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“You’re almost there, baby girl. You can do this. Show me.” He picked up a bright red lipstick from the counter and handed it to her. “Finish.”

Jenn uncapped the tube and twirled the applicator stick. A thin line of sweat slid down the side of her face, and he quickly wiped it away. He caught a slight tremble in her hand as she moved the lipstick to her lush mouth. She didn’t need the paint, but she did need the lesson, and she’d likely not forget it once he made her scream in ecstasy.

Her determination to complete her task combined with the hot, slick heaven of her pussy wrapped around him, tightened him into a massive ball of desire and need. His fingers again squeezed at her neck as he bent to lick at the line of her spine. Jenn finished her application, tossed the lipstick to the side and braced her hands on the mirror.

The passion broke free as he tunneled inside her, every pressure point rasped by the hard steel of his cock. Her need met his, and everything exploded.

“Riley,” she screamed, scraping her nails down the glass.

After tonight, everything would change forever, one way or another, and he’d never be the same without her. All he could do was demonstrate just how much he wanted and needed her by his side.

He slammed into her one last time and lost the tiny shred of control he’d managed to maintain. Pleasure roared through him and out from his cock as stream after stream of hot cum jettisoned into the small condom reservoir. A deep, primal need to be without a barrier between them overwhelmed him. He’d never considered fucking without protection until now. He wanted her, skin to skin, his cum marking what belonged to him.

Her muscles clenched and released around him, milking every last bit she could until a deep satisfaction warmed his bones and aching limbs.

Working to catch his breath, he glanced in the mirror at her reflection. Her flushed face, beads of perspiration across her forehead and nearly perfectly applied makeup, stared back at him. They’d both won in this little game, which was exactly as it should be. Her pleasure was his pleasure, and he wanted her to know.

A faint flutter around his shaft brought his focus back to the fact he’d just come and already wanted to do it again. Two days wasn’t enough to stake a claim, but by God, if she walked away tomorrow, he’d probably end up chasing after her.

Riley forced himself to withdraw but drew her into his arms as he did. “You are incredible, Jenn, and I’m never going to forget this.” He pressed a quick kiss to her shoulder and walked out of the bathroom. He needed to take a few minutes and pull himself together before he pushed her too hard or too fast and ended up driving her away.

She had him in knots with her sweet body and easy submission, and a few second thoughts about tonight speared through him. He shook his head and released the breath he’d been holding. No, she needed to really know him to make an informed decision, and if all they had was the weekend, then it was his duty to show her the reality of his life.

He glimpsed to the vanity area, and his heart cracked at the shocked look on her face. “Come here, baby girl.”

She raced into his arms, and he hugged her to him in a brief reassurance.

“You are really good at that, you know,” she uttered.

He pulled back enough to see her eyes. “What’s that?”

She pressed her nose into his chest. “Making me feel safe.”

Now, he was the one standing there in shock. This strong, smart woman who ruled the business world with her high standards, still had the most tender heart he’d ever seen. And it was up to him not to break it.

“You feel so good,” he murmured into her ear. “But if we don’t hurry up, we’re going to be late.” He slapped her lightly on the ass. “Ten minutes, okay?”

She nodded and stepped back.

“Thank you, Riley.”

“For what?”

“For being you.”

Chapter Seven

Jenn glanced down at the cell phone sitting in her lap and chewed on her lip. Still no calls or messages.

“You’ve been looking at that phone every few minutes since we left the house. What’s up?”

She shifted uncomfortably in the seat, more aware than ever that her bare bottom connected with the leather. He’d insisted on no panties, and she hadn’t gotten used to the idea of a short, short skirt with nothing underneath while out in public.

“It’s nothing,” she murmured.

“Jenn, don’t try to close up now. I’d hate to have to punish you as soon as we arrive.”

He sounded as if he didn’t really mean it, but with that wicked gleam in his eyes, she couldn’t be certain. He’d kept her off balance most of the weekend thus far, and she doubted he’d stop now.

“I expected to hear about the job this afternoon. I really thought I had a great chance at it, but…”

“Now, you’re having doubts?”

She nodded. Twenty-four hours ago, she could have taken or left a job offer, but now, things had changed. Riley had introduced her to an unexpected way of life, and while a certain amount of fear still resided in her, she wasn’t ready to walk away. She needed more time to understand everything he’d awakened in her.

“Things happen, Jenn. Their schedule may have changed, and it may take them a while longer to get back to you. I wouldn’t worry just yet.” His hand squeezed her thigh, heat shooting straight to the still-damp folds of her pussy. It was a firm reminder that he controlled the situation they were in and worrying about a job would do nothing to change that.

“Try to put it out of your mind, at least for now. Tonight, I need you to be free. To trust in me enough to know I’d never let you be hurt or pushed into something you can’t handle. Do you think you can do that?”

Jenn tried to swallow past the lump forming in her throat. She did trust him, but this fear of the unknown threatened to ruin everything. “Riley, I’ve always trusted you.”

“Remember that when we get to the club. Keep your mind open and your worries at bay. I promise, if you’ll concentrate on pleasing me and not worrying about what may or may not happen, you’re going to fly tonight.”

Her mind raced to comprehend the meaning of his words. Could she really put that kind of faith in one man? Somewhere deep inside the dark part of her, she screamed yes. She’d do anything for him, and he’d take care of her. His touch heated her leg, and moisture coated the lips of her sex. Already she ached for him to touch her again, and the desperation clawing at her insides told her she’d do anything for the pleasure.

Riley pulled his car smoothly into a parking lot in front of a large nondescript warehouse with no sign to give her a hint to where they’d arrived. There were many cars in the parking lot, but only a couple of people hovered near the entrance. Large men dressed in black. Security, she presumed.

“Jenn, spread your legs for me.”

His demand caught her off guard but fluttered in her belly as she quickly complied.

“That’s very good, baby. Inside the club, I will expect that kind of compliance with no hesitation. If I ask you a question, you will answer with a ‘yes, Sir’ or a ‘no, Sir’ and under no circumstances will you speak to anyone else.”

“But—”

“No. No thinking about why or what. Just obey. Do you understand?”

Not really. “Yes, Sir.”

Why take her somewhere he didn’t even want her to speak? Fear trembled inside her as she tried to consider the possibilities of submitting to him in public. Would he humiliate her?

Riley’s fingers moved up her inner thigh, distracting her from her thoughts.

“Are you wet?”

Was she ever.

His fingers pinched the tender flesh of her clit, and she yelped from the stab of pain. “I asked you a question, and I expect no hesitation before you answer.”

“Yes, Sir.” She breathed through the bite of pain that had already begun to give way to more pulsing pleasure in her clit. How he knew how to do that astounded her.

“I can already smell the sweet, musky scent of your arousal. It makes me want to bury my head between those beautiful thighs and feast on you. Unfortunately, that will have to wait.”

Disappointment rushed through her at his words. God, she wanted him as much as her next breath. The desire for everything he wanted to give her would drive her mad.

“Show me how you masturbate.”

“What?”

A frustrated sigh sounded from him. “You are not to question my every request, Jenn. Stop thinking and start feeling like I told you.”

Jenn took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He was right. She hadn’t truly opened herself up yet. She needed to release the fear and put the trust she had for him into action.

She spread her legs wider and slipped her fingers through the slick wetness that covered her folds. Her head tipped back at the intense sensations of touching herself while Riley watched. She’d never masturbated anywhere but in private so she’d had no idea how thrilling it would be to not only be watched by a man but to know she was in a semi-private setting where anyone could walk up and see.

“That’s it, baby girl. Relax into it, and show me what you like.”

A part of her wanted to feel shame for the thrill his words gave her, but she pushed it down. Riley cared for her and would never discourage her from enjoying anything she did for him.

“Your pretty pink cunt aches for more, doesn’t it?”

“Oh yes,” she breathed. Already the tips of her fingers rimmed the opening, and she ached to plunge them deep.

“Later, I’m going to eat you out until you beg me to stop. I can’t wait for you to come over and over on my tongue so I can enjoy what is mine.”

Her stomach jumped in response to his dark promise. The images of what he could do to her later blasted through her brain until the finger she’d held poised at her entrance sank home.

“There you go, baby. Fuck your hot pussy. Shove it in as deep as you can.” He grazed her clit with his thumb, turning it into a hard bud of quivering need.

Pure desire sizzled down her spine when she turned to meet his gaze. Her finger worked harder in and out of her sex as she reached for an elusive release.

Riley stilled her movements.

“Not yet.” He brought her hand to his mouth and sucked her wet finger between his lips, his tongue lapping at the juice. He released her with an audible pop and licked the last of her cream from his mouth. “Don’t look so devastated, baby. I only wanted to make sure you were ready for what’s about to happen.”

He jumped out of the car and hurried to her side as she flipped her skirt down and squeezed her thighs together, willing the roaring ache to a dull throb. He helped her from the car like the gentleman he could be and steered her to the entrance with a subtle press to her lower back.

“Don’t be nervous. You look beautiful, and I am going to be the envy of every Dom here tonight. I bet I’ll be fielding offers for your service all night.”

“What?” She couldn’t have heard him right.

Rich laughter rumbled from his chest. “Which reminds me…”

He pulled her to a stop, reached in his pocket and produced a thin, red collar covered in rhinestones that coordinated with her outfit.

“If you go in with a bare neck, many will mistake you as available and free to approach. Since I don’t want you speaking with anyone tonight, I’d like you to wear this.”