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She still has hers coming. One of these days she’ll get
it.

No one took what belonged to Brian Willoughby.

No one walked away from him.

And the asshole who thought he owned Fallon now? Brian was
all over that. Jamieson would be sorry he stole another man’s property—and he’d
never see it coming.

He reached for his phone again and dialed the cell number
he’d found. His body tightened when he heard her voice.

“You didn’t think you could run from me forever, did you?”

Silence greeted his question. Brian could practically taste
her shock and fear through the phone. His cock hardened at this small victory.

“Lunch. Tomorrow. Meet me at the Cimarron Hotel. Wait in the
lobby. And don’t argue with me, Slave. If I have to come find you, you won’t
like the consequences.”

He disconnected the call. Tomorrow. He’d see her tomorrow.
His girl. His slave. Not someone else’s. And he’d make damn sure she knew it.

Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes, rubbing his
temples to ease the edge of a headache creeping in.

And just like that, images of that night in the hotel
flashed into his brain. The night he’d introduced Fallon Crowe to the pleasures
of
his
particular brand of BDSM.

* * * * *

Two years ago

“The dinner was excellent.” Fallon smiled at him across the
table. “Thank you so much.”

“Their chef is the best,” he agreed. “Everything he creates
is pleasing to the palate.”

She looked down at her plate. “It looks like I ate
everything but the logo on the china. Thank you for bringing me here.” She
smiled. “I really appreciate it.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t eaten here before. I know you
entertain clients a lot in the city.”

She cocked an eyebrow and gave him a soft smile. “Checking
up on me, are you?”

He was so fascinated with her mouth, with the sudden image
of it wrapped around his cock, that he almost forgot what they were talking
about.

He reached across the table and took one of her hands in
his. “I like to travel first class. Always.” He lifted her hand and brushed a
light kiss over her knuckles. “And you certainly fit that category.”

“Flatterer,” she teased, retrieving her hand.

He’d chosen the Cimarron Hotel deliberately for this. For
one thing, he loved its Old West architecture and design. It was a stark
contrast to both his house and his offices and he could use it to create a
different mood. Especially the restaurant, which had the décor of a Wild West
saloon. The waitresses dressed like the bawdier women of that era and the walls
were decorated with antique firearms, coiled bullwhips and pictures of scenes of
years gone by, including saloon women draped over the laps of cowboys.

It helped him set the mood for tonight—the masterful range
rider and the woman who was putty in his hands. All part of his plan leading up
to the rest of the evening.

And of course, he owned the place—it was part of the vast
Willoughby Hotels empire. That meant he could control everything, and anything
he needed would be readily available.

After their first date—he hated the term but didn’t know
what else to call it—he’d made it his business to dig up everything about her.
The guest list at the party where they’d met had been very high-profile, so
he’d wondered why their paths had never crossed before. Then he’d discovered
she’d been there as a personal friend of the hostess. Her public relations firm
was small, just her and an assistant, and operated outside his usual circle of
acquaintances.

How fortunate for him that women loved to gossip. A few
clients had been only too glad to share their speculations about her private
life. She was confident. Respected. A strong woman who gravitated toward even
stronger men.

A little more digging by the discreet private detective he
occasionally used paid off in spades. Brian discovered that she frequented a
private dungeon in the city, even learned the names of Doms she’d associated
with.

Excellent. Exactly what he was looking for. Naïve women were
easily broken, but Fallon would be a challenge. He would show her strength as
she’d never known it.

He could barely contain his excitement at the prospect.

They’d already had sex. By the third date he had managed to
flatter her into his bed, paying careful attention to her responses and her
needs. And what had he learned? Just as he’d supposed, Fallon Crowe was a
sensitive, sensual woman, with a lusty sexual appetite. It didn’t surprise him,
given what he’d learned about her, and it definitely excited him.

He continued to pay careful attention. Every signal would
help him determine just how far he could push her when he ramped things up.
Holding back was difficult, but he approached her seduction like any other
battle plan, one that was necessary to achieve his goals. The things he wanted
to introduce her to, if done properly, would have Fallon well and truly in his
trap.

He’d tried to analyze just what it was about her that
appealed to him. She wasn’t gorgeous in the accepted sense of the word.
“Striking” described her better. Very, very striking. Average height but she
carried herself so well she appeared taller. Sun-streaked hair worn loose
tonight, tumbling to her shoulders, framing her oval face. Eyes the most
startling violet stared out from beneath naturally thick lashes. Her lips were
just full enough to give a man wet dreams.

It was the whole package that got him going. He could close
his eyes and envision her naked, on her knees before him, arms bound behind
her, head tilted back with his cock in her mouth. He’d show her exactly how he
liked it, rewarding her with praise when she got it right—teaching her the pain
of the whip when it was wrong—until she was fully trained. He got hard just
imagining that lash striping her skin, hearing her cries then feeling how wet
it made her cunt.

Brian sat quietly while their dishes were cleared and a
waiter brought the after-dinner drinks he’d ordered. His gaze fastened on
Fallon’s mouth as she sipped the flavored liqueur, licking drops from her lips.
That tongue had fascinated him from the moment he’d met her at the cocktail
party.

Yes, tonight he would kick their relationship up a notch.

He was feeling particularly satisfied today because he’d
bested a small manufacturing company that had resisted his efforts to buy them
out. He’d simply cut off their suppliers and forced them into a bankruptcy
sale, acquiring them for pennies on the dollar. Tonight he would show Fallon
the power of a man who took complete control. By the time the night was over,
she would be craving their next meeting.

He watched her sip from the delicate cordial glass, his
balls drawing up as again the movement of her tongue fascinated the hell out of
him.

Jesus!

If he didn’t have such control, he’d be dragging her from
the table right now and ripping her clothes off in the elevator. That was
definitely not his style, although he’d done it before.

He leaned forward, making the space between them seem more
intimate. “You look like you’re enjoying the drink I chose.”

“It’s delicious.” She smiled. “It tastes a little like
licorice.”

“That’s because it’s flavored with star anise. It’s called
Romana Black sambuca.”

She stared into the cordial glass. “I’ve never heard of it.”

“It’s not a really common drink. I make sure they stock it
here.”

A smile tipped up the corners of her lips. “You must come
here often.”

He chuckled. “I own the hotel. And this is part of my
private stock.”

She arched her eyebrows. “Own it?” Then she smiled again. “I
should have guessed. Lissa Montgomery said you own just about everything in
Texas.”

He didn’t deny it. Nor did he add that his holdings had a
global reach.

“I like to acquire things,” he told her.
And people.
Reaching across the table, he took her free hand in his and gently stroked the
skin. “I think I’d like to acquire you. Especially if the things I’ve heard are
right.”

A faint blush colored her cheeks. “Have you been listening
to gossip, Brian?” She tilted her head. “And what information is it you think
you have?”

”You’d be amazed at what I know about you. That you’re a
tiger in the business world but like to hand it all over in the bedroom.”

“Is that what you’ve heard?”

“Am I right?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Rumor has it you enjoy
being mastered, Fallon. That you like to submit to a man without holding
anything back.”

Heat flared in her eyes.

He lowered his voice slightly. “Do you enjoy giving complete
power to a man in the most intimate situations? Giving him your body to do with
as he pleases?”

“Perhaps.” She glanced away.

“You’re a very sensual woman, Fallon. I’ve heard you
enjoy—perhaps even
crave
—a man who subjugates you to his will, who
restrains you in the bedroom. Who takes you to the ultimate edge again and
again, making you wait until the orgasm he finally gives you nearly shakes your
body apart.”

Her eyes widened at his words. The blush that crept up her
cheeks validated his words and he had to conceal a smug smile of triumph.

Fallon lowered her gaze and took a sip of her drink. “And is
that what you’re suggesting for us? That I give you control in the bedroom?”

And more.

Then he reminded himself to go slow. Take it easy. One step
at a time. Ensnare her in his erotic web then tighten the noose. “Does that
thought excite you? I believe it does.”

She looked at him from beneath her lashes. “Perhaps,” she
repeated, anticipation flaring in her eyes.

Yes! Fucking yes!

He leaned back in his chair. Best not to crowd her. Yet.

“I’m glad you like the sambuca. I had a bottle sent up to
the suite I keep here.” He pushed his chair back. “I think it’s time to take
this upstairs.”

He didn’t ask. He’d learned years ago never to ask or you
might get the wrong answer. Just take the lead and expect people to follow.
Most of the time they did. It worked this time too. She looked at him
questioningly for a moment but he squeezed her hand gently and urged her from
her chair. As if the answer were a foregone conclusion, she rose and let him
lead her out of the restaurant and across the lobby to the elevator.

In the brushed-bronze interior of the car, he punched a code
into a keypad to take them to the top floor. Her eyes widened as they stepped
into a foyer and she took in their surroundings. They were in the tower of the
hotel, the only suite on the floor. He led her into the living room then went
to the bar to pour drinks. It was important this first night that she be
receptive to what he intended to do; alcohol would help.

He turned and handed her the glass, touching it with the rim
of his. “To an evening of excitement. For both of us.”

He couldn’t miss the little shiver that skated over her and
lust surged through him.

“Excitement.” She smiled and sipped her drink slowly.

Setting his glass down, he stroked the line of her jaw then
reached back to the tender spot behind her ear that he’d discovered was an
erogenous zone. He rubbed his fingertip over it as he lowered his mouth and bit
her bottom lip.

She jerked, nearly spilling her drink, but in the next
instant he soothed the small hurt with his tongue.

Taking her glass, he placed it next to his own and wrapped
his fingers around her wrist. With his other arm around her waist, he trailed
his lips over her cheek to the shell of her ear and traced the outline with his
tongue.

“Do you know the line between pleasure and pain is a thin
one?” he continued, stroking her wrist. “I want to see you completely
restrained, unable to move, while I paddle that sweet ass of yours until it
burns. Or let you feel the kiss of the flogger or the crop. I want to see how
the pain arouses you. Feel how your pussy drips with your juices. Watch your
nipples harden.” He bit her earlobe. “Are you wet now, Fallon?”

Without waiting for an answer, he pulled up the fabric of
her skirt and reached beneath to find her bikini panties. She was so drenched,
his hand was soaked just cupping her cunt through the material. Power surged
through him.

Oh yes. She was made for him.

“I want to do that to you, Fallon. Make you submit to me. Do
all kinds of things to you. See what level of pain you reach before the
pleasure kicks in.” Here was the tricky part. “I know you’ve done that with
another man. Enjoyed it. If you don’t want that with me, just walk out the door
now and we’re done.”

His arm still banded her, but loosely enough that she could
break away if she wanted to. He waited to see if she’d move. When she didn’t,
he took a moment to kiss her, stroking his tongue into her mouth and gliding it
over hers in a sinuous dance. He’d much rather be sticking it in her pussy but
women liked kissing. It softened them, warmed them up, made them more
responsive. He didn’t find it unpleasant, just a waste of time.

Breaking contact, he stepped back and let his gaze take her
in from head to toe and back again. Her face was flushed, her breathing uneven,
and the lure of the forbidden flamed in her eyes. Time to kick things up
another notch.

“Take off your clothes.”

Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“Clothes,” he snapped. “Off. Now. I felt how wet you are.
That tells me all I need to know.” He cupped her chin, tilting up her face and
forcing her to look directly into his eyes. “I don’t take well to resistance.”

For a still moment he thought he’d misjudged badly, but
then, with her gaze still locked to his, she began to slowly undress. As she
removed each garment and more of her skin was revealed, heat raced through his
body and blood rushed to his cock. Her breasts weren’t large but they were
still plump, the nipples a delightful shade of rosy brown. The slightly rounded
arch of her tummy flowed out to graceful hips and slender thighs.