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Her hand shaking, she managed to turn on the water faucet, splashing water in her face. The cool liquid did little to calm her nerves. Her pussy was wet, her nipples hard and her skin prickling. Playing with fire would result in flaming out. This was the worst situation to be in. She’d have to recuse herself, but what in the hell could she use as an excuse? Feigning an illness might work. Right. As if she could contract malaria overnight.

Jess concentrated on controlling her breathing, allowing her heart rate to ease back into some sort of normalcy. A full five minutes later she tilted her head, studying her reflection. She could almost pass for a knowledgeable attorney instead of a hungry, wanton submissive. A smile firmly plastered on her face, she smoothed back the loose strands of hair into her tightly woven bun and walked toward the door.

The moment her fingers touched the handle the door was flung open. Two hands grabbed her wrists.

“Craze, I mean Judge Mitchell, I…” Flustered, she inhaled his scent and her pussy clenched Today he was all male. The look on his face was carnal, his eyes full of dangerous desire. ‘What are you doing?”

“You know exactly what I’m doing,” Craze whispered between clenched teeth.

“This isn’t the place.”

“I don’t give a shit. I have to have you here. Now. I own you. You
will
obey me.” Lowering his head he crushed his mouth over hers as he pushed her against the wall. He yanked her arms up over her head, grasping both wrists in one hand.

As her back hit the wall she grunted, every nerve ending on fire. Moaning into the kiss, she closed her eyes as his hand moved down, the tips of his fingers brushing the side of her breast, her waist and thigh. She was tingling all over, the anticipation of his desires, his increasing needs a powerful aphrodisiac.
You can’t do this. What if you’re caught? What if…
This was dangerous. Exciting. Obey.
You will obey him.

Craze kicked her legs apart and shoved his hand under her skirt, jerking the edge of her panties aside.

Jess wiggled as he thrust his fingers into her aching cunt, pumping hard and fast. His nails dug into her skin, his hand keeping her secured, yet she slumped, would have fallen to the floor had he not been holding her. Her nipples scraped against the thin lace of her bra, creating a blissful sting.

Flexing his fingers open, Craze plunged into her pussy with all four fingers as he swirled his thumb around her clit. He broke the kiss but kept his lips brushing against hers, his hot breath cascading across her skin. “There will never be a moment I can’t have you. There will never be a time you won’t heed to my desires, my needs. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Yes sir.” Her lower lip quivered as he licked around her mouth.

“You’re wet. Have you hungered for your ?”

“God, yes.”

“You need a whipping, a hard fucking like the good whore you are.”

His voice was raspy, guttural and she was unable to focus. “I’m your whore, your slut.”

“Good girl. Open your mouth.”

She obeyed instantly, a breathless pant pushing past her lips.

Removing his fingers, he shoved them into her mouth. “Suck. Clean my fingers.” He narrowed his eyes, studying her as she licked. When he seemed satisfied, he took a step back, scanning the length of her body. He growled as he looked into her eyes. His expression was one of control, absolute domination. Stretching her arms, he dragged the pad of his index finer down from her neck to the swell of her breasts, drawing a circle. “A good bitch.”

“Yes sir.”

He dragged his finger down her chest, wigging the tip until the pearl buttons on her blouse loosened. “Beautiful.” Grabbing her breast, he wrenched and twisted as she bit back a cry.

Her eyes watered as she rose up onto her tiptoes, pain rushing down her spine. When he ripped back her bra, exposing her nipple, she whimpered.

Craze released his hold on her wrists and wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing. “Quiet. You’re mine to do with what I want. Never forget that.” Growling, he dropped his head, sucking and biting on her hardened bud.

Her eyes watering, Jess coughed as a real moment of rear entered her system. As her body quivered, her arms slowly fell by her side. She clenched her fists and gulped for air. When the bite intensified, tears slipped past her lashes.

He exhaled slowly and eased back, keeping his hold on her neck. Nuzzling closer, he nipped her earlobe as he whispered into her ear. “Now I’m going to fuck you like the slut you are after I whip your ass.” He dragged her toward the sink, turning her around and forcing her to bend at the waist.

The moment he let go of her neck she gasped, coughing. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him as he unfastened his belt, knowing any minute they’d be interrupted, their intimate act a matter of discovery. After this they’d be ruined. She couldn’t fight her desires, refused to fall into her fears.

Crack!

He slapped the belt onto the floor before doubling the end, wasting no time.

“Oh!” Her strangled yelp was met with a harsh look of displeasure.

“Shut up. Keep quiet. Do you understand?” Craze squeezed her breast before yanking the clip from her hair.

As her hair fell around her shoulders she arched her back, a slight smile cresting across her face. Sweat trickled down both sides of her face, a drop slithering onto her lips. She licked furiously as he intertwined his fingers in her hair, yanking back her head.

Craze yanked up her skirt, forcing the tight material around her waist. He smiled as he took a single finger from his belted hand, slipping the long digit under the top of her thong and jerking his hand.

The sound of the lace panty being ripped away shot adrenaline through her system. She panted as he tossed them to the floor.

“Mine.” Taking a step back he took a swig, slapping her hard across the upper thighs.

The second and third hit her squarely across the ass.

She bit back a scream as pain rocketed into every cell.

Crack! Whap!

Another volley ensued, the smacks even and hard, one right after the other.

“My,” he huffed.

Crack! Pop!

“Slut.”

Slap Crack! Crack!

Jess lost count as the whipping continued, her mind reeling as she accepted the pain, craved more and suddenly a blissful feeling was so powerful she clenched her pussy.

“Yes. My beautiful whore.”

The sound of the belt being dropped was nothing but an echo. She lolled her head, her eyes only half open, and pushed aside the last of her fears. Sweat and tears fell side by side into the chipped porcelain bowel. The realization made her smile. She was vaguely aware he’d grabbed her hips, yanking her backwards. Then she felt his cockhead pushing past her ass cheeks. She stiffened, her fingers gripping the sink, and tossed her head back.

Craze impaled her dark hole with one hard thrust, grunting as his balls slapped against her ass. “Oh yeah.”

She swallowed and slapped the glass with one hand. Ecstasy and agony mixed together in such a heightened dichotomy that her breath became constricted.

He repeated the move, holding her still as his cock swelled in her asshole. “See what bad girls get when they forget to wear their plug?”

“Yes…sir…”

“You’ll learn to obey. You’ll learn.”

As he pumped hard and fast, his actions savage, his fucking brutal, she smiled. Nothing had ever been this right, this perfect. No man had ever understood her needs until now.

A slow growl slipping from his lips, he grabbed her naked breast, twisting, his nails digging in. “Such a perfect little bitch.”

“I’m your bitch.”

“Yes, and don’t you forget that.”

Jess closed her eyes as he continued fucking her, a quiet resolve settling in. This was exactly what she wanted. Seconds later she heard his strangled huff as he exploded inside, the warmth of his cum filling her ass as well as her soul.

When she managed to open her eyes, they looked at each other through their reflection, knowing this could never happen again.

****

Craze stood at his window, gazing out at the late afternoon sun. They’d successfully managed to keep a distance from each other during the grueling two and half week’s trial, but Jess was never far from his mind. She’d left a permanent mark on his psyche, one leaving him unable to sleep or eat. With the trial over, he wasn’t certain whether or not she’d want to see him again. Their behavior had been ridiculous. If caught, they’d have lost more than the respect of their peers.

“That’s not the look of a man who’s just presided over the case of his career.”

“Not according to the Press, Mark.”

“Eh, what do they know?” Mark walked closer to his desk. “Want to grab a beer?”

“Not really. I’m just tired.”

“Uh-huh. I have a feeling you’re thinking about that leggy blond, the one you’ve been pining away for.”

Craze grinned and shook his head. “That transparent?”

“Well, if looks do the telling, I’d say the lovely Ms. Parker is pining away for you as well.”

“What?”

“Yep,” Mark said as he winked. “Truth be told, I think you two have a thing going. The electricity in the courtroom was magical.”

He exhaled and lowered his head. “You can’t let anyone know about this. I’ll be ruined, her career gone in a blink of an eye.”

“Your secret is safe with me, but now the case is done. Why aren’t you celebrating with her?”

“I don’t think she wants to see me again,” Craze said casually as he clenched his fist. “We’re caustic together, toxic even.”

“Because you and she like it rough?”

Craze narrowed his eyes. “What the hell?”

“Oh come on. I’ve known you for a decade. I know what you think, how you talk about women. You never married because that’s not your bag. You found a girl who gets you?”

The question was open ended. “We have a connection.”

“Then don’t waste time, buddy. You ain’t getting any younger. I’ll get out of your hair. Say hello to the lovely Miss Green Eyes for me.”

He chuckled as Mark walked out of the room and checked his watch. She might still be at the office. Perhaps he could have a talk with her, see if she had any desire to see him again. He looked back out the window, thinking about the intensity of their passion, their enraged hunger. He thought about his nearly reckless decision. Sending her a painting would be more than telling. He sighed, wishing he could stop the courier. There was no way. Maybe he needed to face the music, find out if their connection was as strong as he believed.

Brushing his finger across his belt, he emitted a string of growling sounds. Damn the woman made his cock ache. He could stop by, say congratulations on her win then see how she reacted.

Grabbing his keys, he locked up his office and walked out into the hallway, punching the elevator button. Impatient, he tapped his fingers on the wall as he waited, closing his eyes and envisioning her naked, tied to his bed.

Fuck her. Use her. Take her. Own her.

The mantra was the same and despite everything he’d tried to do to push away his needs, his dark hungers remained.

As he walked out of his office building and up the two blocks to his car, he noticed two stores, a flower shop and a jewelry store. Raising his eyebrow, a thought came to mind, one he refused to deny. He looked down at his suit and polished shoes, grimacing. Then he’d made another stop.

****

“In case you haven’t noticed, there is a celebration going on out here.”

Jess barely lifted her head. Betsy had been chiding her for a solid thirty minutes to get out of her office, celebrate with the rest of the staff. Yes, they’d worked hard to win the case – all of them. Yes, a celebration was in order given their outstanding Press coverage, but she was in no mood for a party. “I’ll be right there.”

“That’s what you said ten minutes ago.”

“And ten minutes before that. I have to finish up some details and I’ll come out and have a glass of champagne. I promise. Okay?”

“Uh-huh,” Betsy quipped. “Next time I drag you out by your hair.”

“Right.” She gave a stern look before Betsy closed the door and placed her head into her hands. The last two weeks had taken a toll, not only on her professionally, but her inability to touch Craze, even talk to him had taken everything. She wanted him, there was no doubt, but given what had occurred in the bathroom, she had no idea if they could be good for each other.

She wasn’t into hiding, even though he filled the darkness she’d kept locked away. Groaning, she closed her eyes, remembering every detail of the incredible times together. He’d furrowed into the smallest crevices of her soul.

The sharp knock on her door pissed her off. “Betsy!”

Betsy tentatively opened the door, peering inside.

“I told you I’d get out there when I could!” Realizing she’d snapped, she immediately softened her face. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I wasn’t going to bother you except you have a package that just arrived.”

“A package?”

Betsy nodded.

“Bring it in.”

She nodded, a blush cresting on her face.

“Is there an issue?”

“No, it’s just… Well, I’ll have them bring it in.”

Jess rose to her feet. What in the world could have been delivered? When two men walked in, carrying an oversized package, she knew instinctively what had been delivered, a painting. She paled as the carefully set the rectangular piece on the floor and against the wall. “Thank you. Take care of them, okay?”

“Of course.” Betsy giggled as she showed the men out of Jess’ office.

Jess stood quietly for a full minute before walking toward the brown wrapped package. She brushed her fingers across the front, her thoughts drifting once again to Craze. Her nerves on edge, she untied the string, her fingers fumbling with the knot. After dropping the tie to the floor, she carefully tore at the paper.

When the incredible painting was in full view, she sucked in her breath and stepped back. “Fuck.” There was no doubt who the subject was, or the intention of the painting. The piece was new, a vibrant depiction of their time together, as well as their kink. While the girl in the painting was draped in a red sheet, the sensuous nature of the act being performed was clearly stated.