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“He directed me to kneel, which I did. Then I took his cock in my mouth and worked it from soft to hard in about sixty seconds. I think you can tell when a man’s really horny, and they are really in charge; their dicks rise straight as lampposts. If he hadn’t been sure of what he was doing, that little pecker would have stayed soft. But he was sure. He knew exactly what he wanted of me.” Laney could hear the resentment crawl into her voice. Alex noted it, too. “Once he was hard, he pulled me to my feet and laid me back against the desk. He was jacking off, telling me to open my blouse and climb out of my skirt. That was awkward, but I managed to struggle from my clothes. Then he wanted my bra and my stockings removed. He wasn’t satisfied until I was completely naked, writhing on my back against the desk. While I undressed, he kept jacking his prick so it was spitting pre-cum all over me. He pulled at my tits and squeezed my nipples until I squealed. I could see from the look in his eyes that he wanted to hurt me. He was more of a bully than the other masters I’d been with. I don’t have all that much experience, but he was very different from the men on Marquis Island, quite different than the Latin stranger on the ship, and nothing at all like Erik.
“He wanted to abuse me longer, but he was too close to coming to wait. He finally plunged his prick in my cunt and finished off in about thirty seconds. I don’t think I’d ever felt so empty as I did then. I may have come, but the incident left me drained. It made me question a lot of things about the arrangement I’d agreed to.”
“I don’t imagine Laney Priestly, important lawyer, businessman’s trophy wife would ever want to picture herself in such a lowly role as whore to a wussy salesman with a fondness for sexual perversion.”
“I never said the man was a salesman,” Laney came back, suspiciously.
“Salesman…middle management…a white-collar flunky; that’s what you described. Doesn’t matter.”
“I suppose you’re right. Although it shouldn’t make a difference who my master gives me to.”
Laney watched as Alex waltzed about the room a while, flinching when he seemed to take some interest in the books on the library shelves. When he finally passed by the thin black volume she still coveted and moved on, she breathed a sigh of relief. He continued his inspection silently, then finally moved back to Laney and stood over her, eyes infused with some darker purpose, a different kind of energy than she’d felt from him all day. He leaned down and grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet. Maybe for a moment her lust had abated, but it all came back the moment he took her hand. Something wild, exhilarating and crude made her heart and loins beat in sudden panic. She caught the scent of her pussy rising in the air.
“If you were to submit to me on this island, it would not be because I wear the Marquis’ mark.”
“No?”
“I don’t have the right to fuck you on demand. What you do, you’ll consent to; it’s the way I prefer to have it with the women I want.”
“And you want me?”
“Of course, I want you. I could bind you, beat you, make you suffer and then take your ass for the sport of it,” he rattled off glibly. “But you better make it clear that I have free reign to do that.”
Any answer she could venture was caught in her throat; her distress plainly visible as Alex ran his hand along her arm. His warm masculine body was so easy to desire. He was not unlike Erik, being forceful in the same way. She stood there too stunned to speak.
“I’ll bet your tongue’s not tied in court. Hum?” he raised his brows, still goading. “What happened to the Laney Priestly who’s bold enough to wear the bracelet of a master, daring enough to be owned by sadists? Where is she now?”
“I know what I want to say… but…”
“Hey, if this is too much for you…”
“But it’s not too much for me.”
What she couldn’t tell him was how much she really wanted him.
He pulled close with his arm going around her waist, and touched her face, his thumb running gently over her lips. She parted them, drawing them inside her mouth, and tasting the salty surfaces, smelling the scent of his skin. She drank him in gulps, every one settling low in her body. Her body spilled its lust, as he captured her face between his hands and kissed her hard on the mouth. She opened her lips for him and let his tongue meet hers. His one hand dropped between her legs and felt the crotch of her shorts, one finger nudging its way along the flesh of her inner thigh until it found the moist opening of her vaginal cleft. She pulled back, allowing him access to her and relishing the sweetness of that human touch, that masculine touch and the need that touch provoked. She moved against his hand unthinkingly, her cunt squeezed against his fingers in a rhythm strong enough to make her come—if only his finger had stayed inside her.
But he pushed her back. “Some sorry skirt that is,” he said.
She bit her lip, flirtatiously.
“So you don’t bother to take the rules seriously? Is that it?”
“No, I do take the rules seriously.”
“Really? Doesn’t look as though you did.”
“I swear, I just never….”
“…never expected that the man who would take you to Marquis Island would know about the Marquis’ rules? Could there be a reason for your disobedience?” Her emotions rose wildly, impetuous as a storm at sea. “Could it be that you want to be punished? I saw the way you responded to that strap. I think that you’re so needy, so obsessed with the thought of getting punished that you’ll do anything to get what you want, including defying the very things that bracelet requires.”
“So, you’re going to punish me?” she finally voiced her thoughts. From a hot, quick fuck to purge their lust—to being punished? How far would this go?
“If you admit that’s what you want, that’s what I’ll do.”
She pulled away, shyly, afraid to even look at him, but he drew her back. Her legs felt as if they’d buckle underneath her, and the bum ankle throbbed with pain. He searched her long and hard; the tension between them bearable, but it suddenly broke.
Alex shook his head, then finally let her go and moved away. He turned and gathered up the papers that had wrapped their sandwiches, and stuffed them into his knapsack, then headed toward the door.
