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“Wyatt, when I was working in Las Vegas I dealt with women like Diana all the time.” She snorted. “BBBM, we used to call them behind their backs.”

“Huh? What does that stand for?”

“Big Boobs, Big Mouth.” She sighed. “Predatory females with too much money and not enough manners. And hot pants for anything that caught their eye.”

“That’s Diana. Hands down.” He’d been driving at what Emily considered an excessive speed but now he slowed down.

“Maybe she’s more your type than I am,” Emily ventured.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She could hear the anger in his strident tone.

“She’s a lot more experienced, and obviously knows what you like.”

“But the pleasure is in teaching you.” His voice was soft, seductive. “Aren’t you having fun learning?”

She swallowed. Hard. “Yes.”

“All right, then. No more of that. If I wanted Diana she’s made it obvious she’s there for the taking. I guess that was my style until…”

“Until what?” She wished she could see the expression on his face.

“Never mind.” He sighed. “I’m just sorry we ran into her. Sorry she behaved the way she did.”

She rubbed her hands on her jeans. “So tell me, Wyatt. Do you think the little performance on the dance floor had any effect on her at all?”

“I hope so.” He tapped his thumb on the steering wheel. “But with her, who knows.”

“Well.” She rubbed her jeans again. “I have two comments to make on that. I don’t think it fazed her at all. And it wasn’t necessary. I wouldn’t want you to be embarrassed by giving people the wrong impression about, you know.”

He stopped tapping. “About
I know
? Exactly what does that mean, Emily?”

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She wet her lips, suddenly sure that whatever she said would be the wrong thing.

Why in hell had she ever gotten involved with this man anyway? She was better off when she was just the pretend cook trying to hang on long enough to get out of here.

“People might get the wrong idea about us. That could be difficult for you.”

Swerving suddenly to the right, he pulled off onto the shoulder of the road and jammed the gearshift into Park. Releasing her seat belt with one hand, he hauled her over the console and into his lap. She had just opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing when he pressed his lips to hers and his tongue slipped into her mouth.

There was no questioning his intent. He fucked her mouth with his tongue as his hand came up to cup one breast, thumb rasping over the nipple.

His other hand cupped her head, fingers threaded in her hair, pulling her head back to give him better access to her. As his mouth moved down the column of her neck to the place where the pulse beat rapidly, his hand kneaded her breast and his fingers pinched the nipple.

Emily moaned, her fingers clutching his arm to steady herself.

Then, just as suddenly, he lifted her and set her back into her seat, carefully rebuckling the belt.

“Don’t presume to tell me what I worry about. I don’t know if what we’ve got is just incredible sex or not, but I damn sure intend to find out. I’m not concerned about what this town thinks. I grew up here and they’ve seen all my warts. I’m sorry if I have given you that impression. My concern is how the men who work for me treat you.

Period. Now.” He put the truck in Drive and pulled back onto the road. “We’re going home to see how you like what else I have in mind.”

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Emily stared straight ahead, eyes fastened on Wyatt’s cock which was barely two inches away from her. He was magnificently naked, standing legs spread apart, eyes blazing as he looked down at her. She was kneeling on the carpet, hands fastened behind her with the handcuffs, desire ramped up at the feeling of submission, of his dominance. Her only rational thought was, “What would vanilla Nick think about me now?”

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

Obediently she did so. He moved closer and rested the head of his cock on her bottom lip. She licked the head, tasting the salty flavor of him in the tiny bead of liquid at the slit. Swirling her tongue over the velvet softness, she pressed the tip into the slit, pleased at the hiss of his indrawn breath.

“Tilt your head back, Emily.”

When she did he rocked his hips, his cock riding over her tongue and into the back of her mouth.

“Breathe,” he told her. “And keep your head tilted back. I don’t want to hurt you.”

His hands moved to cup her head on either side and he thrust himself in and out of her mouth. She closed her lips around him, teeth barely scraping the soft flesh over steel. Wyatt shuddered every time her teeth raked the pulsing shaft, fingers tightening on her scalp. Then he began to ride her mouth in earnest.

“Look at me, Emily.”

She raised her eyes, met his burning with the fire of carnal heat.

“God, you look so beautiful like that, on your knees, my cock in your mouth, hands behind your back.”

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His hands worked her head back and forth on his shaft. “That’s it. Suck it, sugar.

Just like that. Jesus.” He closed his eyes, then opened them. “This is what I want, Emily.

You. Here with me.”

Wyatt gritted his teeth. He was afraid to say too much. Give away too much. His feelings for this woman were still so complicated he had trouble sorting them out. He only knew that the first time he fucked her the explosion had rocketed through every part of his body. Singed his mind. Last night, when he’d begun to introduce her to the kind of sex he liked, she hadn’t turned away from anything. Actually embraced it all.

And the pleasure he got from it was beyond anything he’d ever experienced before.

Running into Diana tonight had been a sour note. He’d been afraid it would send Emily running to her room and locking the door, unwilling to compete with the bawdiness of a woman like that. But he didn’t want bawdiness. He wanted Emily, strong yet submissive, knowledgeable yet inexperienced. And with a quality he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

One that scared the shit out of him.

Now as his cock moved in and out of her warm, wet mouth, her soft lips closed around it, he thought for sure he’d died and gone to paradise. He moved her head to show her the tempo he wanted and felt his balls draw up and a tingling race up his spine. For two nights he’d wanted to come in her mouth, holding himself back to climax inside her. But tonight he knew he could climax more than one time. God, with her he might go all night.

And so he gave himself over to the pleasure, letting the desire build, race through his bloodstream.

He glanced down at Emily, the sight of her on her knees before him, hands bound behind her back, lips wrapped around his shaft, drove his desire even higher. He rocked his body, still using his hands to guide her, letting his pleasure build and build.

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When he felt his climax hit he gripped her head hard, holding it in place, his entire body taut, muscles of his neck corded as he spurted into her mouth again and again.

The splash of liquid hit her tongue and the roof of her mouth and slid down the back of her throat.

Lost in the fog of carnal satisfaction, only when the last drop of cum had been wrung from him did it occur to him that Emily—obviously untutored Emily—had swallowed every drop perfectly. She was staring up at him, eyes wide, face flushed, lips still wrapped around his now semi-hard cock.

He pulled out of her mouth, reached down and lifted her to her feet. Placing his lips on hers, he plunged his tongue into her mouth and tasted himself inside that hot, wet cavern. The sensation was so erotic he felt himself hardening again.

“Well done,” he said in a soft voice, his lips still against hers. “Very well done.”

She was lying on the bed on her stomach, inordinately pleased with herself that she’d given Wyatt such satisfaction. She’d learned quickly, without her hands to help her, that if she tilted her head way back she could suppress the automatic gag reflex and swallow every drop of his semen.

He’d knelt down to release her bonds, showered her face with kisses, then lifted her to the bed and arranged her to his satisfaction. Now she laid sprawled half on her knees with pillows beneath her stomach, her hands bound in front of her, a silk blindfold tight across her eyes.

The bed dipped with Wyatt’s weight and he knelt between her spread thighs and she jerked when his lips trailed kisses across first one cheek of her ass, then the other.

Oh! Was that a tongue tracing a line across the plump flesh?

She sensed him move back slightly and without warning his hand descended in a sharp slap on one cheek. Her cunt reacted immediately, remembering the sensations from the other spanking. Heat rushed through her and liquid trickled out to coat the lips of her pussy.

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In an instant another slap landed and she moaned.

“Like that, do you?” Wyatt’s voice was husky and thick with carnal need.

“Yesss.” The word came out on a long breath as another slap landed.

The cheeks of her ass tingled as the spanking continued. The inner walls of her pussy fluttered, her breasts throbbed and heat engulfed her from her waist to her knees.

When the next slap landed on the lips of her cunt the impact sent jolts of electricity sparking through her.

His touch was never too hard, just enough so she rode the thin edge of pleasure-pain. And wanted more. When he stopped she wiggled her ass at him, a silent invitation for more.

He placed a soft kiss on each cheek. “The idea is to know when to stop, sugar. So you’ll be begging for me to do anything that will help you get to that orgasm.” He leaned over her, his cock brushing against the lower curve of her ass. “Are you there yet, Em?”

“Yes, yes, yes. Do something. Please.” She couldn’t believe how totally aroused she was, her cunt begging for something to fill it, her nipples aching for his mouth and teeth.

He shifted his weight again and feathered his palms over the flaming skin of her buttocks. “I’ve got something special for you tonight. Ready to try it?”

The pulse in her womb stuttered in its beat. “Yes. Anything.”

“All right, then.”

She sensed movement, heard the opening and closing of a drawer, then his hands were in her ass, fingers trailing down the crevice. In the next moment something cool touched the puckered skin of her anus.

“Gel,” Wyatt murmured. “Relax. It’s special. It will make you feel very, very good.”

Emily realized in seconds what Wyatt’s idea of “good” was. One of his long fingers pushed through her hole into the tight channel of her ass, carrying the gel and 70

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spreading it into the tight, hot tissues. At first it was cool and very soothing. Then a low hum of heat spread through the dark tunnel, igniting the dozens of tiny nerves there and pushing the insistent thrum of her pulse. Her pussy tingled and her clit developed an insistent ache of its own.

“W-What is that?”

“Something to help you take the butt plug I got for you.”

She jerked her head back. “Butt plug?”

“Uh-huh.” His hands separated the cheeks of her ass, then something soft and hard at the same time pressed against her opening. “Breathe, sugar. Take deep breaths.”

Being blindfolded made every one of her other senses far more acute and receptive to stimulation. As the plug intruded slowly into her tight channel the flutter in her cunt became a rhythmic clenching, her blood felt icy-hot and her breath caught in her throat, lodged there as a giant fist of sexual hunger grabbed her.

Ohmigod!
’

The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. An orgasm shimmered just beyond her reach and she mentally clawed for it.

The plug was all the way in now. Wyatt leaned over her and trailed soft kisses the length of her spine. Emily shivered and thrust her hips back up at him.

“I knew you’d like that, sugar.”

His deep voice wove a cocoon around her, but she didn’t want to be contained. She wanted to be…
fucked!
Oh, god, she wanted him inside her. Right along with that plug lodged in her ass. She was so highly aroused she was sure she could come if Wyatt just touched her. Every bit of her body was on high alert, begging for that stimulation that would push her over the edge.

Wyatt’s hands were warm on her body, caressing her everywhere before sliding the pillows from beneath her and gently turning her over. He lifted her hands over her head and rested them on the covers there.

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“Don’t move them,” he ordered. “Keep them right there.”

“But I want to touch you,” she whispered.

“I’ll do all the touching for both of us.” His lips brushed hers, his tongue tracing the line of the seam.

She shivered as the image of him naked imprinted itself on her mind.

He touched her only with his lips, moving them over her body teasing and tormenting her. He sucked each nipple in turn, biting each one gently then laving them with his tongue. He moved slowly down between the valley of her breasts to her navel, tracing the indentation with the tip of his tongue.

By the time he got to her still-naked cunt she was quivering with desire and hunger, gritting her teeth against the need to defy him and reach her bound hands out in an effort to feel him beneath her fingers. He nipped at the skin at the top of her mound, licking after each little bite, dragging the tip of his tongue over the tip of her clit and tugging it free from the folds of flesh that guarded it.

Emily was acutely aware of the butt plug filling every bit of her rectum, the sense of it enhancing the need clawing inside her.

Wyatt closed his hands around her ankles, lifted her legs and bent them at the knees, pushing them back toward her breasts. She could visualize herself now wide open to his erotic assault. When his tongue traced a path the length of her slit before dipping into the well of her vagina, only the pressure of his hands held her in place.