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  Michael’s hand released its grip on my face and returned to my hair, gripping so tight it felt like he was locking himself in. I forced my eyes open to look into his. Not once had his attention left me. It was intimate, too intimate considering how fast everything had transpired, but there was a certain comfort there that I took refuge in.

  His thrusts decreased, almost teasingly so, and I rocked against him in a rhythm that feverishly increased my need. Sweat dampened my skin and tightening twisted at my core even more. The muscle in his shoulder flexed and I zeroed in on it. My mouth watered and I met him even faster, wishing he’d move lower.

  “Oh, shit, baby. You feel so good around my cock. I’m not going to be able to get enough of that sweet pussy of yours.” One of his hands left my hair to grasp behind my knee, pulling him further into me. The shift in my body sent me over the edge, right into some savage, primal state. I didn’t think. My head flew forward and I sunk my teeth into the thick muscle of his shoulder. A hiss filled the room and the hand woven into the ends of my hair jerked me back. Pain flared, but I felt nothing but the pleasure of my orgasm rolling through my body as Michael began slamming into me, again. The sound that fell from his lips as he found his own release was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. One I wanted to hear again…

  Chapter 4

  Michael

  It should have been awkward. I half expected her to revert back into the scared little victim, but she didn’t. As I uncuffed her and kept silent, her hands dropped and she moved closer to where I’d laid down next to her.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. Two words. They spoke volumes and told me I’d been right about her all along. We’d had a connection from the beginning and I clung to it like a dying man. In a way, I was. I’d been holding on by a thread these last few months. But, Anne, she would be my salvation. Together, we could be perfect for each other.

  For hours, we lay quiet, half dozing at times and content to just hold each other. Here we were, strangers. Yet, with each other, we were finding exactly what we’d been missing. Acceptance.

  The sound of her stomach growling pulled me from my deep thoughts. The need to take care of her was automatic. I’d hurt her, and even though I loved every fucking minute of it, the intensity of which I craved to provide for her was just as strong. They went hand in hand. A feeling so new and natural that I’d swept her into my arms and carried her to sit at the table.

  “What do you do?”

  The question was meant to make her feel more at ease, but the blush on her cheeks had me realizing something was off. I’d brought her in here nude. She went to wrap her arms around her chest but stopped when I shook my head.

  “I have a few online shops, nothing too big.”

  “You own businesses?” My hand paused in unwrapping the bread, my interest piqued.

  “Yes. I sell clothes. Redesign them the way I like and put them under the names of different brands I’ve come up with.

  As I pulled the peppered turkey and cheese from the refrigerator, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. If I’d been enamored by her before, now I was downright fascinated.

  “Tell me more.”

  And, she did. For hours. We talked about everything from pricing to promotions. I asked her where she advertised, even threw out a few pointers that she seemed to appreciate. Anne was more than I could have dreamed up in a partner: smart, enthusiastic. And, although I knew that’s what I’d latched onto, I couldn’t think past the urge to keep her. Of course the future played a role, but I didn’t give it thought past just wanting to have her stay here for at least the next few days. I wasn’t naïve to the fact that she’d want to go home at some point. I just dreaded it.

  “I should go,” she said, looking over from where she was lying next to me on the bed. A yawn came from her mouth and she turned on her back. The clock read almost three in the morning. I wasn’t sure where the time had gone, but it was slipping away and I had no control over it.

  “Stay.” I reached out, lifting her hand up and bringing it closer to me.

  “I don’t have a toothbrush, clothes. I know you mentioned I had to stay until you said, but really, you should probably take me home.”

  A frown came to my face as I stared at her. “Anne, this isn’t a game. If I tell you to stay, you will. That’s one thing you’re going to learn about me. When I say something, I mean it. And no worries on the toothbrush. I’ll have one brought up. There’s a shop downstairs. Everything you need is right here.”

  “I kind of thought this was a one night stand.”

  I laughed. “Did you? Well, one night, one week…one month, that’s not near enough time for everything I want to do with you. Just,” I propped myself up on my elbow, “stay another day or two and we’ll go from there.”

  “What kind of stuff do you want to do to me?” Nervousness shadowed her features and I couldn’t stop my cock from hardening at her fear.

  “You’ll see. Obey everything I say. Submit to me, Anne, and let me really hurt you. Shit, the thoughts are driving me crazy. I know you’re going to fucking love it.”

  Her eyes searched mine. For what, I wasn’t sure, but suddenly she nodded her head. “Alright. Another day or two, but then I’m really going to have to go.”

  I didn’t say anything, just pulled her closer. The way she snuggled against me felt right. After a few minutes, her heavy breathing had me looking at the clock again. Although I didn’t want to sleep, I’d need to get some if I was going to go through with my plan. One that was going to test us both.

  ****

  “Don’t…move.” Whack! The paddle connected against Anne’s ass for the fourth time, causing her to cry out. “When I tell you something, I expect you to listen. Now, what do you say?”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  I smiled and pulled the length of curls twisted around my hand. Her back arched even more and I took in her curves as she rested on all fours. Such a beautiful figure.

  She’d stayed for the two days. Enslaved to my every twisted desire. And, she’d taken it all. The whip, the crop, the flogger. My girl didn’t beg for me to stop once, nor did she ask to leave. Sleep came in three hour increments and I knew she was exhausted, but I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t get enough of watching her take everything I wanted to give.

  The lights from the city shone from behind Anne as I kept her positioned on the mahogany coffee table, blindfolded. She’d been that way for almost an hour now. Every time she tried to shift, I’d spank her. The motive was simple. I wanted her to follow my every order, no matter what it was. Even if it was remaining in an uncomfortable position for a lengthy amount of time. She’d learn to control the pain. Master it, if I kept going for long enough.

  My hand traveled over the curve of her bare ass. The red glow of her skin stood out in contrast to how pale she was. The welts had my eyes closing while I brushed my fingertips over the raised wounds. As I neared her pussy, she breathed in deep, but she didn’t push back to force my caress.

  “Good girl,” I whispered. The wetness that met my fingers was my own weakness. To know she wanted me as much as she did had my beast becoming obsessively attached. Even though I hadn’t gone as far as I yearned, I knew Anne could take everything. And, she would. In time. I’d finally be the person who I’d had to restrain my whole life. The realization blew my mind. It had taken me a few minutes to see there was something special about her and only two days to know she was the one for me. I’d never believed when people rambled on about fate, or the one, but I had no doubts with her.

  A moan came from her mouth as I continued to touch and take in my work. I admired it, tried to memorize it all. One look at my girl would have had most people repelled with disgust. She was littered with bruises from neck to thighs. A few bite marks were embedded into her skin in random places and the traces from my tools had left red lines marring her back and legs. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever seen, but I knew the time to give her a break was coming. I hated it.
Hated that I knew the words I’d dreaded to hear were on the tip of her tongue.

  “Take the blindfold off.”

  Anne obeyed, placing the black silk mask in front of her. She continued to stare ahead, and I smiled. Fucking perfect little subby I had under my control.

  “Who do you belong to?”

  Her mouth parted and she squinted against the light. “You, Sir. I belong to you.” Again, her lips parted as she went to say something but decided against it.

  “Tell me.” I leaned forward, rubbing down her slit toward her clit.

  “I…” she lowered her head, a sound escaping as I teased over the sensitive bud, “I’m yours, but I wonder how this thing we have will play out?”

  Ringlets swayed at her rocking. My hand left her pussy and I picked up the paddle. Whack! The cry was followed by her fingertips pushing into the table.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  I massaged into the warmth where I’d connected. “I already told you how this plays out. You’re mine. If you’re not here and I want you, I’ll find you and take you any way I want. What is so hard to understand about that?”

  “Nothing, Sir. It’s just…I have to leave after we’re finished and I was curious.”

  A pain raced through my chest and I stood, walking around to kneel before her. “You really want to leave?” Her eyes met mine and something I couldn’t read flashed across her features.

  “I have to. I have to work. People will start to worry if they can’t get ahold of me. They might already be looking.”

  I shook my head. “Front desk will tell them you’re with me if someone calls. Your sister knew who you left with. There’s nothing to worry about concerning your family. They’ll know you’re in good hands. Stay.”

  Anne bit her lip. “I can’t. I have to get home. I have…plants to take care of.”

  I laughed. “Well, that’s one I’ve never heard before. Stand.”

  She groaned as she eased from the table. The indentions in her knees were deep red. My cock throbbed as I took in the sight.

  “You’re going to come back tomorrow night and stay with me. Do you understand?”

  Anne swallowed hard. “I…should be able to, Sir.”

  My eyes narrowed. “No, you will. I want you here at six for dinner. We’ll meet at the restaurant downstairs.” I slid my finger under her chin, lifting her face. “Don’t stand me up, Anne. You won’t like the consequences.” Or, maybe she would. Her pain threshold was unbelievable.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. I’m done with you. Go get dressed in something of mine. Your dress is ruined.” I paused. “Then we’ll leave.”

  Anne blinked and then nodded. “Yes, Sir.” I winced as I adjusted my cock behind my pants. Damn, I really should fuck her once more before she left. But, I’d already done that four times in the last twelve hours. She could barely walk as it was.

  The closet door sounded in the distance and I headed over, grabbing my keys. I’d had Anne’s car delivered to her house the first night. She’d given me the key willingly. Almost eagerly. Now, she wanted to leave. My mouth twisted. Maybe she did have plants. Hell, Lord only knew how she lived her life. But I would find out. Before Anne met with me tomorrow, I’d know everything there was about her.

  A few minutes went by and I raised an eyebrow, amused at the long black T-shirt and workout pants of mine she wore. They completely swallowed her tiny frame.

  “Come, doll. I’ll help you walk. It looks like you’re having some trouble.”

  The smile that burst from her face nearly took my breath away. “Trouble, Sir? I don’t think I’ve ever hurt so good in my life.” And there it was. All the confirmation I needed. Anne was meant for me. She was in my arms and my mouth was taking hers before the thought even occurred to me. A deep inhale separated us as she sucked in and winced.

  “Sorry.” I paused, taking in the words I was so used to using out of habit. “Actually, I’m not.” My tongue licked over her lips and she reached out, gripping my gray button-up shirt. I pulled back before we got too carried away. “Time to go, before I change my mind about letting you leave.”

  My arm remained wrapped around her while she grabbed her clutch before walking to the door. I punched in the code and listened as the doors unlocked. Even on the elevator, I held her close. Her head rested against my chest and I soaked in the sensation of having her molded to my side. The walk through the parking garage took longer than I expected, but Anne allowed me to help her get seated and didn’t say a word as I buckled her in.

  As we left my place, I followed her directions to her own apartment. The two miles it took to get there went by faster than I liked.

  “I’ll walk you to the door.” I threw the car in park and got out, looking up at the two story building. Nicer than I would have thought. Red brick encased the walls and each window was bordered with dark green shutters. The grounds were landscaped with an array of different types of flowers, the scent hanging heavily in the air.

  The door opened at my pull and I took Anne’s hand, helping her stand. Another slow walk led us up some stairs to the first door to the right. 8B. I’d remember that.

  “Thank you for everything. I’ve had…quite the time.”

  My hand cupped the side of her face. “This is just the beginning. Tomorrow. Six. Don’t be late.”

  Anne nodded and I leaned down, pressing my lips gently against hers. Fuck, I didn’t want to let her go, was half-tempted to sweep her into my arms and take her back to my place. I stepped back and she pushed the key in, unlocking the door. Two steps back and our arms were outstretched. For the life of me, I could let go and turn my back to leave.

  “Tomorrow,” she assured. Her hand dropped from mine and I eased down the steps, watching as she went in and shut the door. The walk back to the car was torture, but I took it. Sliding in and starting the car, I looked up. A light flashed in the window above. A few seconds later, the blinds retreated and Anne jerked the window up. I immediately threw open my door and stood.

  “Do you still want me to stay?”

  I didn’t even turn off the car. I sprinted toward her stairs and took them two at a time. The door swung open just as I approached and I swept her into my arms, devouring the sweet taste of her mouth.

  “You don’t want to leave?” I pulled back, looking into her eyes. So many emotions flashed across her face: fear, uncertainty…but something more, something good.

  Curls bounced as she shook her head. “I want to stay. Maybe another night. Maybe two.”

  “For however long you want,” I said, kissing her again.

  ****

  That was the beginning of me and Anne. One week turned into two. Two into three. By the end of the fourth week, my closet held almost as much of her clothes as it did mine. My life had gone from isolated and lonely to unbelievably content. Although the majority of the time my girl was compliant, she held a temper like I’d never seen. The fact that she wasn’t afraid to show it or stand up to me when she felt passionate about something not only made me cherish her even more, but the sex turned out even hotter than the beginning. Maybe she did it to rile my monster. A game she was having too much fun with. Regardless, it didn’t bother me in the least. I couldn’t get enough of her pouty lip and the redness that would flush her cheeks as she tried to get her point across. It made it that much better when I got my turn. And I didn’t need words to get my point across.

  The newspaper caved in at the top as the weight of Anne’s finger pushed it down. Light brown ringlets haloed around her face wildly, sleep still present in her heavy lidded eyes. In her other hand rested my gym shirt, the one I’d taken off not an hour before when I’d jumped in the shower.

  “You did it again.”

  I sighed and placed the paper on the table. “I told you to let my maid take care of it.”

  Anne’s eyes flared and the green color intensified. “There’s only two of us here. We use a quarter of this place. I think we can keep it clean. A
ll I asked was that you throw your dirty clothes in the hamper. I’ll gladly wash them. However, the floor is not the hamper.” Her brow creased while she stared down. The corner of my mouth lifted and I couldn’t help but smile. Judging from the deep intake of breath, I knew I’d gone too far with it being this early. My girl was not a morning person.

  “Stepping into your sweaty clothes as I crawl out of bed isn’t how I like to start my day,” she snapped.

  “Let me start it off right, then.” I stood, threw her over my shoulder, and headed for the bedroom.

  “No, I told you last night! I have to meet—”

  Whack! My hand slapping her ass enticed a yell, ending her sentence.

  “Mich—”

  Whack! “You forget yourself so easily when your temper takes over.” I came to the edge of the bed and placed her down, pushing the top half of her body over the disheveled blankets. “What do you call me?” I ripped the boy shorts she wore down until they rested around her ankles.

  “Sir. I wasn’t thinking, I’m sorry.”

  “I’m not.” Whack!

  “Please, I can’t do this. I’ll be late.” Anne squirmed to get away, but I spun her around, pinning her on the bed.

  “Your time belongs to me. Everyone else can wait.”

  The way she tightened her lips, I knew she wasn’t done. Nor had she come anywhere near learning her lesson for her outburst.

  “Why is it that they can wait, but when I need you, you’re too busy?”

  I paused, trying to figure out what she was referring to. Work had been stressful lately. I’d been gone from dawn until dusk some days, but didn’t she see that I had to? My business wasn’t going to run itself. “When have you needed me when I wasn’t there?” Her head turned to the side and the tears that welled in her eyes had my concern growing. Was I missing something here?

  “You forgot to meet me. Again. We had a date yesterday, remember? I told you noon at Beculli’s. That’s the third time in the last few weeks, Sir.”