die for, and just when I thought I was getting used to it, he’d catch me off-guard again.

  He undid his pants, pulled them off, and kicked them to the side. I knelt in front of the couch and dropped several sheets of paper towel on the fabric, trying to soak up the liquid. Then I dropped towels on the floor and started to wipe.

  “That’s good,” Corbin said. I glanced up and saw that he’d divested himself of underwear, too. Most of the wine hadn’t even gotten on him.

  I knelt up so that I could reach his cock. I looked up at him, keeping eye contact as I leaned forward and accepted his stiffening sex into my mouth. His dark brows furrowed, and he swallowed. Within seconds he was filling me, and I had to back off a bit to give myself room to breathe.

  He gathered my hair and held it out of my face, and I anchored my hands above his knees. The steely hardness of his leg muscles surprised me. Incredible that someone’s body could feel like that.

  He pulled on my hair, slowly urging me deeper on his shaft. I tensed up.

  “It’s ok, Audrey. I can see your hands, and I’m watching your face. All you have to do is relax. I’ll do the rest.”

  I glanced up and saw that the dominant expression had settled over him. Frightening how easily he slipped into this mode. But I trusted him, and the edge of danger was sexy.

  I closed my eyes and squeezed my hands into fists, then relaxed them against the wall of his thighs. He moved himself into and out of my mouth, slow and shallow, and I began to time my breathing with his thrusts.

  “I’m going deeper now.” He pressed forward, and the head of his cock touched the back of my throat.

  I started to panic. My shoulders hunched forward and I curled my body, trying to move away from him while still moving close to him at the same time. Then I gagged, and he moved back a little.

  “You can do this,” he soothed, his voice firm. “I’ve got you. I’m watching carefully, and I’ve got my mind-reading senses focused on you. You are safe. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.” He tugged on my hair, adjusting my head, and I didn’t resist him. Suddenly his cock slipped past that gaggy area and into my throat.

  I’d never had a cock so deep before. This was total submission, and I realized that I hadn’t given him attitude first.

  Corbin rocked back, slowly, and I breathed in a few times, relieving the ache in my lungs. A rush of adrenaline coursed through me.

  “Relax,” he almost purred, his voice like silk. Deep inside me he went. “I’m going to move now. You’re safe.”

  He was right. I was. I felt so protected by this dangerous man, and I moaned, excited. Oh, all the naughty things I wanted to do. I shifted and realized my pussy was wet.

  “That’s good for now,” he said, pulling his throbbing erection away.

  I smiled, wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, and popped the end into my mouth. I squeezed and sucked him, working my hand up and down his shaft. My reward was instant. Corbin was nearly panting, and I sensed from the tension in his body that he wanted to stop me but couldn’t.

  Take that, powerful dom.

  “That’s good,” he said, warning in his voice.

  I slowly allowed him to rock back from me, but I kept up a bit of wet suction, just to torture him. His erection popped free of my mouth with a wet little smack. I looked up at him, smirking. Corbin’s mask-like expression made me all cold and hot at the same time.

  He grabbed my upper arm. “Disobedient? No sex for now. Go take a shower.”

  I crossed my arms and pouted, but Corbin turned my shoulders and sharply smacked my ass. It sent me scurrying across the floor and up the stairs, my hands thrust behind my butt in case he was coming after me. Sadly, he wasn’t. When Corbin said no sex, he meant it.

  After I showered, I dressed in my own pajamas and went to find Corbin. He was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a newspaper. I stared. He was shirtless perfection, and he was proof, yet again, that flannel pajama bottoms were sexy.

  “Your phone rang.” He folded the paper and stood, his broad chest a lesson in muscle anatomy. “I was thinking that we could go snowshoeing tomorrow. I know a great spot in the mountains.”

  “Nice,” I said, eyeing his sculpted abs. “And snowshoeing sounds good, too.”

  A dark eyebrow lifted. “Your phone.”

  I wandered into the living room and found my phone. Henry. He’d left a voicemail. I wouldn’t have checked it except for the fact that he was chasing Corbin.

  Audrey. Gimme a call. Got a question for you. The scowl was still on my face as I returned to the kitchen.

  “What’s wrong?” Corbin asked.

  “Henry.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t worry about him. Whatever information he thinks he has is wrong.”

  “I don’t see how you can be so cavalier about it.” I poked a finger in his face. “If you’re going to get caught, I should get the money. After all, I found you first.”

  “Hush.” He grabbed my waggling finger and easily twisted my hand behind my back, pulling my body close against his naked chest.

  The ache deep inside me was back, and Corbin felt yummier than ever. “I’m horny,” I whined. If he didn’t want to fuck me, he needed to put on some damn clothes.

  Releasing me, he sat and pulled one side of the string holding his pajamas closed, then eased the fabric down under his balls. His cock was already hard, curving back toward his body.

  “If you want to get fucked, you’re going to have to earn it. Strip.”

  Gladly. Half a second and I was nude before him. He took his time drinking me in, his face expressionless. I’d never had a man stare at my breasts so openly and for so long, and my nipples stiffened as surely as if he’d touched them.

  His attention lingered on my pussy. “Go upstairs and get a condom from the bathroom. I want you to walk slowly.” He fisted himself, and I did a half pirouette. “No. Turn back around.”

  I did, shooting him an evil look that didn’t seem to bother him in the least.

  “I said to move slowly. So turn slowly.”

  “And if I don’t?”

  “Then I guess you can masturbate.”

  My evil look must have been funny because he was holding back a laugh.

  “The woman is supposed to be the one who decides when sex happens,” I protested as I turned slowly, feeling like an idiot.

  “Never had a man tell you no, Audrey?” He shook his head. “Nope. Slower.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Seriously or playfully. But slowly.”

  “Argh!” So damned frustrating.

  “You sound like a pirate. That would be a new one for me, but you’ll find that I’m more than willing to explore your kinks.”

  I glared at him.

  He stood with a lazy, cocky smile and kicked off the pajamas. I hoped that I’d won, that he was going to fuck me right there. Instead he gripped my shoulders. Taking his time, he moved them. His breath stirred the fine hair on the back of my neck, and his warm erection jabbed into my lower back. “This is the speed I want. Feel free to wiggle your ass as much as you like.”

  His commanding touch made me even wetter. I closed my eyes, swaying, ready to lean into him. To my dismay, he released me. He sat again, then stroked up and down his swollen length.

  It was degrading, being made to act like his own private peep show. And yet… it excited me to see him turned on, playing with his cock.

  So I turned deliberately, even slower than he wanted, making the semicircle with about twenty mincing steps, swinging my hips back and forth and making sure that my breasts bounced with every movement. Corbin had a lot of talents, but even he couldn’t keep the lust out of his eyes.

  When I was facing away, I pulled my curly, messy hair free from the bun and tossed my head. My hair drifted down around my shoulders. I bent over and carefully scratche
d my ankle. I knew that my pussy was peeking out at him. I cast a glance back and saw him lean forward in the chair, the chair creaking in protest under his solid weight. His eyes hungrily feasted on my plump, glistening folds.

  I shifted my weight, hoping that my pussy would disappear and reappear. I couldn’t know if I’d pulled it off; it wasn’t exactly something I’d practiced in a mirror.

  “You are playing with fire,” he murmured.

  “Then why are you the one being burned?”

  He stood and came close, grazing his hands on my ass, passing his fingers teasingly over my slit before pressing his erection between my ass cheeks. He squeezed his cock between my buttocks. “You’re so hot that I could easily come on your back like this, you know. Leave you horny.”

  His dirty words were the final straw; I couldn’t endure any more frustration. I slid a finger into my tight flesh. Corbin caught my wrist and pinned my arm behind my back. “No,” he said, warning in his voice.

  That was so not the way to stop me from doing something. But before I got my other hand near my aching sex, he’d locked it behind my back, too.

  He moved my captured wrists together until he was controlling me with one hand. With the other one, he slapped his cock lightly on my buttocks.

  “I could still come all over you. I could make you suck me.” He spun me and pulled me to him, and I moaned as his hot shaft pressed against my belly. Then he tossed me over his shoulder as if I were weightless.

  “This reminds me of the night I found you,” he rumbled, and I punched his lower back. I mostly missed, my knuckles sliding off to the side. He sighed and shifted me so that I was hanging over him at a most precarious angle, everything from my waist to my head perpendicular to the floor. I went completely still, and he laughed. His deep voice vibrated through his entire body.

  He carried me up the stairs.

  “I’ll be good,” I pleaded. “Put me down.”

  Instead he threw open the bedroom door, went into the bathroom and retrieved a box of condoms from a shelf under the medicine cabinet. When he turned, I glimpsed my butt in the tall mirrors. Corbin noticed and stopped a moment. “Hey, now. Look at that!”

  He dropped the condoms onto the sink basin, his eyes trained on the expanse of my skin. An intense look crossed his features, then he swatted me with his open palm. My ass warmed as blood rushed to the afflicted area. Corbin’s stare sharpened with hunger.

  “Stunning,” he murmured. “Shapely and female.”

  I shifted my eyes away from the spectacle, humiliated. “I said I would be good,” I protested.

  “I heard you.” He pressed his palm flat on me, then pulled his hand back. Our gazes locked. My heart sank as the corners of his mouth rose. His hand hovered over my butt, then he slapped me hard. My face turned as red as my ass.

  He spanked me again, hard enough to make me gasp. Then he shoved two fingers inside my cunt. I made the mistake of looking in the mirror at my face and saw that every inch of skin from my hairline down to at least my neck had gone bright red.

  His palm slammed against my ass again, setting my butt and thighs to jiggling. It was so humiliating. I would have squirmed away except Corbin was tall, and falling onto the bathroom floor would surely hurt.

  “Oh, I like this,” Corbin said slowly, contentment pervading his deep voice.

  “Well, I don’t,” I spat out. I dug my fingers into his back.

  “Keep doing that. Turns me on. Makes me want to spank you even more.”

  Even though I immediately stopped, Corbin deemed it necessary to smack my ass again.

  “Please,” I hollered. “Put me down. I’m sorry!”

  “Put you down?” He shifted me so that he held me only behind my knees. I froze, terrified I’d slip from his grasp.

  “No, don’t.”

  “Don’t put you down? I’m very confused here.”

  “Fuck you.”

  But then he twisted his fingers into my spasming heat, and I forgave him.

  “You’re much more agreeable when you’re worried about falling. I didn’t think it was possible for you to be still during a spanking. Such lovely self-control.” He raised an eyebrow. “Any insults you care to share? Perhaps you want to insult my masculinity, or tell me that you’ll die before sucking my dick?”

  In the mirror, I stared at him with all the hatred I could muster, and Corbin laughed. The vibration rumbled through his whole body, and I squeezed my eyes closed.

  “You’re safe with me, baby,” he said as he tortured my G-spot. “Always. Feel like coming?”

  “Uh…” No safe answer to that question. I wanted to come, but not when I was hanging over his shoulder.

  Laughing even harder, he retrieved the condoms and carried me out. I expected him to throw me on the bed, but after grabbing something out of a drawer, he went right down the stairs.

  I shrieked and pleaded for him to put me down, and he did… when he reached the bottom step. Then he turned me, grabbed my wrists together and looped a red necktie around them.

  “Why do you even have a tie?” I asked, sinking to the floor in a futile attempt to evade him. “You don’t work in an office.”

  “How do you know?” He pinned me with his stare and walked forward, driving me back with his massive body until I was shoved up against the couch. “Turn.”

  I turned. He pulled me up, bent me over the sofa, and shoved his muscular thighs between my legs, forcing me open. Within a few seconds, he was buried deep inside of me. My pussy fluttered, squeezing him. I moaned. He cupped my breasts in his hands and thrust his hips, pushing me into the upholstery.

  “Beg if you want an orgasm.”

  “I’m already coming,” I gasped.

  “No. You’re about to come. I can still stop it.” To prove his point, he went completely still.

  His cock pulsed, and I trembled. He pulsed it again, intentionally, and I tried to move but couldn’t because his huge, muscular body strategically had my legs, hips and waist pinned from every angle.

  Fuck. He was right. I brought my bound wrists up and shoved my hair out of my face. Only one thing left to do. “Please fuck me, Corbin.”

  “Tell me how my cock feels.”

  “Like heaven. Like magic sausage.” I wasn’t trying to be funny, but Corbin laughed.

  “You really suck at dirty talk.”

  “Screw you—”

  He fucked the insult right out of my mind. I grabbed onto a cushion with my bound hands and arched my back as he stretched me with his relentless girth.

  “So… fucking… good…” I gasped. He pounded me harder, the fronts of his hard thighs loudly slapping the backs of mine. “Please!”

  He shoved deep, then twitched his finger over my clit. “Go ahead, Audrey.”

  Ecstasy tightened in my middle, then radiated out like electric pulses, matching his thrusts and strokes. I came so hard that I saw stars, millions of them exploding behind my eyes, entire universes being born and erupting over and over again. Corbin had an amazing ability to give me orgasms that lasted forever. Maybe he was the right shape and size for my body, or maybe it was pheromonal.

  Or maybe I liked his mix of dominance and kindness.

  My orgasm faded into lessening spasms, but Corbin wasn’t done with me yet. He rocked his hips, lifting me up. Then he used his feet to slide my legs even wider, getting me all splayed out, leaving me wholly dependent on him for balance.

  He grabbed my shoulders and pulled back as he groaned. He slammed into me even harder. He pushed in, held there a moment, then assailed me with fast, frenzied thrusts. He stopped before I came again, and I arched, shamelessly rubbing myself on him, wanting just one more orgasm. And one more after that, too…

  He pulled away and came around the couch. His fingers tangled in my hair, and he ripped off the condom.

  “What are you—”

  He fisted himself for a millisecond. “Stick out your tongue.”

  “No.” I could tell he was very, v
ery close.

  Corbin’s fingers tightened in my hair, and stinging tears flooded to my eyes. “Do it or prepare to use your safe word, because I will hurt you. Either way, move your mouth.”

  Wincing, I stuck out my tongue. Even though he wasn’t coming yet, he groaned in deep satisfaction at having forced my submission. His muscle-ridged chest shone with sweat, and his face was flushed. The clenching of his jaw and the determination in his eyes as he focused all his attention on me were overwhelming.

  I adored this dangerous, complex man. I stared into his beautiful eyes. His handsome face contorted and he grunted loudly, his body jerking as he released himself into my mouth. He was sweet with a bracing salty aftertaste. It didn’t matter. I swallowed every drop and loved it.

  When he finally stilled, he loosened his grasp on me. I wiped my mouth on my shoulder. “I’m still horny, you know,” I said quietly.

  “I realize that.”

  “What are you going to do about it?”

  “Nothing. You said you wanted to come. I let you come numerous times.”

  My jaw dropped. Playing “no sex” was one thing, but there was a limit. “You do realize you never would have gotten away with that porn-star stunt if I wasn’t horny.” I was so pissed that the words got tripped up around each other.

  “That sounds like a challenge,” Corbin said. He tousled my hair platonically, and I jerked away. He laughed. “Tomorrow morning I’ll wait until you’re nice and calm, and then I’ll jerk off in your mouth.”

  I practically shot daggers from my eyes. Never mind that what he threatened sounded inexplicably hot; anything remotely sexual appealed at the moment. That’s how worked up I was.

  He picked up the discarded condom and went to the downstairs bathroom.

  “Hey,” I screamed, struggling to my feet. “What about my wrists?” I pressed my teeth against the knot and tried to work it free.

  Corbin returned a moment later. He took my face into his hands. “I love seeing you at my mercy. You cry and whimper and beg beautifully.” He was so serious, so somber.

  “Corbin…”

  He kissed me, deep and sloppy. I struggled, and I knew that he knew I hated how he made my mouth and chin wet. That kind of kiss would have gotten any other man slapped.