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He’s young, twenty-one at the most. I can’t imagine an inexperienced kid can give Kylie what she needs. She needs a strong hand, someone to push her boundaries. Maybe Raul was right about Kylie. She plays a game with your head. You think you can handle her until you walk into a hotel room and find…this.

  “Did I interrupt something?” My speech is quickly recovered as I glare at her. I try to sound as unaffected as possible, but really I’m surprised I’m this affected by her being with another man. I want Kylie, but I won’t take her if I’m going to have to share her.

  “We were done, and this is a photo shoot.” She waves her hand around the room, and it’s then that I notice the extra lighting set up around the room. A camera bag is on the bed, and her laptop is sitting open with a number of shots of the guy who is currently in the bathroom.

  “A photo shoot? You’re a photographer?”

  “Yeah,” she answers shyly, shrugging her shoulders as though it’s not important.

  “How long have you been doing this?”

  She pulls her camera around her shoulder and says, “Can we talk about it at dinner?”

  She picks up her overnight bag, and I take it from her hand. She packs her laptop away and quickly dismantles the extra lighting. She taps on the bathroom door and lets her model know she’s leaving. She quietly fiddles with her camera bag on the ride down the elevator.

  We stop by my office and drop off her bags before we go into the restaurant for dinner. She’s fidgety and won’t make eye contact with me across the table.

  “You didn’t want me to know you’re a photographer?”

  She sighs. “It’s not that I didn’t want you to know. I don’t usually let people into that part of my life.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s never been necessary.”

  “So what do you talk about when you’re on a date?”

  She laughs then shakes her head. “I don’t date.”

  “You dated Raul.”

  She tenses up, and it’s what I had been expecting. I brought up his name to see what I could find out about their situation, but according to her body language she’s about to shut down.

  “We were friends.” Her voice is neutral, but her eyes are begging me not to pry.

  “He wasn’t so friendly to you last week.”

  She glares at me then snaps, “We were friends, okay? He got angry because I wouldn’t fuck him. Is that what you want to hear?”

  I don’t know what I wanted to hear. I’m just trying to figure her out. She’s shrouded in mystery, and instead of turning the other way, I’m intrigued by her.

  The waiter arrives, and we hastily order our meals. The second he disappears, Kylie changes the subject.

  “So what is it like to have people cater to you?”

  “People cater to me here because I’m their boss.”

  “How’d you get into the hotel business?”

  “I was a business major in college. I thought I’d end up as a corporate executive, but when I got my grandparents’ inheritance three years out of college, my plans changed. This place used to be a very popular hotel about a century ago.”

  “It’s very popular now. You’ve done a great job at bringing it back to life.”

  “A lot of people thought it wasn’t a very wise move to pour everything I had into an old hotel.”

  “But you had a dream.”

  “A dream is an illusion, a hallucination that disappears in the blink of an eye. I had a solid plan and a shitload of determination when I purchased this place.”

  “So you don’t believe dreams come true?”

  “Dreams are the blueprints to the things we want. They never come to life if we don’t put in the work to make them happen. Nothing you really want just falls into your lap. The obstacles in the way to realizing your dream tend to fall out of nowhere. Nobody wants those.”

  “You’re a very insightful man.”

  “I wouldn’t say I’m insightful, but I’ve definitely learned a few things along the way that have stuck with me.”

  Our plates are placed in front of us, and she immediately digs in, seemingly unconcerned with portions and the amount of carbs in her pasta. I didn’t realize it before tonight, but I was getting tired of the shallow conversations I’ve had with women over dinner.

  “I admire your success,” she says as she sips her wine. “Do you think you’ll expand the Baxter Hotel line?”

  “I’m just beginning to get by. I’m not at the point where I can afford to open up another hotel.”

  “I think you’re doing more than getting by.”

  “Trust me, I’m just a regular guy.” I bite into a piece of my steak, and she pauses to watch me.

  She smiles, and her eyes light up. “You’re many things, but you’re not regular.”

  She twirls her fork in her pasta, puts it in her mouth, and moans. The sound causes my dick to pulse to life. Then she licks her lips to wipe off the pasta sauce, but misses a spot in the corner. She’s only enjoying a meal, but the move is so erotic I’m ready to slide her onto the tabletop and bury myself in her heat.

  I reach over and wipe the sauce off the corner of her lip with my thumb. She watches me as I lick it off my finger. Her eyes dilate, and I know she’s thinking of how it will feel when I slide my tongue over every inch of her body.

  She pauses as she picks up her fork, and our eyes lock. I’m sure the hunger in my gaze is apparent. “Would you like to see the honeymoon suite?” I cock an eyebrow with my suggestive question.

  She smiles wickedly at me, then begins to eat at a faster pace. Her enthusiasm is catching. Ten minutes later we coast out of the restaurant, no dessert. This wasn’t part of the plan for tonight, but I can’t wait to have her in every way possible.

  Kylie

  What am I doing?

  This is insane. I’ve never done anything this reckless. Everything I’ve done has been methodically planned out. Maybe my attraction to him is amplified because he excites me and makes me want to throw caution to the wind. Whatever the reason is, I know I don’t want to be cautious tonight.

  As we ride the elevator up, Jude moves in close and presses his body against mine. The fuzzy hair on his face grazes my skin, and he whispers into my ear. “I want to know you in so many ways.”

  God, I want him too.

  This kind of passion is new to me. Every time he’s around me, I want to do things I haven’t been tempted to do in years. He kisses my neck, then says, “I want to know you in ways that will make you ache for me at night.”

  The doors open. He pulls me down the hallway and quickly opens the door. As soon as we step into the room, my nervousness turns into all-out panic. This man knows what he wants, and he’s ready to take it.

  And I want him to have it.

  He throws his key on the dining table. “We need to talk.”

  “Talk?” He set me on fire, takes me up to the honeymoon suite, and now he wants to talk.

  “Have a seat, Kylie,” he says. He crosses his arms, his biceps bulging out against his shirt. I can practically see him mentally counting the seconds before he makes me do as he says. I decide not to push him and take a seat. He sits across from me, leaning his elbows on the table.

  “This will be your last chance to walk away. If you decide to stay after we talk things out, I will assume you want everything I want to do to you and are ready to proceed.”

  “It’s just sex. What is there to discuss?” I’m not extremely experienced, but I never assumed sex involved a businesslike conversation.

  “It’s not just sex. I brought you here tonight so you would be more comfortable and I could ease you into this. The next time we meet, you will come to my house and it will be a lot more than just sex. There will be a lot of bondage, toys, suspension, anal play, spanking, and much more.”

  Oh my…“You’re a Dom.” It’s not a question, just my mind putting his words into prospective. The way he commands attention in a crowded restaurant, the way Raul jumped
when he ordered him around, and all the talk of controlling me make sense now. He’s a Dom, and he wants me to kneel down to him. Having sex with him was one thing, but getting involved in something I’ve never even considered may be too much. I was looking forward to having him in that way. I haven’t been this attracted to a man in years, but now…

  “Why do you look so shocked? Are you afraid to explore your sexuality?”

  “I’m not afraid of my sexuality, but I’ve never done anything like that before.”

  “I can teach you to reach pleasure like you’ve never imagined.”

  “I’ve only slept with one man in my life. I barely have any sexual experience. You don’t want me for this. I won’t know what I’m doing.” I’m beginning to second-guess coming up here with him. I let a severe case of lusting after a man get me into this situation. It’s been so long since I’ve had these kinds of feelings for a man and I wanted to explore them, but it may be more than I can handle.

  He looks at me like he’s trying to figure something out. “One man?”

  Out of everything I said he only picked up on the one man thing? “One man.”

  “Every time you open your mouth you just get better. I want you for this, Kylie. I want to do this with you more than I’ve ever wanted with anyone else. You don’t need experience. An experienced woman thinks she has it all figured out. It’s harder to erase what she already knows and get her to do things I know will bring her pleasure.”

  “This is more than I planned for.”

  “Let me guess. You have a little list of rules. Things that allow you to manipulate men into getting what you want without going too far.”

  “I don’t manipulate—”

  “You lead men around by a leash and control every situation.”

  “That is not what I do, but I do try to control as much as I can in my life.”

  “Who helps you when everything becomes too much for you? You need to let down your guard, and I can help you do it without feeling vulnerable. I will train you to bend to me. You will respect and trust me so completely you’ll turn your body over to me without a thought. So if you intend to fight me to see who will reign supreme…” He gets up and walks over to my side of the table. He pulls me up out of my seat, and he wraps his hands around my waist.

  “Be prepared to pay a bigger price if you make me work too hard for it.” He pulls me against his hard body, and I automatically sink into his embrace. “So are you staying or leaving?”

  Leaving would be a wise decision, but his proposition makes this even more tempting. I never let down my guard, and I don’t know him enough to do so. But I really want to.

  Chapter Three

  Kylie

  Jude walks through the archway into the bedroom area. He doesn’t pull me in after him, but he doesn’t need to. I follow willingly.

  He turns on one dim lamp, steps in front of me, and strips. I mean he looks me straight in the eyes and dares me to break eye contact to watch him baring his body. And I really want to watch. I want to see if he looks as fantastic as I’ve imagined, but I can’t seem to move my gaze from his. He’s testing me. He wants to see how much he can control me without words, and it works, because I follow the guidance in his intense gaze. Only, I never meant to give in to him so easily. I thought I was stronger, that I’d make him work hard for my obedience, but the second we walked into this room, I was his

  He moves his fingers up my arm then down until they rest between my breasts. His hypnotizing gaze finally breaks away from mine. Instead he watches as he slowly pushes the top of my dress down over my breasts. The lacey material of my strapless bra grazes my nipples as he drags it down, causing them to stiffen. My breath quickens as his fingers circle around the edge of my nipples without touching them. They ache to be touched, licked, pinched…anything would be better than this slow seduction of the mind.

  He moves in closer, and the excitement causes my heart to race. He moves his tongue across my neck, then travels down as he removes my bra. He cups my breasts in his hands and gazes at them with heated eyes. The moment his lips attach to the throbbing peak, my back arches and I moan softly.

  He lightly flicks his tongue over one nipple while pinching the other. I’m not sure if I like the soft caress of his tongue better than the painful pinch of his finger, but the mixture of sensations fogs my brain. I tangle my hands in his hair, pulling hard on the strands. He gets off on the pain because he responds with a muffled growl and becomes more aggressive. He cups my ass, crushing me against his body. He bites down on my nipple, causing me to yelp as he lifts me up and places me on the top of the dresser. His bulging erection presses against my soaked satin panties. I wish the barrier between us would disappear so he could be where I need him the most.

  I ignited something in him, because he continues to bite on my breast and neck while hiking my dress up over my hips. He hooks his fingers in the thin band of my panties, and I lift up so he can drag them down my legs. He pulls me to the edge of the dresser with two strong hands wrapped around my outer thighs. His warm flesh presses against my aching center, and I want it now. I pull on him with my hands and legs, urging him to do it, but I know he’s going to take me on his own terms.

  He pulls back and stares into my eyes as he slips his finger into me. He pushes in slow and deep, then adds another finger, working me hard and fast, and all while he watches my reactions to his master manipulations. I try to hold back my moan and be as unemotional as he is, but when he hooks his fingers inside me, I lose that battle.

  “Umm…” I plant my palms on the dresser and push my hips into his thrusting fingers. He presses his lips against my ear and says in a gruff voice, “Once I push my cock into this tight little pussy, it’s like you signing your name on a contract. Your screams, moans, and cries will all belong to me. I will control your pleasure and your pain, and you’ll beg me for your orgasms.”

  I don’t know this man. He could be sadistic pervert, but I’m not in control now. I’ve let carnal pleasure override all common sense, and I’m ready to jump over the edge into insanity for this man. He pulls back and gives me a dark look that sends chills of excitement up my spine. Even though my mind is telling me I’m having the wrong reactions, I don’t care. Fear does not factor into this scenario because I can’t bring myself to fear something that makes me feel alive, makes me want stronger than I’ve ever thought possible.

  He continues to stroke me with his finger while rolling his thumb over my swollen clit. Beads of sweat form on my skin as the ache increases.

  “Do you understand what you’re getting yourself into?” he asks.

  I nod because I fear I’m incapable of speech. I understand this is not going to be like anything I’ve ever experienced. What I can’t understand is how his voice is so calm when I’m on the edge of something explosive. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I whimper from the loss. I watch under heavy eyelids as he reaches for his pants and pulls a condom out of the back pocket.

  As he steps back to roll it over his straining cock, I get my first glimpse of his body. He’s overwhelmingly provocative. Larger and more dominating than I expected. His shoulders are wide, and the steely contours of his chest are just as hard as the tight, flat muscles of his abdomen. He’s all masculine strength, and power radiates off his lightly bronzed skin. His fingers tremble as he rolls the latex over his massive erection. Oh…that’s not going to fit in me.

  He spreads my legs, his fingers dig into my thighs, and his breathing is ragged. He’s going to fuck me raw, and before I can reach out and hold him off, he slams into me with one thrust, filling me completely. The sting from his quick invasion sends jolts of pain and pleasure through my core. My head jerks back, hitting the mirror. My brain doesn’t register the pain for too long because every cell in my body focuses on the incredible stretch of his cock inside of me. He shifts, and I groan from the incredible pressure.

  “Shh,” he whispers in my ear. “Relax and don’t shut down on me. Let me s
how you how a little pain can heighten your pleasure.”

  He pulls out slowly then thrusts back in one sharp motion. My breath catches in my throat, and my eyes begin to tear up.

  Oh God, he’s a lot more than I can handle.

  “Do you need me to stop?” That’s what he asks, but what I hear is, Do you give up? There’s no way I came this close to having him to give up now. I shake my head and take a couple of deep breaths. This is even more intense then when I lost my virginity, and I realize the sex I’ve had is nothing in comparison to this. He makes me feel like I’ve never done this, and I want him to give me more. Teach me what it’s supposed to be like and make me feel things I’ve never imagined.

  “You need a safe word.”

  “Do I need to pick it now?”

  “If you need me to stop, say red.”

  I reach out and wipe the sweat that’s formed between his eyebrows and caress his face. “I’m ready,” I announce.

  His grip on my thigh is ironclad, and he’s holding back with all he’s got. “Are you sure?”

  I hold his face between my hands and look into his eyes. “Fuck me,” I answer. A spark goes off in his dark eyes. He grunts, then bursts into action, pounding into me at a breakneck pace.

  “Oh God,” I cry out as my vision blurs and he consumes me. The twinges of discomfort subside, and the pleasure increases swiftly. It strums through my body, putting all my senses on standby for what can only be an eruption. He closes his lips around my nipple, and my toes curl as I begin to tremble from the inside out. Just when I think I can’t take the intense sensations anymore, he nips my nipple with his teeth and rubs my throbbing clit with his finger, pushing me toward the release I need. My body quakes, my muscles tense, and I shriek loudly as I come with no care for anything except what this man can do to my body.

  As I begin to come back to reality, I notice how hard the dresser is shaking and feel how slick Jude’s skin is underneath my fingertips. I try to look into his eyes, but his head is lowered and his eyes are trained to where his cock is thrusting savagely into me. His muscles jerk and tighten until it feels like I’m holding on to solid rock.