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He unlocks the door and I hurry inside, pulling my dress up as I hop onto his desk. He drops his cut on a chair and reaches behind him to pull his T-shirt over his head. The only light in the room is coming from the strobe lights downstairs, and the different colors play on his body as he moves toward me. Fuck, he’s hot. My muscles tighten. He steps between my legs and grabs my ass, dragging me forward. I reach for him but he pulls me off the desk and to my feet, promptly turning me around. He grinds his erection on my ass and I moan, pressing back into him.
“Hands up,” he whispers in my ear.
I comply and he slowly removes my dress, allowing the material to caress my skin. Once it’s off, he tosses it aside and retrieves a rubber band from the organizer on his desk. My breathing becomes erratic as he puts my hair in a ponytail.What is he going to do?His fingers glide down my spine, and my back arches as the resulting shiver spreads through me. He kisses his way slowly down my body, nipping at my flesh as he goes. I throw my head back, quivering with need. My clit is pulsating, longing for attention. His fingers curl into my panties and he pulls them slowly down, leaving them around my ankles. As he straightens, he slides his fingers up my legs and thighs, over my hips, and up my sides.
“Gage…”
“Hands on the desk and spread your legs.”
I part them as far as my constraint will allow and brace my palms on the flat surface. He walks around the desk to stand before me, then leans forward and licks my right nipple. I close my eyes and moan as his tongue swirls, feeling it harden beneath his attention. He moves to the left, sucking on it while his fingers tweak the right. Then pain shoots through me. I gasp and look down to see a small binder clip on my right nipple.
“Ow!”
He quirks a concerned brow at me. “Too much?”
I give myself time to adjust and find it’s not so bad. It actually feels pretty good.
“No.”
He clamps the second one on, making me wince. Jesus. I want to squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache, but I can’t. Flicking one of the clips with his finger, he draws a helpless whimper out of me.
“Good girl.”
Pain? What pain?Those two words just made it all go away. He stands behind me once more and caresses my ass cheeks, his palms gently kneading my flesh. Oh, God. He’s going to spank me. My body swallows up the knowledge, my pussy juices dripping down my thigh.
“Look.” He grasps my chin and directs my gaze to the crowd below.
They’re all oblivious down there, caught up in a world of music, alcohol, and sex – or the potential of sex. He pushes against me, his warm breath caressing my ear. Goose bumps pepper my skin.
“All those fuckers down there…they want you. They want what’s mine.”
His voice is husky, shaking with barely controlled anger. He flattens his palm on my stomach, then at a snail’s pace, slides it down to cup my pussy. I gasp as he parts my lips with his finger. His other hand moves to my breast, fidgeting with the clip on my nipple. I roll my hips, grinding on his erection as he circles my clit. He presses his lips to my ear, his voice thick and gravelly.
“They can’t have you. I will kill every. Last. Fucking. One of them.”
I’m trembling like it’s below zero in the room. Shuddering breaths overwhelm me, rapid and rampant. What he does to me is unnatural. This can’t be normal, can it? No woman should react this way to a man. His hand leaves my breast and returns to my ass, soliciting a guttural moan.
“Gage…”
The first smack lands on my left cheek. I flinch but don’t cry out. While soothing that cheek, another blow lands on my right.
“You have no clue, Raven. No fucking idea what you do to me.”
His voice is sex itself. It penetrates me on a primal level where only a man and his woman exist. He’s right. I belong to him. He slaps me again and plunges a finger inside me.
“Dios!”
“Fuck,you’re so wet.” He places his lips at my ear once more and grabs my ponytail, yanking my head back. “Don’t youevertake my pussy away from me again.” Another finger joins the party, and I lose track of how many times he smacks me as he fucks me with his fingers. “You hear me?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I hear you!” I shout.
“And?”
Fuck. He wants to have a conversation right now? It’s damn near impossible to concentrate on anything. “I won’t leave again.”
