Even though he was dying to come and his balls felt like someone had kicked them, he somehow managed to maintain his composure and pull her skirt down before lifting her and turning Amanda around so she sat on the edge of his desk. Her lovely green eyes were still heavy lidded and she didn’t object when he took her hair down, running his fingers through the heavy, silken strands. Though she wasn’t the perfect beauty of his past girlfriends, there was something so real about her that to him she was the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. Her cheeks were still pink from her orgasm and her body soft against his as she cuddled close and sighed.
When his erection pressed between her legs she tensed, then hesitantly went to reach for him. Before she could touch his dick and shred the last vestiges of his self-control, he stopped her. “No.”
A little line formed between her eyes as she frowned up at him in confusion. “No?”
“No. Your Master’s pleasure is a privilege you must earn.”
She licked her lips and looked up at him from beneath her lashes. “What do I have to do to earn it, Master?”
Just hearing her call him that made his balls draw up tight and his cock throb. “We’ll discuss that tomorrow. Right now we have work to do.”
“What?”
Her look of confusion was utterly adorable and he couldn’t help but grin at her. “Work, you know, that thing that puts bread on the table?”
“But…I thought…” She looked down and her voice came out soft and unsure as she said, “You don’t want me to take care of you?”
“I do, but not here and not now. Besides, you didn’t beg me.”
“Please?” she said with a small smile.
“No.” He grinned as she pouted up at him. “But, if you get all of your work done before it’s time to leave I may give you the opportunity to beg tonight.”
She stiffened and gave him a narrow eyed look. “What do you mean tonight? You expect me to go home with you? To stay the night with you?”
“You don’t want to?”
“No, I don’t. That’s way too intimate.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Do you have something else going on tonight?”
He watched her consider lying to him, but finally shook her head. “No.”
Actually, he hadn’t been talking about her spending the night, but now that she mentioned it he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink without her in his bed. He had an overwhelming desire to see her in his home, to have her presence bringing light to the big, empty space. The thought of falling asleep with Amanda in his arms was so fundamentally right that even though he felt a bit guilty about the whole blackmail thing he still used it to his advantage.
“You think you’re going to pay for your crimes with one small spanking in my office? I own you and you will stay with me tonight if I say so.” He frowned at her. “Any other woman would be glad to have me invite her home with me.”
She froze against him and the warmth in her gaze melted away, making him realize he’d just fucked up.
“I see. So I’m just a possession, a thing to you. Another faceless conquest to fuck just like the rest of your sluts.” With surprising strength she shoved him away and moved off of his desk. “If you’ll excuse me, Mr. Ortega, I have work to do.”
“Wait, Amanda—”
He tried to grab her arm but she jerked away from him. “Look, let’s both be clear about this. You’re blackmailing me, this isn’t anything romantic or a date, I’m aware of that, but you don’t have to make me feel cheap.”
“What?”
“I own you,” she said in a mocking tone as she rewound her hair into a tight bun. “You may own my body, but you don’t own me, got it? Now, since it seems I’m spending the night with you, regardless of my wishes, I have shit I need to get done.”
“Amanda, that wasn’t what I meant.”
She gave a cold laugh and guilt panged through him again at the scornful smile she gave him. “You know what, I used to think you were a nice guy beneath all your bullshit, but now I know you’re as calloused and arrogant on the inside as the outside. I’ll meet you at your home after work, but you better get your money’s worth because after tonight I’d rather go to jail than have to suffer your touch again.”
Chapter 4
At precisely 7:00 p.m. Amanda walked past the perfectly manicured palm trees flanking the stone walkway leading to Dallas’s waterfront mansion on the south side of Miami. The sun was just beginning to set and it framed the huge two-story Spanish-style home beautifully. She’d been here before for business purposes, but this time instead of appreciating the loveliness of the home she was trying to keep from breaking out into a sweat. With her overnight bag over her shoulder, she lifted her chin and put her shoulders back in case Dallas was watching her.
In a useless act of defiance she’d dressed as conservative as possible in this heat, wearing a pair of khaki cargo pants and a long, loose pink silk blouse that buttoned up to her neck in a mock priest collar. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun and she hadn’t put on a drop of makeup. Even her underwear were conservative—plain white cotton with just a touch of lace. They were the plainest underwear she owned, but she wished she had some giant granny panties to wear instead. If she hadn’t gotten waxed regularly she wouldn’t have bothered to shave, either, but that was kind of a moot point.
Anger pushed away her nervousness as she once again struggled to understand exactly how she’d gotten into this situation. While she took the steps leading to the sheltered alcove of the front door she cursed herself for the thousandth time for being so stupid. She should have told Dallas to go fuck himself, or reported it to the police or something. Instead she’d melted like sugar in the rain and enjoyed everything he’d done to her.
Just like she would probably enjoy every perverted, kinky, dirty, wonderful thing he would do to her tonight.
Her pussy clenched and she grit her teeth, pissed off at her body’s reaction as she rang the doorbell. A few moments later Dallas answered the door and she sucked in a quick breath, trying to hide her reaction to his appearance. He wore a black tank top that lovingly exposed his well-developed shoulders and arms with a pair of worn jean shorts that hung low on his hips. His feet were bare and when he smiled at her there was such joy in his expression that she had to fight the urge to smile back.
“I was hoping you would come,” he said in a soft murmur.
Giving him a hard glare, she pushed past him into the foyer. “Like I had a choice.”
“Ahhh, querida, don’t be like that.” He took her bag before she could protest and set it next to the front door after shutting it. “Come here.”
Before she could protest he had her pressed against the wall, his hands on either side of her head. She tried to push him away but it was like trying to move a tree. “Really, Mr. Ortega, let’s just get this over with.”
His full lips twitched, and he leaned forward so his breath warmed her lips. “If you insist.”
She opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he took that opportunity to brush his lips over hers. Tingles of pleasure raced through her at the first touch of his skin and she raised her hands to push him away but soon found herself clutching his rock hard shoulders as he began to make love to her mouth. That was the only way she could think of describing the way he kissed her before she couldn’t think at all.
Firm, but gentle, his tongue pressed against her mouth and she parted her lips, allowing him in. He stroked his tongue against hers, seducing her into responding. Passion and self-disgust at her own lack of restraint filled her in a heady combination that made her moan into his mouth. His answering growl didn’t help her efforts to move away and soon her hands were buried in his hair while she sucked on his tongue, trying to get closer to his maddening heat. God he smelled so good, tasted so good. Everything about him drove her crazy but she’d be damned if she gave into him. She tried to remind herself that she was just another notch in his belt, another conquest, but when he cupped her breast and brushed his thumb over her straining nipple she whimpered.
“Um, Dallas, I hate to interrupt but Mom wants to know if your guest would like some sangria before dinner.”
She pushed Dallas away with a startled yelp, her cheeks burning as she looked over and found Dallas’s younger brother, Austin, grinning at them. He was just as big as his older brother, and a fighter, but he was still working his way up through the ranks of the UFC while Dallas was a retired world champion. She’d met Austin before and he’d always been a flirt, but she managed to ignore him much more effectively than she ignored Dallas and Austin soon gave up flirting with her. He was actually a decent guy when he wasn’t trying to get into her panties, but that didn’t mean she appreciated the leering grin he was giving her, complete with waggling eyebrows.
She tried to move free of Dallas’s arms, but he merely moved them so her back was pressed to his front while he rested his chin on her head. “We’ll be there in a second.”