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“
Yes.” He nodded. “You’d make a great sub. Train you up a bit and you’d make a Dom very happy.”

I turned and gaped at him.

“What? It’s true,” he said as he slid his pants off.

I knew he was teasing, trying to get a rise out of me.
“I already told you, it doesn’t excite me.”

H
e moved to stand in front of me, his hands around my back, pulling me to him. “Have you ever tried?”

“I don’t like physical pa
in that’s meant to hurt. And are you telling me you’re a closet Dom?”

He leaned in to nip my neck.
“No, but I do love to dominate, take what I want. You especially. You make it so easy, like you’re begging for it. I may not have a playroom and toys, but I
will
tell you what to do because I own your body.”

I
stepped back, my skin heating. It was true; he did own me, more than he knew. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

“I can. Tell me, Delilah. Say it.”

I looked up at him from underneath my eyelashes. I knew what he wanted. “Yours,” I whispered as I bit my bottom lip and looked at his chest.

His fingers made their way to my j
aw and tilted my head up so we could meet eye-to-eye. “What was
that
?”

“I’m fucking yours!” I growled out in frustration a
nd embarrassment.

“That’s right. Mine.”

He wasted no time at all in showing me how much he owned me.

“Feel that?” he asked as he stepped toward me.

I cocked my eyebrow at him. “Feel what?  What are you talking about?”

He smirked
at me and taunted me in a maddening, delicious way. “You don’t feel it?”

“I can feel you looking at me like a piece of meat, if that’s what yo
u’re talking about?” I was growing tired of the distance between us. I stepped closer and he stepped to the side.

“No
, you don’t. You have to feel it first.”

I groaned in frustration.
“Forget it. I thought you were going to make today worth my while, not play stupid games with me. I’m sick of this shit!”

I was ready to grab my stuff
and head back out the door. B.O.B. was always willing to help me out. Though he probably needed dusting off from the months of non-usage.

“I’m talking about that kno
t in your stomach. The wetness dripping down your thigh. Your pussy clenching and pulsing, ready, all just from the way I’m looking at you. If you can’t feel it, then you’re more fucked up than I thought.” He stalked toward me with that damn smirk plastered in place.

My anger was expanding with every second
that he kept being such a prick. “Of course I feel those things. I’ve been feeling them all damn day long. So, what’s the point? You already know you do that to me.”

“That’s right
, you
do
feel it. That’s me owning your pussy and your ass. Don’t you forget it. Andrew doesn’t do that to you. I know he doesn’t. You get wet for me and nobody else.” He got so close I thought for sure he would take me, but he kept enough distance to keep the moisture building and threatening to slide down my thighs.

“You’re a sick bastard, yo
u know that?” I said.

“I’m a sick bastard because I see what I do to you? I’m not blind
. Just because I can smell your arousal, and hear your heart beat fly when I’m this close to you, does not make me sick.” He leaned in even closer so I could feel his humid breath on the side of my throat. “It’s all about desire, baby. You want me, and I want you to want me. Quit fucking talking to Andrew, and I’ll quit making you wait for your release.” He slipped away from me.

Was he leaving the room? What the hell was going on?

I almost began panicking. I knew this was more than jealousy and sex. But somehow he always found a way to confuse me right when I thought I had control again.

“Fine.
You don’t want me, I’ll call Andrew. I’m sure he’d more than love to take advantage of the wet conditions you caused.” I said it so flippantly I was shocked he believed me.

H
is head snapped to look at me, eyes blazing in my direction. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to.

He marched
back to me, leaning over me, and hissed out quietly, “I don’t need whips and chains to make you obey me. If you want me to touch you, then you’ll stay the fuck away from that idiot.”

Hands were on my hips, squeezing as they pulled me to him.
At that moment, I didn’t care what he was saying or what he wanted me to do; his hands were on me, and I couldn’t think. I could only feel, and it was heaven.

He bit down around
my neck, palmed my breasts and ground his hard cock into me. Each time I moaned out, he smiled and his body became more frenzied. I heard him groan out, “Mine,” several times, but I wasn’t listening. All I could hear was the sound of his panting and the blood rushing, drumming, in my head.

He had me pinned under his weight and acted like he thought I might leave as he strained to keep me positioned under him. That was the furthest thing from my mind. I wasn’t going anywhere; I wasn’t struggling to get away. I
loved every minute of it, and was trying to get more; it felt so good I couldn’t stay still. It was more than my body could bear.

It
was what I lived for, what I craved. His hands, his mouth, his insatiable cock were doing things to me that were unspeakable, but at the same time were an all-consuming, pleasurable insanity.

His fingers were working
at a furious pace while he sucked hard on my nipples, kissing and nipping his way between the two. I was writhing beneath him; my hands fisted in his hair, my pussy begging for release.

I was s
tranded, staring over the edge into the brilliant white that awaited me, when his hand and mouth disappeared. He left me pinned with my hands above my head, legs spread wide, and trapped beneath his.

I was in shock for a moment and tried to move, but he had
me restrained and at his mercy. I wanted to come, I needed to. The pain and ache was unbearable.

“Please!” I begged.

So close, I had been so close. He knew it and had pulled me back.

“You have no idea how badly I want to slam into you and fuck you
until you can’t walk. But I like this game and want to keep playing.” He breathed hot and heavy into my ear. “You writhing, going insane with the need to come. Should I let you come?”

I didn’t answer.  He
wouldn’t dare keep me from coming. Earlier, he had said it would happen and he hadn’t let me down thus far.

He started rubbing the length of his shaft up and down my pussy. Each time he hit my clit
, I mewled in anticipation of him giving me my release.

“That’s it, baby. You like that? Call out my name next time and may
be I’ll let you finish,” he taunted. He rubbed his dick up my folds and bit into my shoulder; I screamed out his name. I was right
there
. It was infuriating.

Tears were welling up in my eyes, my body burning. He continued to push me
further, harder, before pulling away.

“Please!” I wailed. My head shook
from side to side, my sanity slipping.

M
ine wasn’t the only sanity that was slipping, because he moved his legs, freeing my own, before he slammed into me.

I cried out as he filled me
and put me on the edge again with one thrust of his hips. There was no pause, no waiting. He pulled out and slammed back in with the same intensity. Over and over.

Out, in. O
nce more and I was gone, freefalling as I pulsed and clenched around his cock. He howled out, almost like he was in pain when he exploded, unable to hold back any longer.

“Fuck,
” he whimpered into my neck, and collapsed onto me.

After a moment of rest, h
e rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. My head landed on his chest, hand over his heart. It was beating beneath my palm at a furious tempo, matching my own. I couldn’t move even if I’d wanted too.

His fingers ran through my hair, pushing the damp strands back and over my shoulder.
He began humming as he caressed up and down my arm, his lips pressing a light kiss to my forehead as I drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER
18

I
t was two weeks later, on a Monday, and just like all previous Monday’s, the Boob-Squad, or the “Nathan Thorne Fan Club,” had to make their presence known as soon as they walked in the door. It had been a boobs-on-parade show all day long, and I was ready to explode.

Just before three, the
President made her grand entrance. I watched her through the door, as she perked her breasts in her bra before walking in, and I wondered idly if she knew I could see her, or if she just didn’t care. Then again, it could be I was invisible to her since Nathan’s arrival. I’d officially become another piece of furniture.

Jennifer sat on the edge of his desk.
“Nathan, can you take a look at this, please? I think I need to switch something around, but I’m not sure.”

She leaned over, pointing to the sentence in question, making sure her breasts were spilling out in front of his face. I
could swear every day they were showing more and more. He’d been here over three months, and the conservative garb we all wore, had been thrown out the window in favor of street-walker attire, all meant to entice a being that wouldn’t be enticed. He couldn’t stand them, but was polite to them anyway.

“Hmm, you need to word this part a little different
. As it’s written, you’ve left them an out,” he said.

Her head tilted in confusion.
“An out?”

I couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

They both turned to look at me, and I couldn’t stop the laughter. I wasn’t sure if the hilarity I found in the situation was due to her stupidity, or if my plan of straddling him with her watching was becoming too close to reality, and I was going insane with desire. He’d been teasing me again all day long, and I was more than ready to jump him as soon as the moment presented itself.

“Sorry,” I said
, my laughter dying down. “I…umm…just got an email and…it was funny.”

Jennifer huff
ed and roll her eyes. “Shouldn’t you be working instead of playing, Delilah?”

I turned to look at her and wondered where my stapler was in the paper tray that was my desk. Would it be bad if I chucked it at her?

Instead, I gave her a sweet smile and stood, grabbing my coffee cup. “Well, you know, emails from Jack Holloway that have bad spellings in them tend to tickle me.”

I walked out of the room
, but didn’t miss Jennifer’s jab at me as I went. “God, she is such a bitch. I don’t know how you stand being near her.”

Nathan chuckle
d. “It’s not easy, trust me.”

I wandered down th
e hall in a Nathan-induced haze, combined with a red haze of the Boob-Squad murder plots that were roaming around in my brain.

In the break room
, the coffee was out, again. I started a new pot, and as I waited for it to brew, slammed my head against the cabinet.

“Ah, there’s a ‘member’ in your office,” Caroline called from the doorway.

“Ha, what gave me away?”

“The slow destruction of the cabinet
with your head?”

I turned
to face her, pulling off a small smile. She returned it before her eyes widened and her hand brushed the hair away from my neck.

“What the hell is that
?”

Fuck!

Nathan decided I was no longer allowed to hide my neck through scarves, and I’d been able to accomplish it with a combination of higher collars and having my hair down. I didn’t have one of my normal high-collared shirts on that day due to a heat wave. I just couldn’t take it.