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pheromones really did it for him, because he was getting harder by the minute.

She trembled once and licked her lips with a nervous little flick of her tongue. Jordan’s cock hardened even more. He could see her answer on her face.

* * * *

She’d never been this aroused, not ever, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. The look in his eyes when she’d licked her lips had sent her senses scrambling.

I want to feel you catch fire in my arms
.

She stood kicking at the gate of thirty and had never in her entire life caught fire in anyone’s arms. Sex had never been a big deal for her. The memory of that lovers’ chat between Blakey and his bimbo reared up, a lion ready to pounce, to tear and devour her feminine confidence. The image faded away thanks to Masked Man’s question still echoing in the room.

“Yes.” Chastity blinked, because her mouth had said that without waiting for her head to catch up. The word had been spoken, and the look of satisfaction on his face thrilled her and frightened her at the same time.

“You know who I am, don’t you, Chastity?” Since she really only knew one male-male couple, she nodded.

Looking into eyes that had smiled at her as recently as yesterday in the elevator in her apartment building, she felt again that zing in her blood. Of course, yesterday she’d dismissed the sensation almost immediately. She’d had more pressing things on her mind.

Dismissing this man and what he made her feel right now would be impossible.

“Tell me who you knew me to be yesterday.”

“Jordan Fitzpatrick.”

“And who do you know me to be
right now
?”
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Chastity had difficulty swallowing. Her throat had suddenly gone dry. She knew what he wanted, and sensed saying the words would be a turning point—and a commitment. Fear and arousal made up two sides of the same coin, as did trepidation and attraction.

“My master.”

Pleasure flashed in his eyes. Unable to stop herself, she looked down at his crotch. His cock pressed against the leather, an impressive display.

“You don’t have any idea what those words really mean yet, but you will. Take your blouse and skirt off. Fold them neatly and place them on the tiny shelf under your chair.” Chastity had bought the new lingerie to give herself confidence, never really dreaming any man would see her in it tonight. She felt herself shudder, but honestly couldn’t say if she shook with nervousness or excitement.

Her fingers trembled as she unfastened her blouse. Slipping it off, she folded it and set it on the chair. Once her skirt joined it she set both garments on the tiny shelf, then returned to stand before him.

“Your lingerie disputes your name. There’s nothing chaste about them.”

She had forgotten he held the riding crop in his hand. He used it now, brushed the tip against her flesh to trace above the low cut of her bra. Her nipples tightened. When he moved it down to stroke over her mound, to slide it lightly between her legs, rubbing it back and forth over her slit, on top of the thin crotch of her thong, she couldn’t hold back her moan of pleasure.

“You’re very sensitive. You are going to go off like the Fourth of July.”

“I never have.” The words slipped out unbidden, leaving the pink residue of a blush on her cheeks.

“How many lovers have you had?”

That was a hell of an intimate question. She nearly shook her head at that thought. The black lace of the bra and thong she’d put on hid
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nothing from his view, which had the question beat by a mile in the intimacy department.

“Two.”

“The wrong two, obviously. Now, come over here, put your arms around my neck, and kiss me.”

The sensation of her lace-covered breasts pressed against his naked chest tripped her heart rate even faster. He didn’t wrap his arms around her, and she wished he would. With her arms around his neck, her breasts lifted, and the nipples peaked even harder. Stretching up she placed her mouth on his.

He didn’t return her kiss and she pulled back, her gaze meeting his for a long moment. Was it challenge she read there, in his eyes?

Stretching up once more she kissed him again and this time, she went wild.

Chastity’s tongue pressed forward until Jordan’s lips opened.

Ravenous, she tasted and teased, drank and devoured. The ridge of his cock, pressed tight against her belly, grew larger and harder. He’d only asked for a kiss, but in that moment she wanted to give him everything. Undulating her hips, she rubbed her pussy against that leather-covered rod, and shivered with delight when her arousal shot higher.

Jordan scooped her up and pressed her against his cock, hard.

Then he set her down and away from him.

“Naked.
Now
.”

She dropped the two tiny pieces of lace where she stood. Could she have an orgasm just from his looking at her?

He stepped forward, turned her and nudged her toward the chair.

When he took one of her hands and placed it on the seat, she followed suit with the other.

Chastity cried out in near orgasmic pleasure as she felt his hand on her, stroking back and forth across her slit. The tips of his fingers brushed against her clit and her hips moved, tipping her eager pussy toward him, offering more.

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He shifted, and she wondered what would happen next.

Fingers slid inside her as a hand came down on her ass, hard. She screamed, more in shock than in pain.

“Do as you are told, exactly what you are told, and
only
as much as you are told.”

He brought his hand down on her again, but his fingers continued to move in and out of her wet, hungry passage. Chastity whimpered, so horny she thought she’d combust. Three more slaps followed in rapid succession and she realized he was
spanking
her. She should have been indignant, outraged. Instead, she burned for more.

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry.” Though she wasn’t really, because she’d never felt this heat, this need.

“Beg me to forgive you.”

“Please forgive me.” She thought she’d say anything to keep this wonderful arousal spiraling. He’d finished the spanking, but Jordan’s fingers still worked her. Tilting her hips, she tried to force them deeper. When she did, he pulled them back so that he barely stroked inside her, denying her quest.

“Your master didn’t hear you.”

Master
. Heart pounding, balanced on the edge of frantic, Chastity cried out, a sound of frustration and desire rolled into one.

“Please, Master, please forgive me.”

“Better. Now, beg me to fuck you.”

Yes
! Yes, that’s what she needed, what she wanted. She craved the feel of his cock moving in and out of her, yearned to feel the force of his thrusts, his hands on her hips, fingers digging in, holding her steady for his plunder.

That part of her labeled twenty-first century woman cringed at the concept of begging a man, or anyone, for that matter, for anything.

The love-starved woman in her, however, wounded by a fiancé’s betrayal and a grandmother’s indifference, would do anything,
anything
to claim back her femininity, would put any kind of salve
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she could find on the wounds to her ego and self-confidence. To feed the passion that had risen so fast and burned so hot for this man. If she had to beg to get that, she would.

“Please, Master.
Please fuck me
.” He pulled his fingers from her and stepped back, and Chastity braced herself against the chair.

“No.”

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“
No?
”

Jordan nearly laughed at the indignant tone in Chastity’s voice. He didn’t, because as aggrieved as she sounded she was still bent over that chair, her pussy gleaming wet with her juices, and he
was
still hard as a rock. He’d like nothing more than to fuck her fast and hard and deep. And he would.

Just not here, and not now.

“Straighten up.”

He didn’t add insult to injury by making her turn around to face him. Instead, he stepped up very close behind her.

“My cock will be deep inside you before you sleep again, but we’ll do this my way. Do you see those chains over in the corner?”

“Yes.”

“They have shackles at the ends of them. I want you to go over and put your wrists into those shackles.”

“Excuse me?”

“One of the things that needs to happen here, Chastity, is that you begin to trust me with your body, with your well-being. And I have to trust
you
to obey me. This trust between us won’t come easily. It won’t come overnight. So we start at the beginning, with small stuff. I have a few more minutes of work to do before I can call it a night.

You’ll wait here for me. When I return, we’ll go home. Did you drive here tonight?”

“No, I took a cab.”

He heard a trace of defiance in her voice. Jordan smiled, but only because she faced away from him and couldn’t see it.

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Chastity Sawyer was a woman of strength, one used to being in a position of authority. She wouldn’t surrender control gracefully at first. He really didn’t expect her to. But she would surrender it, because he sensed she needed to.

“Perfect. Then I’ll take you home. That would be to my home, not yours. Now go and do as I’ve commanded. You don’t have to worry that anyone will bother you. You’ll be safe in this room until I return.”

He waited, wondering what she would do. Finally, she took one step, and then another until she came to a stop before the chains. She stood for a long moment looking up at them. Though he felt tempted to intervene, to speak, he chose to wait. He could be a very patient man when he needed to be. After another tense minute, she rewarded his patience.

“What direction do you want me to face?”

“You may turn around so you face the door if you want to.” She did. The sound of the metal snapping closed echoed in the room. He liked the sight of her, naked breasts with nipples beading, arms above her head, wrists captured. He liked it a lot. “My, what a pretty picture for me to keep in my mind while I finish up my work. I won’t be more than twenty minutes.”

* * * *

Rain fell, a light drizzle that sparkled on the pavement under the streetlights and in the flare of passing headlights. Only the swoosh of tires on wet road broke the silence.

Chastity shivered.

“Cold, darling?”

“No. Nervous. Aroused. Confused. Not cold.” Though she thought she should be cold, considering all she had on were her shoes and a very lightweight trench coat Jordan had produced for her to wear.

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The clothes she’d worn to his club tonight lay folded in a bag on her lap. Sitting in a car, driving through the heart of the city wearing a coat with nothing underneath felt…naughty. Well, she
had
wanted to break out of her good-girl mold. She’d done a hell of a good job so far.

With the best yet to come. She hoped.

Oh, she’d been pissed when Jordan had said no after he’d made her beg him for sex. It didn’t matter that right now, speeding through the dark of night toward new sexual experiences, that she understood his denial, even agreed with it.

He’d made her beg and then turned her down.

You don’t have any idea what it means to call me master yet, but
you will
.

He couldn’t make her do anything against her will. Of course, he couldn’t. Although she didn’t know Jordan very well, she’d come to know his partner, Marcus, over these past months. She’d always appreciated the man’s warmth, kindness and gentle spirit. He was one of those rare, precious people who had a servant’s heart, a genuine desire to serve other people, see to their needs and comfort.

She’d felt a kinship with him at first meeting, because from the time she’d turned ten she’d become a caretaker of sorts for her grandmother.

Chastity blinked, the thought a strange one, but now that she’d entertained it, she could see the truth of it. Needing a sense of stability and security after her dreadful loss, she’d sought to meet those needs by forming herself into what she’d decided would be the perfect granddaughter for Gertrude.

“Deep thoughts?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll share them. Later. For now, we’re home.”
Home
. It occurred to her she hadn’t had a real home, not a home-is-where-the-heart-is kind of home since her parents died.

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Jordan swung his Jaguar into his parking spot, right between Chastity’s BMW and Marcus’s Mercedes.

“Good thing this lot is under twenty-four-seven guard. Between the three of us we have a rolling candy store for car thieves.”

“I’ve never thought of that. I’ve never had a car stolen. Have you?”

“No, but I’ve boosted a couple.”

Chastity knew she stared at him with shock in her eyes. She couldn’t help it. He waited a couple of minutes before he grinned at her.

“In my wild and misspent youth. I had just turned nine at the time.

Tall for my age, so I had no trouble reaching the pedals.”

“Nine? Where the hell was your mother?”

“Zoned out on crack with her dealer rutting between her legs, most likely.”

If he’d meant to shock her again, he’d hit the target. She thought she read a trace of defiance in his eyes. Was he daring her to condemn him? Or feel sorry for him?

“Well, it’s good to know if I lose my keys you can hot wire my car for me.”

After a moment of silence he exhaled on a chuckle.

“You’ve just been full of surprises tonight, Ms. Sawyer.”

“Have I?”

“Most definitely. I think it’s time to turn the tables, don’t you?”

* * * *

“There you are.”

Marcus greeted them as soon as they stepped inside the penthouse.

He wore a dark brown robe. Chastity’s eyes went to the collar around his neck. She’d never seen it on him before. She recalled then the one Jordan had brought into the room with him at the club.