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A soft mewling sound escaped from her throat. He couldn’t
wait any longer.

Jared slammed into her from behind, his cock filling her to
the hilt.

For a moment, her world froze, the haze of desire lifted and
everything swam sharply into focus. His breath tickling the nap of her neck,
his strong, calloused fingers entwined with hers, their bodies joined.

“Move.” It was more of an order than a plea, and she was
surprised at how steady her voice sounded.

He pulled out of her slowly, slowly, until only the tip of
his cock remained inside. The featherlight stroke drove her crazy. It did
nothing to ease the ache. Her pussy clenched, needing something more.

Tessa clenched her teeth and growled. “Not like this.”

He knew what she wanted. Tessa knew he needed the same
thing, she could feel it in the fine sheen of sweat that covered his body, in
the way his cock thrummed inside her. He was forcing her to ask.

“How?”

She licked her dry lips and turned away. She didn’t want him
to see her blush. None of her other lovers had asked her to be so forthright
with what she needed. Perhaps it was why sex hadn’t been enjoyable. Until now.

“Rough. I want you to be rough.”

His teeth bit down on the soft skin of her shoulder. He
pushed back into her roughly, with enough force to slam her body against the
door.

They found a rhythm. Hard, fast, desperate. Each giving and
taking. She matched his intensity, rocking her hips against his, riding his
cock. Sweat dripped from his body onto hers. She didn’t care. All that mattered
was the feel of his body.

Jared drove inside her, stroking a delicate spot with the
head of his cock, and she moaned. Still, it wasn’t enough friction.

She swallowed hard. “Almost. Almost.”

Tessa guided his hand between her thighs. As his nimble
fingers worried her clit, her body tightened. Her pussy throbbed. The friction
from his cock and his fingers was too intense. Dropping her head to her chest,
she choked out his name. Her orgasm washed over her, and Tessa’s world went
blank. Lights burst behind her eyes. She clenched around his shaft, drawing
him. Moisture flooded her core, coating him in her juices.

She continued to shudder around him, and Jared pumped into
her a few more seconds, murmuring words of affection before he followed her
over the edge. Hot jets of cum splashed against her womb. Her heart pounded.
Her walls clamped around his cock, holding him inside. Her body refused to let
him go. Tiny aftershocks of pleasure still zinged in her pussy, wrenching small
mewling sounds from her throat.

Jared slumped against her. Her pussy tightened around his
cock, clenched and released, clenched and released. He managed to smile. Tessa
was well and truly fucked. If he had the energy he might have teased her. But
this wasn’t a time for teasing. His labored breathing matched hers, his heart
beat wildly, pumping blood to his muscles. His body was alive in a way he’d
never experienced before.

He kissed her neck. “Maybe we should take this upstairs?”

Chapter Seven

“I want you to come to a special party with me.”

Wrapped in Jared’s arms, Tessa nuzzled his bare chest. She
lay cocooned in the afterglow of great sex. Her bed was warm and comfy, more so
with Jared in it. Over the past week he’d shown her tons of sexually enticing
delights. Just the thought of them made her body burn.

She’d gone further than she thought possible. Jared pushed
her body and chipped away at her boundaries. After she’d opened up, they’d
grown closer. The more emotionally attached she’d become, the easier it was to
submit. Jared was nothing like her preconceived notions of a Dominant. He
allowed her freedom and still exerted control. She’d stopped overanalyzing and
started enjoying their sexual encounters.

“What kind of party?” She placed a tender kiss on his chest
before propping up on one elbow to stare at his handsome face. It still floored
her how devastating he looked when he smiled. Her heart never failed to miss a
beat, and her nipples tightened to the point of pain.

Tessa was falling in love. She didn’t want to think about
what would happen in one week when their agreement ended.

Their emotional connection had deepened as they discovered
more about each other. She found herself thinking of him often outside the
bedroom. At the store, she’d pick up an item of food he liked without thinking
about it. She’d search Amazon and find a review of a book he might enjoy. It
was more than sex.

Although Jared hadn’t voiced his feelings, the arrangement
was affecting him too. He spent every night in her bed, every morning at her
breakfast table.

She combed her fingers through the fine thatch of hair on
his chest. She didn’t want to think about what would happen in two weeks, a
month, six months. She didn’t know. For once she was living in the moment.
Consequences be damned.

“It’s a private party. Just a few people I know.” Jared ran
his hand up and down her arm. “It’s a BDSM thing. Like I said, a private one,
so it’s discreet.” He tilted her chin upward. “I want you to go as my slave.”

If it was that simple, she wondered why he looked so
serious. Being a slave had never appealed. It was one thing she’d tried to
avoid, one reason she’d stayed away from the BDSM clubs. Yet his request sent
shivers of excitement through her.
His slave
had a nice ring to it.

“Why do I feel like there is a huge catch?”

“It’s not as simple as it sounds. First real public outing.
There are gonna be certain expectations of me, of us. I just don’t want you to
feel pressured into something you’re not ready for.” He captured her hand and
placed a tender kiss on her palm.

Her body reacted to his touch. Jolts of electricity surged
from the nerve endings in her fingertips down to her toes. Her body heated. Her
heart did a strange flip-flopping beat. She was falling for Jared Campbell
big-time. Sure, Dominants and submissives could have loving relationships but
this was…more.

“It’s okay, Jared. I know I’m supposed to act like a good
little submissive.” She rolled on top of him, straddling his waist. “And I
promise I will.” She made a cross sign over her heart. “Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a scout. Not even a Girl Scout.”

Tessa batted her eyelashes. “And how would you know?”

“Because I know you, Dr. Connolly.” He captured her lips in
a passionate kiss.

A few weeks ago, Jared asking her to be his slave would have
resulted in a huge argument, one involving broken dishes and raised voices. Now
things had changed. She no longer experienced feelings of fear and
insubordination. Tessa knew she was his equal in every way that mattered. She
knew he valued her as an intelligent, independent woman.

He had taught her sexual submission could be completely
different from a 24/7 relationship. If he wanted her to be his slave at a
party, if he wanted to be with her in public, she could do nothing but agree.
She found the whole idea exciting.

“You know, I actually kind of like the idea of being a
slave. You telling me what to say, what to do, what to eat. Like that scene
from
Secretary
. You know—four peas, one scoop of mashed potatoes, as
much ice cream as I can stomach.” A shiver of desire ran down her spine and
made her pussy pulse. “Forcing me to worship your cock in front of an
audience.”

He grabbed her hips, jerking her forward, and she yelped.
She fell on top of him and he flipped them over, changing their position so he
was in the dominant spot. On top.

“You are such a dirty girl. But that’s not what you need. I
know exactly what you need, when you need it.”

Naked hips brushed against hers. She could feel his cock
harden. Her pussy heated and moisture slithered between her thighs.

“I know when you want to be restrained. I know when you need
to come. I know when you need for me to fuck your pretty, tight, wet pussy.”
Jared punctuated each statement with an erotic slide of his hips.

Skin still slick from previous mind-blowing sex sessions,
they slid together easily. The head of his cock brushed against her clit,
adding a delicious amount of friction. He pinned her wrists to the bed and
thrust deep inside her throbbing sheath. His cock was hard and hot inside her
pussy. He stretched her inner walls. The feeling of fullness was mouthwatering.

Tessa groaned, raising her hips to meet his. He added just
the right amount of pressure on her wrists. Teetering on the edge of the
pleasure-pain threshold only excited her more. Jared was right—he knew her
needs more thoroughly than she knew herself. Surprisingly, it worked both ways.
She knew how to touch him, how to arouse him to the point of pain, but she also
knew how to make him laugh, how to soothe him. Surely that constituted
something more than a business arrangement?

He thrust into her with long, drawn-out strokes. Her body
burned. Her nipples were tight little pebbles. His chest rubbed against them,
abrading the delicate skin, causing frissons of pain to course through her. She
gasped. His leisurely pace shattered her concentration. It was amazing how he
could do that.

She met him stroke for stroke, wrapped her legs around his
waist and clung to him. He pounded her into the bed. Her head banged against
the headboard but she didn’t care. All that mattered was his cock inside her,
filling her, fucking her.

“Jared…more.” She clung onto his shoulders, dug her
fingernails into his skin.

He groaned, gripped her hair and shoved hard.

She screamed. Lightning burst behind her eyes as his cock
rubbed her G-spot.

“I’m going to come!” Her cunt clenched, tightened around his
shaft, locking him inside her.

He roared into her ear. His seed pumping into her womb. His
body collapsed on top of hers but she didn’t mind his weight. She enjoyed it.
The sensations of their combined orgasms made him twitch, sparking tiny
shockwaves in her pussy.

She ran her fingertips up and down his muscular back,
tracing the contours. She reveled in her own power when he shivered. She really
loved his body.

He nuzzled her collarbone. “So you still want to go to that
party?” His words were muffled, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

Tessa laughed. “How can I say no after that?”

* * * * *

“Well, it’s certainly…” Tessa raked her gaze over the flimsy
material of the outfit Jared had purchased for her. “Interesting.”

When he said he’d pick her clothes for the party, she’d
expected leather. Never in her wildest dreams could she have conjured up this
outfit. He called it a “submissive slave princess” costume, specially tailored
for parties like this one.

The outfit comprised a bustier gown with a brown skirt. The
bustier was gold-toned with a halter neck, lace-up sides and underwire cups
that pushed her breasts up to Everest proportions, leaving her nipples on
display. The skirt had numerous slits, and the material was so opaque you could
see her underwear. If he’d given her underwear.

Jared held up the dress and swept a glance over her body
before offering her the material. “We have an hour or so before we need to
leave. Go put it on.”

Tessa knew it wasn’t a request. It was another step on the
ladder of submission. Insubordination would only result in punishment. She
wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing defiance. She lifted her chin.
Slowly, she reached out and took the dress. He smiled, and she resisted the
urge to bob her tongue in his direction.

“Do I get to wear underwear with this, Master?” She couldn’t
stop the biting tone from creeping into her voice.

Jared raised an eyebrow. “Do you need punishing, slave? We
have time for a spanking.”

Her mouth watered at the image. She’d always had a wild
fantasy of him dressed in leather, spanking a paddle across her soft ass
cheeks. In fact, she had some sort of leather fetish, especially where Jared
was concerned.

She sighed. “Not right now. I have to work out how to get my
breasts into those cups.”

He gave her a self-satisfied grin. “I’m your Dom, it’s my
job to take care of all those li’l things for ya.”

Tessa rolled her eyes. “Gee, thanks.” She headed for the
stairs. “Oh, one more thing. What are you wearing?”

He rummaged around in the various shopping bags scattered
over the couch. Pulling out a pair of pants, he held them up for inspection.

Tessa gripped the banister for support. She was sure drool
dribbled from her open mouth. The pants were leather, complete with lace-up
sides and crotch.

Yowser.

“Does it meet with your approval?”

It took a few minutes to get her mind out of the gutter and
her mouth to function enough to speak. “You are soooo wearing those when we get
home.”

Turning on her heel, she ran up the stairs, Jared’s laughter
following her every step.

The party was set in an average, upscale town house.
Whatever she’d expected, it wasn’t this. Jared was changing her expectations of
the whole BDSM scene. In fact, Jared was changing her expectations on a lot of
things.

She’d started out willing to explore her submissive streak.
What she found was a man she cared deeply about and a situation she had no idea
how to resolve. Should she tell Jared she cared for him? The indecision was
eating her alive.

“Ready?” Jared gave her arm a gentle squeeze.

Tessa stared up at the town house, marveling at its ordinary
façade. She shivered. He’d allowed her the small courtesy of wearing a slim,
black thong. Underneath the thin shawl, her nipples were bare, hard points. She
didn’t want to think about the amount of people in attendance. She only hoped
she wasn’t the only “submissive” on display.

She nodded and managed to give Jared a small smile,
swallowing the knot of apprehension lodged in her throat.