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Elsie’s eyes shifted from hazel brown to green as she tilted her head to the side. He wondered if she made that movement consciously. “I’d rather be consistently in the field than having large breaks in between consults.”

“Reasonable.” He leaned forward and braced his forearms on his thighs. “Would you be interested in an inside consulting position? I’m looking for a software designer for an in-house project.” Hell, he’d make up a job to keep this woman nearby. He’d made it a rule to never be involved with any of his employees, but if she worked as a consultant, she wouldn’t technically be an employee…

“Yes,” she said without hesitation and his cock stirred. Having her close…that would be dangerous and challenging all at the same time.

“What are your qualifications?” he asked.

“Let me give you my résumé.” Elsie leaned down to pick up the black briefcase she’d brought with her.

As she started to sit back up, he watched her fumble with the catch as if her hands were shaking. The clasp made a clicking sound as it opened.

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In the next moment she gave a little cry as the briefcase slipped out of her grasp, and the contents tumbled out and rolled across his carpeted floor.

“Let me help.” John got out of his seat and knelt beside Elsie as she frantically scooped up items and put them into one of the briefcase’s pockets.

“Really, I’m fine.” A strangled sound came from her throat when she looked up to see him holding a suede flogger that had fallen out of her briefcase.

It was at that moment he remembered exactly where he had seen her before.

“Uhhh…” Elsie’s face flamed while she tried to form a coherent sentence as her brain took a holiday from sheer embarrassment.

She was still on her knees as he crouched beside her, just inches away. He didn’t give her the black and red leather flogger. Instead, he gripped the handle with one hand and ran the fingers of his other hand through the strips of suede.

He was so close she felt his body heat, and her heartbeat ratcheted up a notch from the way he was holding the flogger—as if he knew his way around one. What if he…

Elsie cleared her throat as he stroked the flogger then met her gaze. “Fetish Ball, Las Vegas, two months ago,” he said in a dark, dangerous, sensual voice.

The briefcase slipped from her fingers again, but she barely noticed the contents rolling away.

Oh. My. God.

Not a single word would come out of her mouth, not that her heart would let any words pass.

He suddenly seemed closer than he had before and the spicy scent of his aftershave caused the furious churning in her belly to increase.

John took the flogger and traced it down the side of her face and she closed her eyes. He moved the soft leather straps lower, along the curve of her neck to the opening of her blouse as he spoke.

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“You were wearing a black leather corset that barely kept in your breasts, and a black leather thong that showed off your ass perfectly.” As he continued she shook from the sensuality in his words and the way he stroked her with the flogger. Her eyes still closed, she pictured everything he was saying as it had been that night. “You had on the sexiest high heels that showed off your long, gorgeous legs as you were spread out, strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross. God, you looked beautiful as you were being flogged. Your ass so pink and perfect for fucking.”

Elsie gasped and he paused and rested the flogger at the curve of her neck. “You were wearing another Dom’s collar.”

She licked her lips and opened her eyes but she couldn’t meet his gaze. He knew.

God, he knew.

“Do you still have a Dom, Elsie?” he asked in that deep, penetrating voice that made her thong even more soaked.

She shook her head. The relationship between her and Terry had ended not a month after that fetish ball.

“Good.” John caught her off guard with his statement and she raised her gaze to meet his. He stroked the flogger from the curve of her neck to the opening of her blouse, but this time moving it beyond. “Are you looking for a new relationship, a new Dom, Elsie?”

She opened her mouth then shut it. She remembered him now. He’d been standing off to the side, watching her being flogged by Terry, her Dom. John had been wearing the same sexy but dark smile that tipped the corner of his mouth now, and he’d been dressed in tight black jeans and a sleeveless black suede shirt. She could still remember his finely carved biceps that were now hidden by his suit jacket.

“Are you, Elsie?” He repeated her name each time he spoke to her, as a Dom would. “Answer me.”

His voice was so compelling, so masterful, that she couldn’t have stopped herself if she tried. “Yes,” she whispered.

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John traced the flogger around one of her nipples, causing her whole body to heat more than it already was. She gasped and nearly lost her balance from where she was kneeling, but caught herself by grasping one of his arms. His biceps flexed beneath her fingertips as he skimmed his hand up her shoulder and her neck to cup the back of her head.

“I’m going to kiss you, Elsie.” His mouth was so close to hers now that the warmth of his breath feathered across her lips. “Unless you tell me no.”

Her heart dropped from her throat to pound like crazy against her breastbone.

“Tell me what you desire, Elsie.” He nuzzled the corner of her mouth. “I want to hear you say it.”

It took a great deal of effort but she finally got the words out in a whisper. “I-I want you to kiss me.”

A smile of pure male satisfaction curved his lips before he claimed her mouth with his own.

The moment his lips touched hers, she moaned. His tongue delved into her mouth, expertly touching and teasing and experimenting with her and their kiss. He held the back of her head firmly with one hand while the other grasped her ass so tight the flogger he still held dug into her flesh.

The moans rising up within her grew as he intensified the kiss, mastering her. She completely and totally gave herself up to him.

Before she knew what was happening, he had lowered her onto her back on the carpet while he was still kissing her. One of his knees slid between her thighs, spreading them and causing her skirt to hike up, almost to her pussy.

John groaned as he continued to tease her, tempt her, taste her with his kiss. As he straddled her, he began to explore her body with one of his hands, palming her breasts one at a time through her wet silk blouse, then pinching each of her nipples, almost as hard as she liked it. She arched up into him and gave a cry into his mouth when he pinched her nipples so hard they hurt. Yeah, that was it.

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Elsie’s moans became louder as he slid his hand down from her breast to her thigh.

He slid his fingers up and over her stocking to her garter belt, and he smiled against her lips.

John moved his hand higher up her thigh, and she caught her breath as he whispered against her lips, “Oh, sweetheart, what have we got here?”

Elsie stilled beneath John’s touch, but her rapid breathing and the darkness of her hazel eyes when he raised his head told him she wanted this.

Shit,
this was crazy. He was crossing into taboo territory by taking things so far with a woman he was interviewing. But it felt so right. So good. And she seemed to feel the same way.

She audibly caught her breath as he skimmed his fingers along the bare skin of her thigh beside her garter, pushing her skirt up higher. He moved slowly, giving her every opportunity to put a stop to what they were doing.

Instead, she slid her hands up around his neck and brought his head closer to hers so that their lips met. He kissed her softly then drew away. “That’s not how the game goes, is it, Elsie,” he stated. “You do what I tell you when I tell you.”

Her eyes widened but she didn’t argue.

Some of the things that had fallen out of her briefcase rolled under his desk as he adjusted himself so that he was more firmly on top of her.

“I want to see your hair down.” He moved his hand from her thigh and traced her lips with his fingertip.

“But the rain will have made it all curly—”

He shook his head. “Don’t make me tell you twice, Elsie. Do you want to be punished?”

She bit her lip and shook her head as she reached up and tilted her face to the side so that she had access to the clip. She slid it free, and a few of the curls started to escape.

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He smiled and knelt between her thighs so that he could use both hands to fluff out her hair and spread it behind her like a fire-red halo. It was long and curly, and adorable around her face.

John looked down at the place he had hiked her skirt up to her upper thigh—to where he could almost see her mound. He braced his hand to the side of her head and studied her. Her cheeks were pink, her parted lips swollen from his kiss, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark with desire.

He braced one hand to the side of her head and brought his other back beneath her skirt, where he pushed it up farther while keeping his gaze focused on hers. She gasped as his fingers crept higher.

“Put your hand on mine, Elsie.” His words came out deeper and gruffer than he’d intended. “Guide my fingers to where you want me to touch you.”

Her eyes widened and she hesitated. He gave her a firm look, meant to tell her to follow his instructions. If she was a good submissive and wanted him to be her Dom, she would need to obey him without pause.

She eased her hand down to cover his and he could feel her trembling fingers as she guided his from her garter to her mound.

Jesus Christ. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

The curls of her mound tickled his palm as she moved his hand down until his fingers rested on her folds.

His heart pounded a little faster and his cock ached beyond measure. How he wanted to unfasten his zipper and plunge into her pussy now—he could barely restrain himself.

He teased the outside lips of her folds with his fingers, not delving into her wetness yet. And he knew she’d be wet. “What do you want me to do now, Elsie?”

The way her cheeks turned pinker made her look even more desirable. “Touch me.

Rub my clit.”

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John gifted her with a smile of approval and slipped his fingers into her slick folds.

“You’re so damn wet, Elsie.” He stroked her clit and she gave a soft moan. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Again she stilled, her lips parted as another moan escaped her and she locked gazes with him.

“Do you?” he repeated. “Say it, Elsie.”

“I—” Her voice came out in a harsh whisper. “I-I want you to fuck me, John.”

He smiled, slid two fingers into her slick channel and began pumping them in and out so that his knuckles met her folds. She cried out and arched her back, raising her chest and drawing his attention to her large breasts beneath her wet blouse. He lowered his head and bit one hard nipple through her shirt and bra and she cried out from the pain of his bite.

“Did you like that, Elsie?” he murmured as he moved his mouth to her other nipple.

“
Yes
.” She gasped as he bit her other nipple. “A lot. I like everything you’re doing to me.”

He gave another satisfied smile and pounded his fingers in and out of her pussy at the same time he bit and sucked her nipples through her shirt and bra. She moaned and grasped his biceps, digging her fingers into his suit jacket.

“Oh God.” Her whole face was flushed as she writhed beneath him. “I’m so close to coming.”

“You know how it works, Elsie,” he said as he slipped his fingers from her core.

“No orgasm without my permission.”

She shuddered and whimpered as he brought his fingers from between them and slipped them into his mouth. He sucked her juices and drank in the scent of her musk while he watched her.

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“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart.” He braced both hands to either side of her chest. “Unbutton your blouse.”

Her throat worked as she swallowed, but her fingers moved from his biceps to the buttons of her blouse at once. She fumbled with the buttons but gradually her blouse fell to the side as she pulled the hem out of the waistband of her skirt. Her bra barely restrained her breasts that almost overflowed the cups. When her blouse was unbuttoned, he helped her rise up as much as she needed to so that he could slide the material off her shoulders and fling the blouse on one of the chairs.

God, he loved when a woman wore a front clasp bra. He unfastened it and she bit her lower lip as he eased it completely off her, setting her breasts free so that she was naked from the waist up.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he said just before he leaned down and licked one of her nipples. She gave a sound between surprise and pleasure, then moaned when his mouth covered her nipple and moaned again as he bit the taut bud.

He loved the taste of her skin, her juices. And right now he wanted to taste all of her, especially her pussy.

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Elsie’s mind was spinning. She couldn’t believe what was happening. She’d come to John Bennett’s office for a job interview, and now she was beneath him as he suckled her nipples and teased her clit again with his fingers. His mouth was hot against her chilled skin and the warmth was spreading throughout her.

She didn’t even know this man, but it felt as if her body did, and she couldn’t have stopped all of this from happening if she tried. She didn’t
want
to stop it.

He went from biting and sucking her nipples to sliding his mouth down the center of her belly, closing in on the waistband of her skirt. “Arch your hips,” he said as he licked a path along the material.

When she obeyed, he reached behind her and unfastened her skirt, eased the zipper down and slid her skirt down her hips. The sparks in her belly became more frantic as he stripped her of her skirt and tossed it aside. Now all she was wearing was her stockings, garters and her heels. Her pussy and the rest of her were completely bared for him. She was nervous, yes, but she liked the way he looked at her and she didn’t feel the need to cover herself. No, what she wanted was his mouth and hands on her and his cock inside her core.