Her words went through him like fire—scorching hot. He got to his feet. “Don’t move.”

He went to the windows and, one by one, he dropped the blinds.

“Jamie, what—?”

“Shh,” he told her as he turned back to her. “I don’t want you to say a word now, Summer Grace. Not unless I ask you a question or you need to use your safeword.” He crossed the room and came to stand before her. Putting his hands on her waist, he lifted her off the desk. “On your feet now, sugar. I’m going to undress you.”

“Yes, undress me,” she murmured almost as if to herself while her eyes lost focus.

“Not a word, now.”

Her entire posture changed and he recognized the loose set of her shoulders, her mouth, as surrender. He could feel her going deeper by the moment as he reached behind her and unzipped her dress, then untied the halter at the back of her neck. Her breathing slowed, her body stilling. He stepped closer as he slipped the cotton from her shoulders.

“Ah, Christ, if I’d known you were naked underneath this sweet little dress . . .”

His cock pulsed hard. He willed it down. The effort was only partially successful. Taking a step back to look at her as the dress fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but the pinup girl shoes, he had to draw in a long breath. Her nipples were already hard, pink and succulent. He exhaled as he took her breasts in his palms, and they fit perfectly, the nipples going even harder as she let out a sigh and arched into him.

“Hold still, sweetheart,” he told her. It was no less an order for the pet name. It never was, with him. He preferred to seduce a woman into yielding to his command. Most of the time.

She took in a breath, nodded, bit her lip. He leaned in and nipped at her lower lip because it was too luscious for him to resist. When she started to pull away, he bit harder and she groaned into his mouth. He stood back and focused on her breasts once more, not allowing himself to look at the tempting vee between her thighs yet.

Too much.

He could challenge his control, but he knew his limits. And with Summer Grace those limits were shifting and changing by the moment as lust battled fiercely with his sense of responsibility.

Gathering her flawless, firm breasts in his hands, he ran his thumbs over the nipples, then pinched them.

“Oh!”

“Quiet, Summer Grace,” he ordered, then did it again, making her gasp.

He pinched the undersides of her breasts, then filled his hands and pressed into the pressure points on the sides, watching her breathe through the pain. She instinctively knew how to take it, how to convert the pain to pleasure. He took in a breath, took in her scent of violets and rain and the scent of her desire, like its own perfume on her skin. Too beautiful. When he pinched her nipples again, much harder this time, she gasped, yelped, sucked air in between her clenched teeth as he held the pinch. He went harder and harder, watching her face. A blush rose on her cheeks, on her breasts, and she squirmed a little.

“Does that feel good, sugar? Answer me.”

“Yes. Good and . . . it fucking hurts. But yes, so good.”

“Is it making you wet?”

She moaned. “God, yes.”

He spun her around in his arms, grabbing her around the waist with one arm and yanking her in tight, using one of his thighs to force hers apart. “Let’s find out.”

With his free hand he grasped the back of her hair and pulled, bending her over, then he slid his palm down and over the soft flesh of her perfect ass. “Brace yourself on the desk and spread your legs,” he ordered before slipping his hand between her thighs—and found as he smoothed his fingers over her pussy lips that she was soaked.

His cock pulsed, lust singing in his veins. Right now he had a handle on his desire. But fuck, he didn’t know how long he could hold out.

Give her what she needs.

“Spread wider,” he demanded, a bit harsher than he’d meant to.

She did as he asked with only a moment’s hesitation, enough for him to know there was still some struggle going on in her. That was all right. He didn’t mind if she went down with a little fight. It was Summer Grace, after all. He’d have expected nothing less. He leaned in closer, laid his head on hers, listening to her breathe while he rubbed his face against her soft, soft hair. He stayed there for some time, waiting for her to align her breath with his, and after several moments she did. He cinched his arm tightly around her waist, listened as she had to adjust her breathing to the constriction. Waited a few beats, then flexed his arm, pulling her tighter. She adjusted her breathing once more.

“Very good,” he murmured. “Do you know what good girls get, sugar?” he asked. “This.”

He thrust two fingers inside her, and her entire body bowed in his tight grip.

“Ah!”

“Shh, stay very quiet, sweetheart. Hold still for me while I fuck you with my hand. I’m going to fuck you hard. It’s going to hurt. And it’s going to feel so good.”

He began a sharp, deep thrust, his fingers plunging in and out of her. She squirmed in his arms, which he knew she would, her body mindlessly grinding onto his hand, then pulling away as he went deeper.

“Come on, baby. You can take it.”

“Jamie!”

“Shh.”

He shifted his arm and used the heel of his hand to press onto her mound, finding the hard nub of her clit. Her breath hitched, and he felt her insides clench around his probing fingers.

“Ah, ah. Did I say you could come?”

“No,” she answered on a small sob.

“Then take your pleasure from me. Take it and hold it until I ask it of you.”

“I can’t,” she panted. “I can’t.”

“You can. And you will.”

Another small sobbing breath, but when he felt her muscles tense all over, then let go the tiniest bit, he knew she was making an effort to control herself.

“Good girl.”

He began again, fucking her fast and hard, his fingers piercing her over and over while she grew wetter and wetter. He tried to concentrate on doing this for her, to her, ignoring his own body’s response. Soon she was gasping, groaning. He paused long enough to pinch the swollen lips of her sex.

“Ah!”

Then he started again, thrusting in deep strokes. When she went up on her toes he knew she couldn’t hold out any longer. Hell, neither could he.

“Come for me now. Give it to me like a gift, sugar girl.”

Her insides clenched, fluttered, then she bore down hard as she came into his hand.

“Jamie! Oh my God.”

She writhed in his arms as he pumped into her, and her orgasm went on and on. His cock was aching, needing her. But the driving desire to do what she needed was even stronger. And her body would require pleasure before she would be prepared to take much pain.

She wasn’t quite done coming when he slipped his fingers from her and spanked her ass hard, one sharp smack.

“Oh!”

He didn’t give her time to figure out what was happening. Instead he began an even pace, his hand coming down on her beautifully pinking flesh. Not too hard at first—he was gauging what she could handle. But she pressed back into his hand with every strike, making him smile. Oh, she was built for this. How had he never guessed?

How had he kept his hands off her for so many years? The idea was mind-boggling, especially now that she was naked and pliant in his arms and more gorgeous than he’d ever imagined in his wildest dreams—and they’d been pretty damn wild. His cock, his entire body, was hot and throbbing with a desire that could be quenched only through sex. And through kink. He had to have her, his fantasy girl. But first he had to hurt her.

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