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  Arousal pooled in his groin as he watched. When the sensation flourished without any encouragement, he realized he couldn’t wait until later. He had to have her now. Where they stood positioned them perfectly so they were hidden if someone glanced into the room. Coming fully into the room was a different matter, but that had never stopped Patrick before.

  Sliding closer, he slipped his hand along her back. She squirmed, giggling softly when his fingers dipped below the hem of her skirt. In one quick motion, he lifted her skirt over her hips. Her gasp filled the small space, arrowing straight to his cock. She moved to stand, but he slid closer, dipping two fingers inside her pussy. Her elbow hit against the table, causing her to cry out in pain.

  “Al? You okay?”

  “I’m fine, Tony. Just being a klutz.” A moan rumbled in her throat as Patrick drove his fingers into her harder, leaning close.

  “I’m going to have you.”

  “Okay, let me check—”

  “It wasn’t a request.” Patrick lowered his voice. “I’m going to fuck you. Right here. Right now.”

  A thrill of lust shot through Allison, slithering deep into her bones at the dark timbre of his words. Fabric shifted as he drew down the zipper of his pants. The bright colors of the comic book in front of her blurred as she tried to focus on something other than the chanting in her head.

  Slow. Now. Fast. Hot. Hard. Please God, I want sex now. She desperately needed him inside her. She needed to know how he felt there because he’d denied her the knowledge last night. The crinkle of a condom packet sounded behind her. She glanced over her shoulder. “Ever the prepared one, aren’t you?”

  “Bet your sweet ass I am.”

  She wiggled against him. “Why, Mr. Conners, I wasn’t aware my ass was up for negotiation.”

  He leaned forward suddenly, his hand tight against the back of her skull. The hard line of his cock fit between her ass cheeks, the pressure so rapturous, it blinded her. “Sliding my dick into that tight hole right now is an interesting thought. But I doubt either of us has the patience just now. Besides, when I fuck your ass for the first time, you’re going to be wearing my leather.”

  What is it about this man that makes me want to melt into a puddle?

  She’d never felt this way about someone. And she certainly never expected to react to him this aggressively. She loved the fact he seemed perfectly at ease with the idea of sex in the side room of a comic book store. She also loved the fact hearing him issue commands caused her pussy to go damp.

  This couldn’t be normal. This sort of behavior wasn’t something she should want, but yet she found herself craving it. What the hell was wrong with her?

  “Open for me.”

  The husky quality of his order melted her doubt. She suddenly didn’t care why she wanted more of this unusual lifestyle Patrick had introduced. She only knew she wanted to do whatever he commanded regardless of when or where he wanted her.

  She widened her stance, using the table still littered with her comic books for balance. He spread her wider, opening her even more, just seconds before he drove into her pussy with one smooth stroke. She was tight enough to feel every rigid inch of his exquisite cock. He felt better than she could have ever imagined.

  The entrance door of 616 squeaked as a customer entered, followed by a greeting from Tony. Patrick withdrew, thrusting forward almost as quickly. In the span of a few heartbeats, he set a ruthless pace. Fast strokes interspersed with slow, drawn-out plunges that were intended to tease her entire body.

  He drove his length into her as far as he could, causing her to bite her forearm to keep from crying out. However, the pain had an interesting effect she hadn’t expected. Instead of dulling the lust screaming through her veins at full velocity, the feeling sharpened. Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten at once, demanding with blinding intensity.

  I’m a fraking pervert.

  Patrick drove into her, her hands curling into fists as she bit down on her lip. Even though she was a comic book purist, she didn’t care if she ruined the mint condition issues beneath her. She just wanted to come. She needed to come.

  A glowing fire spread as she rose to her elbows, pushing back to meet his forceful thrusts. He growled, low and long as he continued to shove inside her. “You enjoy this don’t you, Allison? You like me fucking you with your friends just on the other side of the curtain. Knowing anyone could come in at any second.”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me how much.” He thrust hard, making speech nearly impossible.

  She swallowed, struggling to find sanity as she spun out of control. “Too much.”

  Dark laughter teased her ear. “You can never like sex too much.”

  Oh but she could. In a narrow span of time, sex with Patrick had already become addictive. But she didn’t care. As long as he kept showing her his brand of sex, he could do whatever he wanted. She’d waited and hoped for this last night, but he’d instead denied her.

  The wait had been more than worth it.

  She swiveled her hips slowly, a contrast to his rapid pace. He groaned as his hands clamped around her waist so he could pull out of her. Afraid she’d done something wrong, she stood only to be pulled into his arms. He spun them both, backing her up to a wall covered with faded posters of old science fiction movies.

  Pinned by his strong arms, he drove his cock into her dripping wet pussy again. Now face-to-face, she saw the wild lust darkening his eyes. Suddenly she didn’t care where they were. She only knew she needed him. The fact she already missed the weight of the cuffs told her he’d already left quite an impression.

  She should have been appalled by the fact she wanted him to leave a bigger one.

  Each of his thrusts were frantic and hurried, a stark contrast to the smooth grace he’d exhibited last night when he’d introduced her to his way of life. That had been about seduction and enjoyment as he learned her body. This was nothing more than fulfilling the pure, unadulterated need to fuck. She fed on it, loving the flood of desire racing through her veins.

  “I want to keep you at the warehouse, naked. Ready for me at any time. To do my bidding, whatever I say. I want to fill your cunt with my dick and spend hours worshipping you for the gorgeous creature you are.” Her body soared beyond her control at his benediction.

  Quiet voices came from the other room as a customer discussed the latest and greatest releases with Tony. However, Patrick moved as if he didn’t care others were in the store. The hushed sounds of pleasure seemed to fuel his words as he spoke again. “You are so soft inside this perfect little pussy. Wet. Warm. You fit me so fucking perfectly.”

  She hissed softly as he plunged into her over and over. The notion she held that every time with Patrick would be a choreographed journey of seduction shattered. She prized this completely altered version of him. So out of control and wild. Her muscles flexed around him as she raced toward orgasm, drawing a guttural moan from him.

  “Oh God, that feels good. You feel so goddamn good. I belong inside you, Allison.” His thrusts quickened just as the greeting bell sounded again. There was yet another customer in the store, who added to the risk. Unable to hold off, her teeth bit into his shoulder as her body shuddered out the orgasm. The bright colors of the store spun in a kaleidoscope as the shattering release stole her sight. Patrick gave a quiet growl as he drove his cock completely into her. His fingers dug into her flesh as he gave himself over to his own body.

  There was a shout from the adjoining room, followed by the sound of footsteps. Patrick suddenly became a flurry of movement as he pulled out of her. He ordered his clothes, tugging hers into place as he positioned her at the table once again. She began to intently study the comic book, swearing when she realized most of them were upside down. One had even gotten creased during their encounter. Tony was going to kill her. As she adjusted the books, Patrick’s fingers slipped under her skirt again, his fingers dragged through the wet, still swollen flesh between her legs.

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nbsp; Tony poked his head into the room. “Hey, Al, is there a Black Widow comic in your stack? There was a special edition issue last week that I may have put it in there by accident.”

  She nearly gasped as Patrick’s fingers closed around her still oversensitive clit. He tugged, keeping his grip tight to indicate he wasn’t about to let go anytime soon. Frak. She’d have to answer Tony with Patrick’s firm hold on one of her most private parts. Hoping she could keep her voice steady, she answered, “Nope.”

  “No smartass comment about it being a piece of drivel?” Tony’s eyebrows lifted in surprise when she only shook her head in answer. He stared at them for a long moment before swearing quietly as he left them alone.

  She lowered her head to the table, blowing out a warm, moist breath against the black tabletop as she searched for a small thread of sanity. Patrick’s hold didn’t ease any, making her desperate for him to move. A firm hand pressed to her lower back, her thighs trembling as he stroked the curvature of her ass. Someone entered the alcove but it didn’t deter Patrick. His body pressed firmly against hers so closely, she detected the rich, heady scent of sex.

  “Errands are done,” he demanded quietly. “I want to find out how you look restrained up against one of the walls in my room.”

  Chapter Seven

  She’d said nothing on the short return trip to Sanctuary. Not a peep. She hadn’t even said a word as Patrick had wrapped leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists. Secured to the St. Andrew’s cross on the wall of his room at the warehouse, she looked absolutely divine.

  The skin across the top of her breasts had a pink flush, inviting him to caress every inch of her body to find out just how far the color extended. Her nipples stood out in hard peaks, calling to him to pinch or nibble on them. He was more than tempted to drag the pad of his thumb over one of those hard nubs.

  Being inside her alluring heat was mind altering. She made him feel as if he could do anything in the world. He gave in to some of the temptation, brushing his hand against her skin as he set the scene in motion.

  “Last night was just the beginning.” Her heartbeat hitched against his knuckles as he moved his attention to the other nipple. “Did you know I can force you to orgasm? I can tell from the look in your eyes that the idea intrigues you, but you don’t understand how it’s possible. How can I make you do something?” He held up a slim, credit card-sized controller in one hand and a harness fashioned of strips of leather in the other. “While I may not enjoy watching others engage in intercourse, I do particularly enjoy watching my sub fly out of control.”

  A tight clench at the base of his spine fired off as those chocolate eyes lost focus. He was certain he wouldn’t hear her safeword any time soon. He tucked the remote into his pocket so his hands were free. Like most things he owned or purchased for this room, the harness was another specialty item. Just as each woman he’d had in this room were different in their needs, so were the harnesses.

  The previous incarnation had been made for a lover who’d been particularly fond of anal sex. She’d enjoyed being filled as much as possible both anally and vaginally. While he’d taken her from behind, the leather straps had framed her ass before dipping between her legs where the joined bands held a thick dildo deep inside her cunt.

  He would enjoy discovering if Allison enjoyed anal play. “I’ve learned that a woman should be shown exactly what her body is capable of, as it puts her more in touch with her sexuality.”

  “You have certainly done more than enough to make me aware of that,” she stated with a quiet laugh.

  The sound caused his arousal to spike. He ordered himself to maintain his composure. Leaning forward, he fit a finger under her chin to force her to look directly into his eyes. “You have no idea, precious sub.” He held the sturdy leather up in order to allow her a better view. “These straps loop around each of your thighs and connect in the center where this metal ring is sewn into place. Depending on preference there are various attachments that can be utilized. If you find something is too much, we’ll make adjustments as necessary. For now, I went with something a bit small.”

  He held up a four-inch plug, pleased when her expression didn’t change. “This isn’t meant for actual movement, more for a feeling of fullness. Once it’s in place, it won’t move until I take it out. This was specially made just for you as well.” He’d asked for a bullet vibe to be added but didn’t want to let Allison know this just yet.

  He knelt in front of her, appreciating the rasp the leather made as it slid against skin. Her body tensed and a quick glance up told him it wasn’t the feel of the material that bothered her. Unable to stand not being able to touch her, his fingers glided over her slippery skin as he teased her clit. Her breath caught in her throat as he pushed inside her pussy.

  She was so damp and needy. So utterly his and he’d just begun setting the scene. Pleased with how wet she already was, he withdrew and pressed the tip of the toy to her opening. He kissed her, teasing her tongue as he pushed the device into her hot channel. A puff of air blew into his mouth when she gasped. After smoothing the other strap over her hip, he buckled it into place.

  “Such a nice, snug fit. I love being right.” He tapped her clit, loving the way her eyes glazed over every time he put his hands on her. “And just for the record, I’m not wrong often. Especially when it comes to pleasure. I plan to spend all night finding that point in which you lose complete and utter control.”

  He stepped back to admire his handiwork, sliding his hands into his pockets as he studied her. If he didn’t restrain his hands somehow, he’d touch her. And putting his hands on her right now would mean his undoing. While he could have gone for a more functional harness that allowed for other possibilities on different occasions, he was glad he’d taken the time to have this one made.

  “You are simply mouthwatering strapped before me this way. Do you know that? It’s so simple, how it provides me an unencumbered view to all of that luscious skin of yours. Those beautiful curves that go on for miles are at my utter disposal. You should see yourself, so helpless with one of my harnesses between your legs. You have no idea what level of pleasure you’re going to find tonight.” His hands clenched in his pocket.

  She was so damn tempting.

  And wreaking havoc on his control.

  From experience, he knew the sensation of the vibrator in her pussy was agonizing enough. Especially when the person was already aroused as much as she seemed to be. He relished the idea of what would happen the further he pushed her. The device wasn’t even turned on and she already appeared drunk on pleasure.

  To draw out the moment, he spun on his heel and crossed to the kitchen where he kept a small supply of liquor. Bondage and alcohol weren’t meant to be companions in his mind, but he had to do something with his hands. He hooked a finger over the rim of a highball glass as he pulled out an opened bottle of the Glenlivet Scotch. He mulled over the idea to remain in the kitchen, drink a finger of the liquor and pretend she didn’t exist. Except he wanted to see her reaction the first time the vibrator switched on.

  Choice made, he settled in the chair directly across from her. He shifted his pants so they wouldn’t pull and bunch as he sat, lifting one leg so his ankle crossed his knee. The scotch bottle made a dull thud against the floor. When he finally looked up from his glass, he found her staring directly at him. It was almost as if she defied him to tell her to do otherwise.

  He took the remote out, tapping the button closest to his palm—the highest setting. Her body jerked and strained against her bindings. Her gaze immediately fell away, landing on some arbitrary point on the floor between them. Pleased, he tapped the off button.

  Good sub.

  The scotch was warm on his tongue as he tasted the full body of the intense flavors. When he swallowed, the lingering taste of toasted hazelnuts nearly made him close his eyes. The liquor tasted decadent, nearly as potent as the image of the woman strapped to the wall in front of him. He indulged himself with
another small sip. In a way, the flavor reminded him of her—complex and intense, but with a hint of honeyed sweetness.

  “I’d leave you alone to have your little affair with the alcohol, but I’m in a bit of a precarious position.” Despite the sardonic tone of her voice, the hint of a smile turned up one corner of her mouth.

  “You’ll do well to remember I put you in that position. From this moment forward, I don’t want to hear you speak unless you’re directed to.” After he sipped again, he tapped the first button on the remote.

  She followed his instructions to remain silent. However, the leather around her wrists and ankles creaked as she strained against them. Heat spread through his veins as he watched her cheeks flush, her body bowing ever so slightly away from the wall. He’d purposefully left her waist unsecured because he hadn’t wanted anything on her other than the four cuffs and the bands holding the vibrator in place.

  Despite the complicated nature of his desires when it came to sex, he liked to keep the visuals simple. Just the sight of his lover naked, wearing cuffs and a collar was more than enough to tantalize him. Collars would come later with Allison. And he couldn’t wait for the day to arrive when a band of thick leather would circle the column of her throat.

  He took another sip, noticing the increased flush of her skin. The button on the remote pushed in under his thumb as he amplified the power. Again, the bow of her body increased. To take advantage of her reaction, he thumbed the slide to decrease the vibrations.

  Keep her engaged, wondering what is coming next.

  Placing her on the edge would ensure he stayed on it as well. He nudged the button up a bit more, pleased with her quiet gasp of surprise at the change. Given the fact this was a new experience for her, he allowed her the small concession. Engaging the medium intensity, he set the remote down on the arm of the chair. Her body went rigid as she strained away from the wall. Muscles in her arms and legs went taut.

  She didn’t know it yet, but this was only the beginning.