Confused, she followed him across the doors leading to the men’s locker room. “I can’t go in there.”
“Why not? We’re alone.”
“Because…because. It’s not proper.”
He laughed, the bastard and opened the door. “Calm down. I won’t ravage you. I just want you to sit on the other side of the lockers while I shower so we can talk.”
“About what?”
“Business, of course.”
“Mr. Ortega—”
“No more arguing. Come.”
The total arrogance in his tone, the demand, the sheer power in his voice had her following him before she was aware of it. As she stared at his back while he led her to the small dressing area sectioned off from the showers, she called herself a hundred and fifty different types of fool for allowing him to manipulate her like this. She cursed her need to submit, the joy she found in letting a strong man lead her, the sheer sexual bliss that came from serving a strong male even as her clit ached for the need to be touched. Something was different about Dallas today, as if he were no longer bothering to hide his natural dominance from her.
It was both sexy and scary as hell.
“Sit.”
“This is really uncalled for.”
He turned and gave her a look that had her sitting before she knew it. Once again his full, kissable lips curved into a satisfied smile. “Good girl.”
“Would you stop saying that? It’s demeaning.”
“Why? Would you rather be a bad girl?” He leaned down to remove his shoes, then socks, leaving her staring at him when he hooked his thumbs into his shorts. She quickly turned when she realized he was going to get naked right here, right now.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Taking a shower. I usually don’t wear clothes when I do that.”
His amused tone set her teeth on edge. “This is most inappropriate.”
“You, of all people, don’t have much room to talk about being inappropriate.”
“Excuse me?” She almost turned to look, but caught herself at the last second.
“You heard me,” came his voice from the other side of the lockers. A moment later the shower turned on. “In fact, let’s discuss your inappropriate actions.”
Her heart gave a sickening thud and she swallowed hard when she wondered if he’d somehow found out about her little masturbation session in his office. There was no way he could have known. She was sure she was alone and she’d returned…oh shit.
“Amanda?”
“Yes?” she whispered then cleared her throat. “Yes?”
“Did you know that stealing anything over three hundred dollars is considered grand theft in the state of Florida? Like, oh, just for example, a six-thousand-dollar piece of gold-and-diamond jewelry. Unconventional jewelry, some might even call it kinky, but valuable none the less.”
She wrapped her arms around herself, nausea turning in her stomach. Words fled her and her eyes burned as she wondered if she was about to be fired, or worse, arrested. Obviously she’d forgotten to put the nipple clamps back and they’d somehow become lost. The last time she’d seen them they’d been rolled up in his T-shirt. If someone had just grabbed the shirt and tossed it into his laundry bag that the cleaning service picked up daily they were no doubt long gone. She’d tried to find them the next morning, but had been unable to locate them. When Dallas hadn’t said anything, not that he really would say anything about missing nipple clamps, she’d hoped her indiscretion would go unnoticed.
But holy hell, those nipple clamps were real gold and diamonds? She’d had no idea. It had never even occurred to her that they weren’t anything more than kinky costume jewelry. But how the heck did he know it was her?
Fuck, in her one moment of weakness she’d not only lost her job, but maybe her freedom. She could just imagine their disappointment, the looks of disgust on her parents’ faces when they found out she was going to jail. This would no doubt go on her permanent record and kill any chances of future employment because when she filled out any job applications she’d have to click the “convicted felon” box.
“Amanda?” His voice came from right next to her and she startled, almost falling off the bench.
Dallas gripped her upper arm and steadied her. She stared up at him, tears filling her eyes while he examined her face. Clearing her throat, she debated with trying to lie her way out of it, but instead asked him, “How did you know?”
“My office has a security camera.”
Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. “Oh no.”
“Oh yes.” He hitched the towel around his hips and she almost unwillingly traced her gaze over the prominent curve of his lower abdominals with the light trail of hair leading to his pelvis. “Video and sound.”
Unable to look at him anymore, she buried her face in her hands. This had to be a nightmare, this couldn’t really be happening to her. Not only did he think she was a thief, but he’d also heard her say his name while she played with herself, in his office, with his toys.
“Now, there are two ways I could handle this. I could call the police, file a report, and turn over the video to them as evidence.”
She let out a little moan of despair and he made a hushing noise.
“Or, you will go up to my office and bend over my desk with your skirt bunched around your hips.”
“What?”
He gently gripped her bun, forcing her to look at him with just enough pain to send a tingle through her. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
She bit her lower lip, clearly reading the sexual dominance in his expression. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes…Sir.”
“That will work for now.” He released her hair and turned away from her, dropping his towel and revealing his world-class ass. “What will it be, Amanda? Do you want your punishment from the law, or from me?”
She fisted her hands into her lap to keep from reaching for him, wanting to touch him, to caress his body, but the rational part of her mind was pissed. “Are you blackmailing me?”
He looked over his shoulder and gave her his million-dollar bad-boy grin. “Yep.”
“Seriously?”
Turning away, he stepped over the bench and she looked away, the brief glimpse of his very, very impressive erection seared into her mind. “I’m very serious. You need to decide what you want to do soon, Amanda. By the time I’m done getting dressed I want you either in my office, with your skirt hiked up to show me that beautiful ass, or in my office waiting for me to contact the authorities.”
She closed her eyes and struggled to think, to do something with her mind other than focus on how thick his dick was, how dark the head had been and how much she wanted to touch him. A moment later his heat pressed against her back before his lips brushed over her ear. Delicious sparks of pleasure warmed her blood and she was near trembling with desire as he placed a soft, lingering kiss on the sensitive skin behind her ear before his wet tongue licked the lobe. A moan tore from her as he began to gently kiss and lick her ear, making her instantly crazy with desire.
The warmth of his breath against the now wet skin had her sheath contracting as he said, “You called me Master, carina, though I don’t think you’re aware that I am indeed a Master, your Master. I’ve been in the lifestyle for many, many years now and I promise you I can take you so deep into subspace, give you so much pleasure, that you will never need to touch that beautiful pussy again to find your relief.”
“Dallas,” she murmured and reached behind her to try and press his wonderfully talented mouth back to her neck, but he pulled away.
“Go, Amanda. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
Chapter 3
By the time she made it to his office her nerves had returned full force, chasing the desire from her and leaving her once again almost nauseous. What the hell was she doing? She couldn’t really be entertaining his crazy demands. Yet when she crossed the room to his desk she carefully cleared the space, stacking the papers and folders strewn about before setting them in a tidy pile at the edge of the desk. The bright afternoon sunlight flooded the office and she moved around to the windows, lowering the privacy screens that dimmed the light to a mellow glow.
Finally, she stood before his desk and let out a long, slow breath. If she were being honest with herself the thought of submitting to Dallas was no hardship. In fact, it was almost a relief. He was taking the decision out of her hands, giving her what would amount to almost guilt-free sex, if she could keep her emotions out of it. She just had to somehow view this as…almost as a business transaction. She’d give him her body and he’d forgive her for losing his gold-and-diamond nipple clamps. Shame cooled her arousal but made it easier for her to bend over his desk and hike her skirt up so her black garters and black silk panties would be the first thing he saw when he opened his office door.
She deserved to be punished for betraying his trust. No matter how she tried to look at it she’d broken rules by using his personal things for her own pleasure. Resting her cheek against the cool, smooth surface of his wood desk she closed her eyes and tried to center herself. While she didn’t have a great deal of experience with BDSM, her last boyfriend had introduced her to it and she’d greatly enjoyed playing with him before his job had taken him to another part of the country. They’d even gone to a local club a few times, enough for her to realize that her need to submit was stronger than his need to dominate.