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his dark side, showing her what he didn’t want anyone to see. Something stirred deep within her chest, warming her. Never had she imagined she would let a guy command her this way, like she was his whore. The idea should have been appalling considering her mother’s profession, but something deep within her ached to please Reid, to be his safe place.

      He circled around her, stalking, like he had to see her compliance from every angle. The air seemed to charge and spark between them, making every fiber in her body hum in anticipation. Finally, he stopped in front of her, his stance wide, and unbuttoned his jeans. Her tongue darted out and moistened her lips as he freed his impressive erection from his boxers. He stroked his cock and stepped forward, bringing it within centimeters of her face. “Open that pretty mouth of yours. I’ll show you how to please me.”

      Her lips parted and he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling so tightly her scalp tingled. He tilted her head to the angle he wanted and without any additional warning, slid his cock into her mouth with a deep, satisfied groan. His utterly male flavor filled her mouth and she closed her eyes, savoring the taste of salt and musk and arousal. Slowly, she ran her tongue along the thick, smooth shaft, taking as much as she could, then eased back to lick the head. He twisted his fingers deeper in her hair and thrust forward, causing her to cry out around him. Not from pain, but from the heady feeling of him taking what he wanted from her.

      “Don’t close your eyes, sugar. Look at me while you suck me.”

      Her eyelids flew open and she lifted her gaze to him. His face was ravenous, like a man possessed. The laid-back Reid had left the building. Intense power and calm control sizzled off him, drowning her, arousing her. He stroked her cheek with his free hand as he eased deeper into her mouth. “That’s good, sugar. You’re going to take all of me. Relax your throat.”

      She followed his instructions, focusing on releasing the muscles and accepting him. Soon, he buried all the way to the hilt, a shudder stealing over him. “Ah, shit. That’s right.” He moved in long, steady thrusts, tapping the back of her throat with the smooth head. “God, your mouth is even better than I imagined.”

      Unable to resist touching him any longer, she reached up and palmed his sac as she dragged her tongue along the thick vein on the base of his cock. He moaned, then abruptly pulled out, releasing her hair. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet.”

      She blinked, shocked by the sudden absence of contact. “I’m sorry, I thought it’d be okay.”

      “Ah, there’s your mistake. Your job isn’t to think. It’s to listen. To obey. You’re mine, remember?”

      “Right. I mean, yes, sir.”

      He grasped her chin. “Maybe you should’ve gone home. A night alone would’ve been a lot easier on you than dealing with me is going to be.”

      “I don’t need easy. I want you,” she said, the steadiness of her voice not betraying her spiking anxiety.

      “Be careful what you ask for.” He dropped his hand from her face. “Get on the bed. Facedown.”

      She grabbed the edge of the mattress and climbed onto the bed with wobbly limbs. As she scooted along the sheets, the cool cotton caressed her burning skin, making her hyperaware of her nudity. Reid’s eyes followed her progress, and he made no attempt to hide his perusal of her most intimate areas. Her body ached for those heated gazes to turn into touches.

      Once she reached the center, she flipped over and settled on her stomach. Nerves skittered down her spine, the intense vulnerability of the position testing her resolve to follow his instructions. What exactly was he planning to do? She trusted the Reid she’d become friends with, but this version of him was unfamiliar—dangerous. She knew he was trying to prove a point to her, but how far would he take it?

      The loud sound of ripping fabric filled the room. She craned her neck around and found Reid tearing a pillowcase into strips. He also had removed the tieback cord from the drapes and had that hanging around his neck. “Eyes down, LeBreck.”

      She turned to face forward again, and he walked to the side of the bed. Strong fingers lifted her left wrist, and smooth material wrapped around it. She peeked at him from underneath her lashes as he knotted the makeshift bindings. The question bubbled to her lips before she could stop it. “What are you doing?”

      He gave her a sidelong glance and tightened the strap. “You just can’t give up the control, can you?”

      “I—I’m sorry.”

      Without another word, he took another strip of pillowcase and smiled. A blindfold. Shit. With swift movements he slipped it over her eyes, pulling the knot taut in the back. Then a loud crack broke the quiet of the room, and her ass cheek lit on fire. She cried out, the sound muffled by the mattress.

      “Learn to keep your questions to yourself.”

      She balled her fists, ready to end it, to insist he stop. He’d hit her. But then warm, pleasant heat replaced the stinging in her skin, and her pussy throbbed in response. Fuck. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t supposed to like this. This was to help it get out of his system, not to inspire interest in hers.

      Footsteps padded on the carpet, and another strip wound around her right wrist. Reid’s hot palms slid up her arms, then moved her hands to rest above her head on the bed so he could bind her wrists together. Something silky brushed against the tops of her hands—the braided cord from the curtain. With a grunt and yank on the cord from Reid, her muscles were stretched, drawing her arms taut above her and securing her to the headboard.

      Instinctively, she tugged back, but the restraints only provided a hair of slack. She buried her face in the sheets and tried to steady her breathing. She was at his mercy. Blind and bound for whatever he chose to do to her.

      “Get on your knees.” He gripped her waist and helped her tuck her knees beneath her. Her face and breasts remained against the sheets, the restraints not allowing her to rise any higher. A gentle hand caressed her ass, smoothing over the area he had hit. “Do you know how fucking sexy you look with my handprint marking you?”

      She shook her head, but didn’t dare speak.

      His finger traced the cleft of her ass, brushing across her most private opening. She automatically tensed. “I have to tell you, Brynn. Spanking such a beautiful ass could get addictive. I’m not sure if I got enough out of the first time.”

      Before she could process what he was saying, the flat of his palm landed a sharp blow on her opposite cheek. She bit her lip and moaned, the pain/pleasure mix rocketing through her. “Can you take it, sugar? Handle what I’m planning to dish out?”

      She braced herself as his hand came down again and again, covering her ass and the backs of her thighs with stinging heat. He never slapped the same spot twice, but instead methodically covered every inch of virgin skin with his attention. Her back arched and she writhed, the heady buzz of pain and endorphins overloading her system and fogging her brain. To her mortification, hot moisture leaked down her thighs as if her body were begging for more.

      When the spanking ceased, gentle hands moved over her skin, soothing her. His voice was choppy, his breathing quick. “Have I scared you enough yet, Brynn? Are you ready to run?”

      She moaned into the sheets, half out of her mind with need. “For the love of God, please touch me.”

      His hands stilled as if he was shocked by her words. “What?”

      She parted her knees, opening herself to him, not caring at the moment what kind of girl that made her. “Please.”

      Tentatively, he moved his hand between her legs and dragged his fingers down her folds. Her entire body trembled, and a deep groan rumbled from his chest. “Jesus. You’re soaked.”

      Her hands flexed and fisted in the bindings as he pulled away. If he didn’t do something soon, she was going to lose it. Her words came out in a barely coherent jumble. “I need… I… You’re killing me.”

      “Son

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