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He pulled the whip out and flipped her around, lifting her onto the edge of the desk with her legs spread wide. He dropped to his knees and hooked her legs on each of his shoulders.

“Okay, sweetheart, feed me.”

Then he drove his tongue inside her and used lips and teeth and tongue to pull the orgasm from her in a rush of juices spilling from her slit. His mouth, his shirt, his chin were covered with her, and he fucking loved every minute of it. She was spent, and still he ate her pussy until she ramped up and went again. She’d gone so silent he didn’t know what had happened until he looked up at her and saw her face raw and full of too many emotions. Finally, he let her down, unhooked her legs, and stood. He loosened the tie from her mouth and used it to clean his face.

“Who’d have figured?” he said, folding the tie and placing it to the side on his desk.

“What?” she said, her voice a raspy whisper.

“I could suck the brat right out of you.”

Her mouth dropped open, but before he could say anything else, he lunged forward and kissed her long and deep until she’d forgotten her voice again and wrapped herself around him so tightly he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered, and then released him and pulled on her jeans. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

He was too stunned to respond. He hadn’t expected her to go so compliant so quickly. He’d have to remember this for the future.

He pulled on his coat and tucked the ruined tie into his pocket. Then he logged off his computer and went to meet Lucinda in the lobby. She stood waiting for him with no sign of brat on her face, just a wide grin.

“It’s not appropriate to come here, sweetheart.”

She nodded. “I…”

“Yes, I know. You were testing me. And I was true to my word, so I think we can be done with the testing now, correct?”

“How many submissives have you had in the past?” she asked, startling him.

He wrapped an arm around her and led her to the elevator for the parking garage. “Enough. But none like you.”

“What does that mean?”

He ushered her into the elevator and crowded her so he was in her face. “What do you want it to mean?”

She licked her lips and looked past him. He gripped her chin and brought her gaze back to his. “Tell me the truth, Lucinda. What do you want it to mean?”

“That I’m special. That you’ll consider keeping me,” she whispered. So honest and exposed. He wanted to wrap her up and give her everything she hadn’t been given in the past. Everything she so clearly needed.

“Both those are true, sweetheart. I didn’t like that you came to my workplace, but you were a very good girl in there. You stayed still, and I was proud of you for asking for what you wanted from me.”

She smiled, and the pride shone in her eyes. Yes, this was the right way to train her. Lavish her with praise, keep her punishments away from any kind of pain, let the pain she craved be her reward. “Do I get to ask you something, Master?”

“When you’re so good for me like this, there’s almost nothing I wouldn’t give you.”

She licked her lips again, and this time he surged forward and tasted her in a deep, drugging kiss, tongues tangling until they were both breathless.

“Ask me.”

“Will you fuck me tonight?”

His mouth kicked up in a half-grin. “We’ll see.”

She huffed, but before she could say anything, he plunged forward and kissed her again until the elevator pinged and he ushered her off and toward his SUV. She walked quietly and didn’t say one word, keeping her head down as she slipped into the passenger seat. He couldn’t imagine her holding her tongue for much longer. Tonight would be interesting indeed.

Lucinda bit the inside of her cheek the entire way to Theo’s house so she wouldn’t say anything to ruin her chances of finally being fucked. Her body tingled from her office orgasm, but her mind couldn’t let go of the image of Theo above her, pounding into her until she screamed.

“You’re quiet, sweetheart. Do I need to be worried?”

“About what?”

He pulled off the highway toward his Eden Prairie home. “When you’re quiet, you’re usually stewing.”

“I’m not stewing, I’m just trying to muzzle myself so you’ll finally fuck me.”

He tapped on the clock. “That muzzle lasted about nineteen minutes. I’m sure that’s a new record for you.”

“Oh shut up. I’m usually not this way with other people.”

He raised both brows and turned to her. “Really?”

“Well, not like I am with you.”

“You mean I’m the only one who’s received the gift of this spirit. I quite like that. I’d hate for you to waste all that fire on someone who doesn’t appreciate it.”

Warmth flushed her cheeks. She’d expected him to get angry or complain about how he has to deal with her bitchiness, but instead he’d complimented her. She didn’t know what to do with him. He was flip-flopping everything she knew. “Thank you, Theo.”

“You’re welcome, Lucy.”

She blinked and looked at him. “No one’s called me Lucy since…”

He pulled into the garage and parked before turning to her. “Since when?”

“Since I was a little girl. When my parents… Well, it doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter. Do you like the name?”

She looked at her hands gripped together tightly on her lap. “I used to. I like the way you say it.”

“Do you still see your parents?” he asked, tugging at her hands so he could link them with his.

“Not really. I go for Christmas, if I can afford the plane tickets. They live in the South, so I don’t get down there that often.”

“Would you like to see them more?”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat and looked up at him. “They don’t really like me that much.” She took a deep breath and tried to remember that she was happy with who she was. “It’s okay. I’m a lot for anyone, and I do get that I’m not everyone’s flavor.”

He slipped out of the car and came to her side, taking her hand gently and pulling her out. “Parents are supposed to look past our flaws.”

She tried to smile. “I’m not sure mine got the memo. It’s okay. I mean, when I was in high school, it was a revolving door of boyfriends in and out of my room, and then at art school, well, let’s just say my parents don’t exactly approve of my sexual openness.”

“Their loss,” he said and dropped a kiss onto her forehead.

“You’re not going to tell me that maybe I should try to be more discrete and circumspect around them?”

He laughed then and shook his head. “Sweetheart, I don’t see you ever being able to take the you out of you, and I’d never want that for you. If they don’t see how special you are, it’s too bad for them.”

“The thing is that they wanted a Southern deb. They wanted me to be a trophy wife who married a good Southern boy and raised lots of babies and got fat. My brother married one of those girls. They live next to my parents now and give them grandbabies, and his wife tells me how horrible I am every time I visit.”

“She what?”

Lucinda took a deep breath and plowed ahead. “When I was a little girl, my mom put me on the pageant circuit. I did pretty well too.”

He nodded. “I can see that.”

“But then when I was sixteen, I got caught blowing one of the judges in the changing room, and that sort of ended that.”

He laughed, and warmth curled up inside her. “God, I would have loved to see that. Were you trying to ensure your win?”

“No. I didn’t care about winning. At that point, I already had huge tits that spilled out of my bikini, so I was pretty sure that all the Christian matron judges were going to low ball me anyway. But the dude I was blowing…”

She stopped in front of the door into his house and considered whether she should be telling him all this. Would this be a reason he’d later give about why he didn’t want to keep her?

“Don’t stop now, sweetheart. I’m deeply amused, and the picture in my head is making me hard as a rock.”

Well. Then. In for a penny, in for a pound.

“The dude I was blowing was the father of one of the other contestants. She’d been a huge bitch to me on the pageant circuit for years, always saying all these snide remarks. I blew her dad because I knew I’d get caught and I knew it would humiliate her.”

He laughed. “Oh, brat, I shouldn’t laugh because revenge is never a good idea, but I can’t help it. I love thinking of my adorable slutty brat using all her resources to defeat her enemy. Clever girl. So you got her back?”

“Yeah, but she got me back in her own way. She married my brother and moved next door to my parents.”

He laughed even harder. “Of course she did.”

She laughed too. “I’m better now. I don’t get jealous of other women. I believe in myself.”

“Really?” And the way he said it, suddenly serious with all the laughter in his voice gone, made her squirm. He didn’t know about Julian and Morgan. She hadn’t told him. But would he have found out?

“Well, mostly,” she settled on. She wasn’t ready to tell him about the rest of it. This admission about her blowing her sister-in-law’s dad was enough. She didn’t need to give Theo another reason to walk away from her.

He cupped both her cheeks and delivered the softest kiss to her lips. She sighed.

“I know you’re keeping things from me. I suspect you have enough stories in that brain to make even the most liberal person feel squeamish. I will have all of them, eventually.”

She was too afraid to respond, so she just nodded. He kissed her again and pushed her into the house.

Then before she could get her bearings, he pointed to the floor. “Kneel, brat.”

She dropped to her knees, and he took his coat off and started to unbuckle his pants. “Fucking finally,” she said.

His hands stilled. No. No, no, no, no. “Sorry, Master. Please. Please don’t stop.”

“Brat. I want you to hold your tongue. I don’t want any words coming out of your mouth unless they’re your safe word. Your mouth needs to be worshipping my cock, not giving me bratty attitude. Clear?”

She nodded and opened her mouth like a small bird, begging him with her eyes to keep going. She couldn’t wait to taste him. Couldn’t wait to feel his come spurt into the back of her mouth. She wiggled and brought her hand to the waistband of her jeans, wanting to rub herself at the same time she blew him.

“No, brat. You don’t get to touch yourself. You’ve been begging for my cock for days. I don’t want you distracted by your own orgasm. Your singular focus needs to be sucking me off.”

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Theo stared down at Lucinda, conscious of how close he hovered over her as he waited for her to lower her hands to her sides and tip her face to the floor. He was desperate to possess her, but for now he would start by fucking her sweet mouth until she didn’t know where she ended and he began.

When she stilled in front of him, even clasping her hands behind her back, he smiled. Finally. This relationship was never going to progress if he didn’t find ways to break her, a little at a time.

This was progress.

He made her wait, not reaching out to touch her and not making any further movement himself.

Finally, he lifted his hands to tug his shirt out of his pants and then unbutton them. He kicked off his shoes, lowered both his pants and his underwear to the floor, and stepped out. He would leave his shirt on, just to antagonize her, knowing she would want to see his chest.

“Keep your hands behind your back, brat. I control this—the speed, the depth, everything.”

She didn’t move.
Good girl.

Theo threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back so that her face tipped up to meet his gaze.

Her eyes were wide, and she licked her lips, leaving them parted when she finished.

With his free hand, he gripped his cock and stroked from base to tip, his hand not nearly as tight as he would normally prefer. But he was in danger of coming prematurely just from the torture of days not claiming his brat.

No matter how many times he’d masturbated, he couldn’t get his need for her out of his system.

Hell, he didn’t want to.

Lucinda’s gaze lowered to his cock.

He jerked her hair tighter, twisting his hand so that he tugged hard enough on the strands to make her wince. “If you release your hands, I will stop.”

“Yes, Master.” Her voice was deeper than usual.

“If you try to control me, I will stop.”

She didn’t respond.

He yanked on her hair, forcing her gaze back to his.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Open your mouth wide. Don’t close those greedy lips until I say.”

She did as he told her, and he angled her face back toward his cock. Her mouth was so fuckable it would be a miracle if he lasted five strokes. That was half the reason he’d told her not to close her lips over him.

Without warning, he thrust into her mouth as deep as possible, knowing he would shock her when his cock hit the back of her throat.

She gagged and squirmed her torso from side to side, but she didn’t release her hands.

“That’s it. Steady. Get accustomed to my dick. Relax your throat.” He watched her face as she fought hard to do his bidding.

Tears escaped the corners of her eyes, but she kept her lips parted.

He knew he was pushing her. But he also knew it was what she needed.

Finally, he pulled out slowly, dragging his engorged tip across the roof of her mouth.

She whimpered, and her lips slipped too close to his skin.

“Mouth wider, brat.”

Seeming to have realized her mistake, she jerked her mouth open as wide as she could.

Thank God. Theo was a man who enjoyed a good blowjob. If she could withstand his initial treatment of her mouth—rough and deep and fast—she could undoubtedly please him with her lips every time.

He thrust back in, even deeper.

Lucinda squirmed again, but she stilled when he jerked on her hair.

“You may close your lips around my dick now, but no suction. Just feel my girth inside your mouth. I’ll do the work this time.”

She let her greedy lips grip him too hard.

He pulled out and tugged her hair backward again.

“Sorry, Master.” She licked her lips. “I got carried away.”