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I winced at the ache the first time I put my weight on my arms. I didn’t want to think about how I’d feel when I had to sit on my sore ass. Good thing I had a job that kept me on my feet.

I moved into the position he wanted, taking care to rest my head close to where he stood. I needed to please him. Something I was sure of clear to my bones. The fuzz in my head thickened with every pulsing throb of my clit. I also desperately needed to be fucked by him.

“I can’t begin to tell you how much you’ve pleased me tonight. You were scared but you eventually listened. You needed to be punished and you knelt without a squeak.” He squatted next to me until his lips brushed my neck and ear. “Right now though, I really

need to fuck what’s mine.” He dipped a finger into my soaked pussy.

I released a low thin wail at the streak of pleasure the friction caused. “Yes, Alex. Please, Sir. I need it so bad.”

“You need what? You should never be embarrassed or uncomfortable about telling me what it is you need. There’s no guarantee that I’ll give it to you exactly in the manner you think, but I’d never chastise you for your honesty. Ever.”

He fucked me with his finger, nice and slow. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to whatever he wanted. I’d give him whatever he needed. It wasn’t easy, but I was beginning to realize that whatever I gave him he gave back tenfold.

He blanketed my body with his and aligned his covered cock to my opening. He lifted his wet fingers to my mouth and hooked them inside. I tasted myself and greedily licked his fingers for more. The broad crown of his cock stretched me to the brink as he pushed inside, filling me.

“Yes!” I cried. “Please, oh God. Yes, please, Alex,” I shrieked around his thick fingers. The tears I’d tried to staunch now flowed freely down my cheeks. With his dick plowing me and his hand grabbing me by the mouth I felt totally and utterly controlled by him. Somehow after everything I’d been through I found myself in the exact position I’d always dreamed of.

“Fuck yes. Tighten on me just like that again. So damned hot.”

I clenched, my inner muscles spasming out of control at his words. His dirty talk continued to drive me wild and I’d do anything for more.

His free hand went on the hunt for my clit, easing through limbs and wild, jerky movements to stroke me in the one place I needed it the most. In one second flat I went off like a rocket, all the pressure exploding deep inside me. The violent climax shook me from head to toe, limbs straining, muscles quivering until he too followed me into the pleasurable abyss with lightening pulses of heat.

Together, we collapsed onto the floor our heavy breathing the only sound either of us making.

“Jesus,” Alex murmured when he caught half a breath. “No wonder I can’t stay away. You’re fucking amazing.” He pulled away from me and headed to a bathroom I presumed.

Half out of necessity and half from the need to please I pulled myself back into the kneeling position and waited for him. It felt like the right thing to do. Something that gave me immense pride.

Alex stopped when I heard him enter the room. “I have got to be the luckiest man on the planet right now.” He moved to my side and pulled me into his arms, ripping off the blindfold as he carried me into the bedroom. In the dark my eyes adjusted quickly, but the light was too dim to give me much of a sense of what his apartment was like. Hopefully there’d be plenty of time for that later.

Just like before, he adjusted me into a spooning position on my side and curved himself around me with his leg tangled between mine.

Protected.

That was the word I was looking for. Cherished too.

That’s how he made me feel. Exhaustion quickly stole over me. I was so sleepy now. Neither of us had said anything for long moments so I slid my eyes closed and relaxed.

“I’m going to want to put a collar on you—soon.”

My eyes popped open. Oh God, Jeremy had warned me of this. But a collar? Me? I’d never worn one. Had never even thought of it. Sure, I’d heard of them. I knew how some people really got into the protocols and such. I’d just never pictured myself as one of them.

He must have sensed my wariness. “How about we start with a subtle necklace with a small lock as a symbol and see how it goes? That way while you’re learning to love everything about your submission, I get to show the world your mine.”

“I’d really like that,” I whispered.

“Me too,” he added, pressing his lips to the back of my neck, his arms tightening around my waist.

There were no guarantees in the future, I of all people knew that, but he gave me hope and that was all that mattered.

Chapter Seventeen

Harper

For the seventh straight night, I slid into the back of the black town car after work and relaxed into the leather seat as Gerard drove me back to Alex’s penthouse. I had been right about it being an over the top opulent palace like apartment. Although apartment was definitely not the right word to describe his enormous home. It took up the entire top floor of his building and was several thousand square feet of space. Yes,hisbuilding. He owned that too.

The man owned everything. Or his family did. In fact, after just a few weeks of dating him, I’d come to learn some uncomfortable truths. Hewasactually richer than God. He didn’t like talking about his family. And he was probably the next best thing to a prince when it came to his place in New York society.

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