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His life? She couldn’t speak with the lump that had formed in her throat. He hadn’t bothered with a shirt, and his worn jeans rode low on his hips with the button still undone. The heat inside her rose impossibly higher.

“When I moved here, I decided to explore some of what I thought was the darker side of me. A need for more in my life that nothing else had quite fulfilled.”

“And did you find it?” she whispered.

“I did. I have very strong needs, and once I’d learned how to fulfill them, I wanted to share them with the right woman.”

“A submissive.” Humiliation burned through her. She’d planned to try and make a case for them dating, and he’d already found what he needed in a submissive. Her stomach cramped with the knowledge of being too late.

“Yes, Jenn, a submissive. Someone who craves what I crave, a woman who understands a dominant’s need to control. Now, I only need to know one thing. Do you want to be that woman?”

She blinked. Her body jerked to attention.

“What?”

He took a few slow steps closer. “I want you, Jenn. I always have.”

This couldn’t be happening.

“You’ve never given me even a hint that you wanted me.”

“Haven’t I? Not many men spend as much time with a woman he doesn’t crave as I did with you. But back in college, I wasn’t ready to risk the friendship. Now, I’m ready to claim the woman I want.”

“But I’m not submissive. I don’t understand.”

Riley grabbed her around the waist and hauled her against him. “Are you sure about that? Your face is flushed, your nipples are hard and I caught you reading a book about it. If I were to slide my hand underneath this little skirt of yours, would I find damp panties?” His hand teased her thigh at the edge of the fabric.

With Riley’s warm chest pressed against her, it was hard to think straight. She had him right where she’d dreamed and the last thing she wanted to do was push him away.

“I have a confession to make.” She breathed heavily. “I came here tonight hoping to find out if you had an interest in me other than as long distance friendship, but…but I—”

“Didn’t expect this.”

She nodded.

“Well, you’re here, and now, you know I’m interested. Are you curious?”

“I’ve read some of that book before,” she admitted.

Riley smiled wide. “Have you now?” He stared at her questioningly. “Well, considering you haven’t run from me screaming, I’d say you’re more than interested. So…you’re here and I’m here and we have two days before you have to leave, so let’s have some fun and see where it goes. But before you agree, understand that I will command you, I will ask you to do things that are outside of your comfort zone and I will give you more pleasure than you can imagine. If you say yes, then you agree to trust that, no matter what I ask, I will keep you safe.”

“The only thing I’m scared of is walking away without taking a chance,” she whispered.

Riley’s hand scorched through her blouse as he trailed his fingers up and down her spine with one hand and along the inside of her thigh with the other. Her pulse pounded harder with every passing second until she wanted—no needed—him to kiss her.

“I have missed you, baby girl.”

Oh hell, she’d almost forgotten about his favorite nickname for her. This time instead of annoying her, the sentiment melted something inside her.

“Please, Riley, teach me what you like. Show me what pleases you.”

He pulled back and gazed into her eyes. Lust and determination swirled through his as she waited for what would come next.

“Two days then. I’ve dreamt for years of what your pussy will taste like or how hot and snug you’d fit around me as I buried myself inside you. Now, the image of you on your knees, skin flushed with desire, begging for more is going to kill me.” He scrubbed a hand over his face and breathed deeply. “I’m going to the other room to get something. Take this time to be certain this is what you want, because when I return, I’ll expect you in nothing but your bra and panties. You’ll stand in the middle of the room with your legs shoulder-width apart and your head bowed with your hands clasped behind your back. Is that understood?”

“Yes.” Her pussy creamed more.

“There is no wrong answer here, Jenn. I’ll respect your decision either way.”

His head lowered and soft lips slid across hers, lightly at first, until a hot tongue licked at her and coaxed her mouth open. For a second, she thought the floor had fallen away and the earth had tilted on its axis. Her head spun. The kiss stole her breath and wiped away all the fears she might have harbored, leaving her with nothing but hot, pure pleasure.

More.
The single word repeated itself in her head over and over. She’d waited for him for so long she could hardly believe he wanted her too. Tongues tangling, her nails digging into his shoulders, she wished they were already naked. Her breasts grew heavy with her spiked lust, and the pulsing in her clit turned to an aching throb.

She soaked up the strength of being in his arms until he pulled away from the kiss.

“Remember your instructions. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She nodded and bit at her lip as the butterflies in her stomach fluttered wildly. She couldn’t wait.

Chapter Two

Damn. Finding Jenn reading his book had nearly undone him. He could be a patient man, but the urge to pull her down onto his lap bottom up overwhelmed him. He wanted to feel her ass heating from his hand spanking the virgin flesh. And he’d bet all he had that she’d not experimented much.

He didn’t need to retrieve anything specific as much as he needed to take a few minutes to let her think about what she wanted and gather his own thoughts. If she agreed, he only had two days to give her so much pleasure as his submissive that, by Sunday night, he could convince her to stay for good. He longed to collar a sub and form a long-term bond, but as long as the possibility of Jenn had stuck in his mind, there was no one else he wanted to consider.

He’d experimented at the club quite a bit and had begun setting up a playroom here in his condo, but he’d waited for her. The minute she’d hinted about New York not being all she’d expected, he’d worked toward getting her to come to North Carolina for a vacation. Two days wasn’t much time, so he would have to give her a taste of what he really needed. He’d keep her on the brink all weekend, never knowing what to expect next. She’d experience the hard edge of arousal and more pleasure than she could imagine.

His thoughts strayed to her standing in the next room, waiting for him. There was no doubt in his mind she’d obey his directions exactly. She had spunk and fire that would have her taking on just about any challenge thrown her way. Thankfully, he’d recognized the hunger and need in her eyes—something he knew all too well.

Earlier, he’d opened his front door to a vision. In the years they’d been separated, she’d filled out more. His mouth had watered at her generous new curves. She’d grown out of the spiky short hair cut and sloppy clothes she’d worn in college and into an incredibly sensual woman who screamed sex with a flash of her baby blues and the tilt of her hip.

For years, he’d shared an apartment with her and they’d taken care of each other in every domestic way but one. How he’d managed to successfully hide how hard she’d kept him he had no idea. When they’d snuggled together to enjoy nights in, she’d always smelled like fresh summer rain—part sweet from her body wash with the undeniable earthy undertone of a blossoming woman. She’d been so young and innocent back then, and he hadn’t been ready to tell her about his darker side he suspected wasn’t going away.

None of that had kept her from his dreams though. Where thoughts of touching her, kissing her and tasting every inch of her until she fell limp and satisfied, consumed him. His chest tightened at the feelings the remembered dreams stirred.

More important though were the tell-tale signs he’d picked up in their last phone conversation. She had done her best to sound upbeat, but he’d been trained to recognize even the slightest distress—the catch in her throat, the loneliness in her voice she tried to hide and her sudden decision to leave New York, a city he thought she loved. He’d had to tamp down the fierce possessiveness that had flooded through him. The need to go to her had nearly overwhelmed him. She needed someone to care for her whether she realized it or not.

And now she was here.

His cock throbbed mercilessly in his pants. He’d wanted to get himself under control, but thoughts of her had the opposite reaction. Now, he felt like a young teenager with no experience.

Toys. He’d gather a few items to use in her first lesson and rejoin her. The need that flowed between them was undeniable, and Dom and submissive or not, the time for waiting was over.

* * * *

Riley had disappeared through the door, and Jenn had practically torn her blouse to get it off. Her skin had become so sensitized that even the fabric rubbing over her was too much.

Every muscle tensed and throbbed as she waited for him. She’d never been so aroused or needy in her life, and she couldn’t handle it. It didn’t even faze her that she stood in an empty room half naked. At this point, she’d have preferred it if he’d requested full nudity. The black lace bra and panty set might look nice, but her tight nipples needed to be free. Not to mention, the panties had gone beyond damp to soaking wet a long time ago.

The urge to masturbate increased tenfold with every passing moment. She no longer had a reasonable concept for how long she stood there waiting. It could have been three minutes or thirty minutes for all she knew. Her brain focused intensely on the pulse in her clit and the ache of her heavy breasts.

With little thought to what Riley would want, Jenn reached inside her underwear and rubbed across her aching nub. Shocks of pleasure spiked through her heated sex almost painfully. Her finger massaged the wanting flesh as she felt the beginning build up of a release. Yes, if she could come she’d be able to focus on whatever Riley needed without distraction.

“What are you doing?”

Jenn gasped and jerked her hand free of the lace panties. Oh God. He’d caught her trying to pleasure herself.

“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.” His lips were set in a firm disapproving line.

“I…uh…I’m sorry, Riley. God, this is so embarrassing. I can’t stand here and talk about this with you.”

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do. I don’t care if you’re embarrassed as much as I care about you being able to answer my questions and talk openly to me about anything. Are you ashamed of touching yourself or ashamed that you got caught?”

“I’m not ashamed. I’ve masturbated for as long as I can remember, but nobody’s ever walked in on me.” She licked her lips and took a long steady breath in a feeble attempt to calm her racing heart. He’d embarrassed her, but it hadn’t stopped the throbbing between her legs. In fact, standing with her eyes cast somewhat down left her with a decent view of his bare chest. When had he developed so many muscles?

She wanted to do a little exploring, she’d like to help him out of his clothes so she could rub all over him. She’d always wondered what his cock looked like. From the outline of the bulge at his crotch, she doubted she’d be disappointed.

“Look at me, Jenn.”

Slowly, she raised her gaze.

“I asked you to stand in position and wait for me. Why did you fail to do so? Are you having second thoughts?”

“No.” She shook her head furiously. “It’s just that I…”