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The ding of the elevator sounded
suspiciously
like the tolling of the
bell in
the Edgar
Allen Poe stories she’
d read as a child.

The guard motioned for her to
precede
him
as the stainless steel doors slid silently open.
H
e motione
d to his right and that sense of impending doom flared when she realized
exactly whe
re they were headed
.

“Oh hell no.”

Her voice echoed loudly in the empty corridor.

When she refused to move, the guard took her by the arm to drag her forward. She dug
the toes of her sneakers
into the carpe
t. She was not moving.

“Miss, you have to come with me.” The guard’s voice squeaked. He couldn’t be more than twenty five
. Not old, but certain
ly younger than
her thirty some
years.

Knowing
what faced her if she continued down the hallway, Rebecca turned to the guard. Maybe
he was into older women. “You don’t really want me to go there, now do you
, umm, Stan?” She read the name on his
badge and batted her lashes
as she’d seen her friends
do time and time again in the bars on Friday night
s
.


Umm,
ur
, I’m –

The man started to strangle
on his own tongue.

She wasn’t a bad looking woman, a little above average in just about everything. Her weight, her looks, her height. She’d even say her intelligence on most days, today not being one of those days.

How the hell had she gotten herself into this situation?

Just as Stan pulled on her arm again, the oak door at the end of the hallway opened.

And out stepped the reason she wanted to tuck her tail between her legs and run
away like a scolded puppy
.

Quinton
Sanders, all six foot two of his glorious farm fed body walked down the carpeted hallway, lookin
g every inch of a royally pissed off predatory male.

“Let the boy alone, Becky, and come here.” He stopp
ed three feet away, looking straight at her
.

Crap.

There was no way out.

Quinton
S
a
n
ders had her exactly
where he wanted her, at his complete and utter mercy.

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

Quinton
didn’t know what to do first. He wanted to rub his hands together i
n glee, feeling like a pirate who
had just discovered his chest of shiny gold.

“You ca
n let her go
. She’s not going anywhere, are you
Miss
Dawson?” He continued to stare until she raised her head and acknowledged him. H
e sensed the war taking place inside her
and
knew
the reason for her hesitation. Rebecca was not the type of woman to give her word lightly. To give herself over to a man she didn’t desire. They both knew that if she walked away from the guard, she’d be giving up complete control.
To him.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the guard released her and she took a step toward him. Then anothe
r, then another. S
he
stopped just a few in
ches away
.

Looking at
her gorgeous head of brown hair, he resisted the
temptation
to stroke it, to reassure her that she had made the right decision.

“You can go now, Stan. Lock the elevator behind you.”

The penthouse suite of offices had their
own private elevator.
He and Greyson shared the floor along with the other partner, who rarely showed up anymore. A
key
was needed
to enter from the ground floor. Or exit from the top. There was no way his little sparrow would be escaping him tonight.

“Come.” He turned on his heel and walked to his office
, leaving the door open. It scared him
spit
less
to think she might not follow him, might run down the all and beg the security guard to take her with him. If she did, he knew he’d have to let her go. What they were about to do required c
omplete consent. Complete trust. Complete desire
.

He turned as she entered.

“Lock it.”

She did.

“Good. N
ow come here.” He’d already dismissed his secretary for the day and opened the blinds, letting in the afternoon sun.
The thermal properties of the glass made it cool to the touch and blocked most of the glare.
They were
on the fifteen floor. B
uildings stood across the way
but no
one could see inside. W
hen the blinds were open, the feeling was
one of
open
ness, giving the impression everything that happened was on display for the world
to see
.
Exactly how he wanted Rebecca to feel. On display for him and anyone else he chose.

Not that he would
ever let anyone else see her the way he intended to tonight
. He was a very selfish man.

Rebecca leaned against the warm wooden door, grasping the
knob behind her back. A month
ago she had walked out of this office, out of this building
,
and away from this man. She’d kicked herself a thousand times. She’d picked up the phone to call him a million more.

They’d shared the most intense two months of her entire life. She’d fallen in love, but she’d had to walk away.

As she watched
,
he unfastened his
tie and removed the
dark brown bel
t
from his pants. The leather slide from the tabs making her shiver. He
l
ifted each wrist
taking off
the gold cuff
links
.
The man was a walking advertisement for GQ
. H
is pants fit the curve of his, umm, body
, like
a glove and his shirt had to be at least a thousand strand thread co
unt. His hands, lord love his huge calloused hands
, flicked the buttons open, revealing h
is chest. He was as smooth as silk.

For the two months they had dated, they hadn’t had sex, hadn’t progressed much beyond kissing and exploring each other thr
ough the layers of their clothing.
She’d seen little of his magnificent body.
The shirt slid
from his
sho
ulders.
He toed off the shoes tha
t were polished to a high gloss and removed his socks.
The sound of
a
zipper caused her pulse to race and her heart to skip a beat. She licked her lips in anticipation of
finally
seeing
all of
him.

He st
opped the zipper half way down,
keeping what she just know
would be a beautiful, beautiful cock
hidden
from her view.

“Now, now, sweetheart, you didn’t think
you were
going to get a free show, did you?” He placed his hands on his hips, stopping an
y chance of the pants accidently
falling away.

“Come here.”

She couldn’t
.

“Don’t make me say it again, Rebecca.”

Moving
away from the door, she stepped into her fate.

Quinton
grabbed her by the wrist
and pulled
her further into the room. Now way
in hell was he letting her change her mind. Propelling her
to the mid
dle of the
room, he ordered her to stay
.
Stepping back
,
he pressed a switch on the wall. A soft whirring sound filled the
room as a
panel in the ceiling opened up and a smooth metal chain low
ered, stopping just above
Rebecca’s head.

Her eyes widened
as she realized what he was doing. “No,
Quinton
. I’m not ready for this.”

“Yes you are.” He took
both her
hand
s
and snapped a set of velvet lined cuffs
around her slender
wrists. He hooked them to t
he chain, stretching
her arms
above her head.

Quinton
finally had the woman he
loved exactly
where he wanted her. Well, not exactly where he wanted her. He wanted her in his cottage by the lake where they could have complete privacy and he could have acc
ess to
all his instruments of pleasure
.
There were so much
he wanted to introduce
her
to
.

Everything
at the cottage and in the office
was
brand new, bought and installed just days be
fore she
had walked away from
him. He’d wanted everything fresh and untainted, just like he envisioned their life together.

He stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders as she started to twist and turn. “Shhh, sweet
heart
.”

Rebecca’s fear and anticipation made her struggle all the more. “I do not want this
,
you sonofabitch. I never wanted this.”

God, she was
lying. She’d always wanted this, but never dared admit it to any of her partners in the past.
She was not promiscuous. In fact she was very selective, always searching for that exclusive something. For the man who would take control of her body and give her what she wanted
, dominance by a man.
She knew that man was Quinton.

Tugging
at t
he chains that held her captive, she glared at him.
“Since when do
you have to tie your women up
?


You know why I tie my women up, B
ecky. You know why I
need to
tie
you
up.”

A
wav
e of heat spread th
rough
her b
ody, settling low,
preparing her
for him
and what he was about to do to her body.

“Y
ou know I would never hurt you.

That was
true. She trusted
Quinton
more than she’d ever trusted a
ny man.

But trusting h
im and being mad as hell were tw
o different things.
She tried to twist around and
knee him in groin.

Chuckling
he stopped her movement, squeezing her leg
tightly
in wa
rning. He turned
her away from him
and widened his legs to box her in and prevent
any movement. The stance nestled his dick against
the crack of her ass. She wanted to moan but refused to al
low herself to show any sig
n that she accepted
this situation and
approved of
his
behavior.

He stroked her arms, running his hands across her shoulders, down her back then
around
the front of
her
body. He s
queezed the abundance
of her breasts.
Posed as she was, her chest wall stretched, forcing her heavy breasts to be almost perky.
She jerked at the chains.


Don’t struggle. I don’t want to tie your feet. You need some
flexibility
for what I want to do to you.

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

A shiver ran down Rebecca’s
spine.
She’d imaged this with him,
been
drawn
more and more
to his
domi
nant nature as their relationship had progressed
.
But h
e
’d
never forced her into
an
intimacy
that
she didn’t
want. I
n fact
their relationship had
moved
so damn
ed
slowly she’d started to doubt that he wanted her. And
had
been afraid of what would happen
if and when
he did.

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