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  The mixture of lust and confusion swirling in her head only further conquered her. It made no sense. She was a strong, independent woman with more than a small problem with authority, and yet somehow that made his domination over her, and her weakness for it, all the more addictive.

  It wasn’t manipulation, it was pure and perfect seduction. If John had said or done a fraction of what Ford did, she would have laughed at him and told him to go screw himself. But somehow, Ford knew how to bring her to her knees, which was where she was now, looking up at him.

  And she was going to let him do whatever he wanted to her.

  He let go of his cock, his jewel-green eyes locked in understanding with hers. Right or wrong, kneeling between Ford’s legs and ready to service him, Evie felt free. That’s why she’d chosen this. He was completely in charge to do with her what he wanted. She didn’t need to think. She was safe—sheltered in this fantasy world behind high stone walls—and she could lose herself entirely in his domineering hands for all the moments he needed her.

  He pulled her hand to his erection, the skin of his phallus hot and silky under her touch. She fought the urge to wrap her fingers around his hardness and stroke him. Barely breathing, she waited, trembling, for him to tell her what to do.

  “It appears that we have a problem, love.” He looked down at her, his eyes dark and sparkling. “What you wore to work today, and that little show you just put on… Feel how hard you made me.” His voice grew huskier with every word.

  She licked her lips, hungering to take him in her mouth again and show how much she could please him. He pressed his hand over hers, forcing her palm to slide up and down on his solid length.

  “Look what you’ve done,” he whispered, his eyes boring into hers. There was no mistaking his excitement. He wrapped his fingers around hers, forcing her to squeeze his shaft. She shivered and bit back a sound of pleasure at his behavior, feeling embarrassed that it affected her so much.

  His eyes blazed in delight and Evie could nearly read his mind. He knew exactly how hot this was making her. “Evie, love. You’ve caused a problem. We obviously can’t get any work done now. How am I to concentrate with my dick this hard for you?” He let go of her hand, settling back in his chair. “Fix it. Now. Make me come.”

  His audacity was astonishing and perfect.

  Evie’s clit had been throbbing ever since she’d turned around to the sight of him staring at her and touching himself, and at this crude demand she couldn’t help but moan out loud. She was on the verge of orgasm and he hadn’t even touched her. It was mind-blowing, and she wanted more.

  She didn’t hesitate. Engulfing his erection in her mouth, she sucked, eager to make him come again. But he stopped her quickly, pulling her off of his cock and raising her chin to look in his eyes. “Do you remember your safe word, love?” he whispered.

  She nodded. “Jellybeans.”

  His succulent lips curved. “Very good girl, Evie.” Releasing her chin, his voice dropped low and serious. “Now get to work. Strong lips and tongue. I want to feel you suck and I want you make some noise. Do it right or I’ll make you do it again.” He sat back to let her continue the blowjob, adding, “And if I decide to fuck your mouth like I did the other night, you will accommodate me. Are you prepared for that?”

  Whimpering as a quake of lust racked her body at his crass demands, she managed, “Yes, Mr. Hawthorne.”

  And with her agreement, he wrapped his hand around the back of her hair and pulled her head back down onto his cock with a satisfied sigh, but not before she glimpsed a look of awe and affection in his eyes. That look told her he wasn’t just playing a part for her. Evie was meeting his needs as beautifully and perfectly as he was meeting hers.

  In fact, he looked enthralled at her acceptance of his dominance—her desire for it—and his eyes twinkled with what, from another man, might even have been a look of pure love. “I’m-never-going-to-let-you-go” love. “You’re-what-I’ve-been-searching-for-all-these-years” love. But she knew better. Ford had said it himself…he couldn’t love her. And she didn’t need it—not from a man like him. A man incapable of it.

  Confusing thoughts about love dampened her excitement, so she pushed them away and concentrated on the sex. She finally had Ford’s beefy cock in her mouth again and she was aiming to please. Without taking her mouth off him, she tilted her head to see his face. He watched her as if appraising her, studying her lips wrapped in a tight O around his swollen cock, her tongue stroking up and down against the underside of his erection, strong like he’d instructed. From Ford’s position on the stone-gray leather sofa and her kneeling between his legs, she knew he could see over her shoulders, past the twin mounds of her ass, to her heels splayed out behind her.

  Arching her back and pushing out her bottom, she hoped to entice him to touch her. She wanted him to fondle her breasts or lean over and caress her ass while she worked. Maybe spank her? Her stomach fluttered. She’d never wanted that before.

  But he didn’t touch her. He kept his hands tightly gripping his knees, which made her want him to touch her all the more. She pulled down on his balls and wrapped her other hand tightly around the base of his cock to assist the friction of her mouth.

  “God,” he moaned as if she were exceeding all his expectations. His lips parted and his eyes closed. Dropping his head onto the back of the couch, he murmured her name.

  She sucked deeper, hoping to taste his tangy cum. She loved giving blowjobs. Making a man putty in her hands felt powerful, and it was especially yummy to make a collected man like Ford lose control.

  Finally releasing his tight grip on his knees, he tangled his hands in her hair and sat forward, not controlling her moves but not freeing her either. His fingers against her scalp reinforced that he was in control. He pressed his knees to her sides, enveloping her in a submissive position in front of him, holding her there as she pleasured him like he’d ordered.

  With every moment, the tingling in her clit grew more and more demanding, distracting her. She’d fantasized about this since the other night at the library—Ford releasing his straining erection from his pants and commanding her to suck him until he exploded hot cum into her mouth. But she needed to come too and no one had ever made her come like Ford had. She couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d done to her on the library table. She needed that again.

  Ford groaned and knotted his fingers more firmly into her dark blond hair. He guided her head up and down now, easing her pace. “Slower, Evie. You are too good and I want to savor it.”

  She loved his voice—warm and sumptuous. She could bathe in it. His proper way of speaking made his speech distinctive and elegant. He was all cockiness and sex, sophistication and strength. She’d never met anyone like him and he fascinated her. She wanted to crack open his polished shell and crawl inside. She wanted to belong to him.

  He spoke slowly and deliberately, the breathiness of his voice barely under control. “I want to remember what you’re doing to me later and I want a long memory.”

  She imagined him stroking his cock in his bed, naked with the sheets tangled around him, thinking of her. Her excitement was bordering on pain in its intensity and she was nearly ready to explode from how badly she needed to orgasm. But it also felt good, almost euphoric, because she’d never felt it like that before. She squeezed her thighs together, longing to create just enough stimulation to fall over the edge to glorious oblivion.

  Ford’s voice was tight with the effort of holding off his orgasm. “When we’re working, I want to think about how your lips look when they’re wet with my cum,” he whispered.

  Moaning at his explicit words, she couldn’t wait any longer to find out if he intended to touch her. She reached between her legs, keeping her other hand caressing his balls as she sucked him, hoping he wouldn’t notice what she was doing. He hadn’t told her to touch herself and she wasn’t sure what the rules were in this game. But she had to.

  Pulling the strip of damp fa
bric aside, she kneaded her fingers against her yearning clit as relief flooded through her. She was going to come in seconds and she was desperate for that release. If she didn’t get this man’s cock inside her soon, she thought she might just explode into a fireball from the heat of her passion. She needed him like she’d never needed another man.

  She breathed deeply as her body responded with near joy at her extra helping hand. Ford’s cock smelled deliciously like his cologne, leather and vanilla. He must have sprayed it on his muscled belly, or maybe lower, because the smell wafted to her stronger as the heat between them rose.

  They were making a lot of noise in the cavernous room. Ford’s moans were growing louder and Evie realized there were steady pleading noises coming from her throat, punctuated by her slurping on his erection. She’d pull him all the way out of her mouth with a wet smack before engulfing him again, and when she did that, Ford pressed his hands more firmly to the back of her head, his breathing becoming erratic.

  She increased the speed of her hand on her pussy and pushed her fingers inside herself in between fluttering her fingertips against her clit.

  So close.

  Ford tightened his fists in her hair and made her increase the speed of her bobbing head. Rocking his hips up, he urged her to take him deeper into her throat.

  “Take more. Take my whole cock,” he grunted, his voice sounding hoarse as he pushed against the back of her throat, trying to force the deep blowjob she’d given him in the library. She knew this was what he’d been looking for. Relaxing in preparation and flattening her tongue, she was able after a few more strokes to swallow his cock down her throat.

  Ford groaned. “I can’t believe you can do that. I can’t stop thinking about it. God. So good.” He rocked himself to the hilt in and out of her mouth. In his excitement, he twisted his fists in her hair, pulling a bit too hard. But the stings of pain mingled with the pleasure she was building as she played with herself, and the heady mixture sent shivers through her.

  “Take it deep, Evie.” His hips lifted off the couch with his feverish thrusting.

  She knew he was moments from erupting in her mouth and that thought sent her over the edge. Her hand worked furiously between her legs until suddenly her body peaked in waves of orgasm. Release, glorious release.

  She moaned, her lips still wrapped around his cock as he fucked her mouth, her thighs locked tightly together against her hand. Her vaginal muscles flexed against her fingers. She delicately thumbed her pulsing clit until she’d coaxed from it every bit of pleasure her body could give up.

  The sounds she made vibrated on Ford’s erection in her throat, and he swiftly plunged twice more into her mouth before he stopped his movements altogether for the space of two heartbeats. She could feel his shaft swelling bigger in her mouth and then he found his own ecstasy. He orgasmed and pulled her face against the root of his cock so his cum pulsed down her throat. Moaning, he called out some yeses and oh gods, then, “Evie, Evie…”

  He let up, and she gasped, catching her breath while he continued to move in and out of her mouth as his pleasure died out. Untangling his fingers from her hair, he moved his hands to her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Evie.” His words were breathy as he came down from his high. “I held that a little too long. God it felt good. Are you okay?” She nodded and he raised her chin. “Are you sure?”

  “I’m fine.” She smiled, feeling wrecked from the intense encounter.

  “Good.” He wiped the tears that had leaked from her eyes before whispering, “Then open your mouth, love.” Unbelievably, he fed her his softening cock again and relaxed back onto the couch, his eyes closed. She licked his heated skin clean.

  When he grew completely soft, she sat back on her heels, her mind reeling. She felt used in the most delicious way, but she unsure what to do next. Her own need felt satisfied, and yet unsatisfied. She wanted Ford inside her, not just in her mouth, but Ford hadn’t even touched her.

  He seemed to shake himself back to reality. Opening his eyes, he stood up and pulled his clothes neatly back into place.

  “That was excellent.” He said it formally, as if she’d just skillfully briefed him on his latest business deal. “Now that that’s taken care of, we can get on with our meeting.”

  “But—” She was not ready to work. “What about me?”

  Offering his hand, he pulled her up in front of him. Being this close to his face, looking in his eyes, made her feel dizzy. “Love—” he whispered, “—I believe you took care of that yourself, if I’m not mistaken?” A knowing smile played across his lips.

  She sucked in her breath—had he seen her? She must have been so distracted by the wild encounter that she’d not been surreptitious enough. Looking down, she felt her face redden. She’d never masturbated in front of a man before.

  “Hey.” He lifted her chin, his voice gentle. “I have some hard rules in this house, and one of them is you don’t feel shame. Everything we do will be for pleasure, for enjoyment. If you are not enjoying yourself, that’s where we draw the line. But don’t ever feel shame for doing what feels good. This—” he gestured around the room, “—is a safe place. A haven. For the both of us.”

  She forgot about her embarrassment when she saw that look again in his eyes. The look that seemed to reflect what she felt for him. He looked at her like she was an oasis—a kindred soul in a world of strangers. Hers. His.

  Stop it, Evie!

  He cupped her chin in one large hand and slowly, gently, brushed his lips across her cheek, hesitating by her ear. “Thank you,” he whispered.

  Her breathing was shaky. She wasn’t sure she could survive this. She was so horny that if he fucked her for two days straight it still wouldn’t be enough.

  Pulling back, he looked into her eyes. “I thought I must have imagined how good you were—exaggerated it in my memory—but you were even better than I remember. Thank you.”

  She didn’t know how to answer. “You’re welcome”? “Any time”? “As soon as you’re rested could you fuck me into oblivion with your big penis”? That last one sounded good.

  But without waiting for a response, he spoke again, his tone back to being efficient, matter-of-fact. “I’d like to add that to your list of duties, Evie, whenever I might require it.”

  Her stomach dropped off a cliff. She stared blankly at him…excuse me?

  He continued, ignoring her speechlessness. “Yes, I think that makes sense. I find it convenient since you already work here in my home. You’re a beautiful, voluptuous young woman, and I quite enjoy the way you suck me off.” Ford smiled, his dimples somehow making anything he said seem completely reasonable.

  “You have a rare talent in the way you can swallow my whole cock. I’ve never met anyone who could do that. Being able to truly fuck your throat—to bury myself like that—it’s fantastic.” Enthusiasm danced in his eyes, and then he continued in the voice she knew all too well—he was negotiating a deal. “I want to do it again. And soon. And I don’t want there to be any questions about whether I can, nor when. I’m a busy man, Evangeline. I’ve hired you to assist in my needs, and this is one of them. I don’t have time for games or romance, nor do I have the interest. I just want to use your mouth whenever I desire. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

  She didn’t answer, but just stared at him, her blue eyes wide, and it occurred to her she must look scared. With surprise, she realized she was scared. She wanted to be dominated, but with Ford it was as if she’d gone from sand-lot baseball straight to the major leagues. Her heart pounded in her chest, partly with anxiety, partly with excitement. With effort, she relaxed her expression. She didn’t want him to think she couldn’t keep up with him. This was both their game, not just his.

  He moved his thumb to press it across her full bottom lip, which felt swollen slightly from the treatment he’d just subjected her mouth to, and let his eyes rest there for a moment before continuing.

  “My Evie,” he said softly, using those words
that sounded like ownership. “You also enjoyed our encounter.” It wasn’t a question. His tone was confident. “So we are in agreement on your new duty?”

  Her mind raced. This was what she wanted…right? To be Ford’s plaything? Isn’t that a large reason why she was there, whether she’d made the conscious decision or not? She wanted to explore this fantasy, and she wanted to explore it with Ford—handsome, experienced, dominant, sexy as hell. But making it part of her job? It seemed too formal, and besides, she got paid to do it.

  He looked at her, expecting an answer.

  “Mr. Hawthorne… I…,“ she stuttered. No one agrees to give blowjobs to their boss as part of their job…right? But wasn’t that exactly what made it so perfect? So naughty? The tingling started again between her legs and she knew she was right. Ford took her hands and smiled that dazzling, dimpled smile. And she forgot everything except how gorgeous this man was and how she wanted him to want her.

  Ford’s eyes turned gentle and he spoke more softly. “Evie, love, you are young. I know this arrangement might sound a bit…out of the ordinary. But I’m a busy man and I’m willing to make unorthodox arrangements to take care of my needs—with the right woman, of course. And you are that woman. I’m sure of that. You did enjoy yourself, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, but…“

  “And I do compensate you well, don’t I?”

  “Yes, of course you do, Mr. Hawthorne,” she whispered. She lowered her head, dragging her eyes away from his so she could think. The heat between her legs was now screaming at her to do it, DO IT!

  “Then agree,” he said firmly, wrapping his big hands around her wrists and squeezing them, causing her to look up at him again.