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  Shaking my head, I swallow my food. “No, thank you.” I consider asking if he has any vodka. God knows, I could do with some. And that’s exactly why I don’t ask.

  I wait for him to sit back down before speaking.

  “I’ve had some time to mull things over, and I need you to know some things about me and I’m trusting you with a secret.”

  Nerves have me twirling and re-twirling spaghetti around my fork.

  “Okay.”

  “First of all, I’ve never touched a penny of my trust fund. Well, not until I bought that bottle of champagne. I wanted to get our parents something a little decadent, and it was beyond my budget. I’ve supported myself since I left high school. I won a few scholarships and worked to get myself through college.”

  I take a bite of spaghetti and Heath continues eating in silence. I appreciate his patience, that he’s not pushing.

  “I work for a non-profit organization that gets women out of abusive situations. When they call, we come running.”

  “Oh wow. Okay. I didn’t see that coming.”

  Nobody would. Because I’ve got everyone convinced I’m incapable of doing good works. Taking another bite of my food, I push down my irritation because it’s not helpful.

  “The day of the wedding, I got called out to the home of someone I know.”

  “Did you know she was in an abusive relationship?”

  “No. I mean, I took an instant dislike to the guy when I met him at the wedding, but I had no idea he’d abuse her. And to be honest, I think the wedding was the last time I’d seen her. I wasn’t good at keeping in touch. If I’d had any idea at all what was going on, I’d have…I don’t know what I’d have done. But I sure as fuck wouldn’t have abandoned her.” Fuck, that was hard to confess. I swallow at the lump in my throat.

  “That must have been tough.”

  “It was. The guilt just sits here.” I thump my fist against the middle of my chest.

  “You know it takes two to maintain a friendship. She could have reached out to you.”

  “Ah, but there’s the thing. Abusers are very good at isolating their victims from their friends, even their family. So, it’s very likely she wouldn’t have reached out to me because of him. I should have known.”

  “Georgia, will beating yourself up over it change anything?”

  I shake my head. “No.”

  “Then how about, instead of focusing on what you didn’t do, you focus on what you did? You got her out of there.”

  “Yeah, I did. But I broke rules. So many rules. As soon as I realized the call-out was to someone I know, the rules say I should have withdrawn and arranged for someone else go get her. There are reasons for the rules.”

  “To keep her safe.”

  “Not just her.”

  “Do you think he was behind the break-in?”

  “That sort of thing would be beneath him…But it still feels connected. This break-in had a quality about it that seemed almost personal. I broke the rules, and I was punished.”

  “I assume you’ve discussed this with your boss.”

  “I’m off the rotation, and I need to lie low for a week or two.”

  “That settles it, then. Regardless of when your apartment is ready, I want you to stay here until you get the all clear from work.”

  I know I should protest. I’ve been an imposition, but I’m tired and I feel safe here. “Thank you.”

  32

  Heath

  After dinner, Georgia and I clean up the kitchen and I retire to my office. I need to process everything she’s told me today. Because it means I have to re-evaluate.

  Way back this afternoon when I was feeling an urgent need to shift Georgia out of my apartment and my life, I bought her building.

  It’s been my experience that there are very few obstacles money and privilege can’t overcome. The deal took only a few hours to negotiate. I had expected a lot of a haggling, but I’d offered a fair price and the counter-offer was reasonable enough, so I accepted.

  One of my conditions of the sale was that I could get started on the installation of the new security system, and any other work I deemed necessary, as soon as the contract was signed.

  I was sure the sooner the security was in place, I could stop worrying about her and move on. Except, now it turns out there’s a potentially more serious threat than I’d anticipated, and she’s going to be here, tempting my sanity for longer than either of us expected.

  And fuck, it’s not just my sanity she tempts. I want her all the time. It’s been hard enough on my dick with her being here for the last twenty-four hours. I don’t know how I’m going to get through the next week or two.

  Maybe I won’t have to.

  What if she’s open to some kind of housemates with benefits arrangement?

  The worst that can happen is she says no, and I continue having a close and personal relationship with my right hand. At best, I get to fuck Georgia completely and thoroughly out of my system.

  It’s eight-thirty when I get a call from my lawyer to say the paperwork is all in order and I’ve got the go-ahead to bring the crews in the next morning.

  I make the necessary calls, then go look for Georgia.

  33

  Georgia

  I’m lying down in the guest room when Heath knocks on the door.

  “Can we talk for a minute?”

  “Sure, what’s up?”

  He comes in and sits on the bed. “Sex. Rough, dirty, kinky sex.”

  Oh. My pussy clenches and I force myself not to squirm. “What about it?”

  “I think we should be having it. Lots of it. Until you move back into your apartment, or until we’ve fucked each other out of our systems. Whichever comes last.”

  “You want us to be fuck-buddies.”

  “Exactly.”

  There are a thousand reasons this is a bad idea. But he made me feel, so I say fuck it. Besides, I’d be an idiot to turn down the offer of an all I can eat smorgasbord of the best sex I’ve ever had. “Okay.”

  Taking me by the hand, Heath pulls me up off the bed.

  I guess we’re starting now.

  He leads me to his bedroom.

  I’m not sure what I was expecting. Dark and heavy, I suppose. Instead, there is a large antique brass bed against one wall, and a lovely art deco dresser with a bowed front. The matching wardrobe instead of a closet is a surprise. I like this side of him.

  Pushing me up against the wall, he grabs a fistful of hair, and tilts my head back. His kiss is savage, his tongue questing deep as his lips grind against mine. With his free hand, he pulls a condom from his pocket and hands it to me. After unfastening his pants, I reach for his cock quickly roll on the condom.

  As soon as I’m done, he breaks the kiss and spins me around, trapping me face first against the wall. Holding my wrists together with one hand at the small of my back, he lifts the back of my skirt and places the bunched material in my hand.

  “Don’t let go,” he orders as he kicks my legs apart and presses his cock against the place I want it most.

  “Yes or no?” he whispers.

  “Yes.” So much yes.

  As the word leaves my lips, he bites my earlobe and plunges his cock all the way inside me. Clasping his free hand around the back of my neck, he pins my head against the wall and uses my trapped wrists for leverage as he pounds into me hard and fast. His body slaps against mine over and over as the tip of his cock bangs at my cervix.

  As the first tingles of an impending orgasm flicker low in my belly, he moves his hand from my head to my pussy, his fingers working my clit until I come so hard my legs give out.

  Releasing my pussy and wrists, he wraps his arms around my middle and stops me from falling. He pulls out of me, then picks me up and carries me across the room where he drops me on the bed. His grin is feral as he climbs on top of me. Shoving my legs wide, he plunges back into me and fucks me hard and fast until he comes on a long, low groan.

  34r />
  Heath

  Georgia is still in my bed when I wake up and my already hard cock twitches in anticipation. Before going to sleep, we discussed the nature of our dynamic. She likes her sex rough and would like to explore BDSM more deeply, particularly the D/s aspect. Not exactly a surprise, but it made me happy to hear it.

  We talked about expectations, behavior, and punishments, and agreed on a few.

  Leaning over, I kiss her mouth hard as I tangle my fingers in her hair. Her eyes open, and I roll onto my back, bringing her with me so she’s partly on my chest.

  “Looks like it’s time for you to learn your first rule. Every morning, you’re to give me a blowjob the minute you wake up, unless I wake first. In which case, you can be sure you won’t be asleep much longer. Now get busy. I’ve got an early start this morning.”

  I push her down onto my eager cock and I don’t bother holding back. Within minutes, I’m shooting a load into her throat.

  “Clean off my cock, and then it’s time for us to shower.” Given how tight my schedule is this morning, this might be a mistake, but I just don’t seem able to stay away from her.

  She looks up at me with a huge grin on her face before she starts lapping at my cock. Yeah, at this rate, I’ll be hard again before we get into the shower. And that’s going to mean a good, hard fuck. And punishment for her, for making me hard again right before I need to go to work.

  And that thought sends a fresh surge of blood southward.

  I pull her head back. “Ass up at the end of the bed.”

  As she scrambles away, I climb out of bed and grab my belt from the floor. I love strapping her with my belt because it reminds me of her pretty pink ass all day and nobody is any the wiser.

  “I told you to clean my cock, not get me hard again. For that, you need to be punished. Then I’m going to run late, and that will need to be punished, too. But I think I’ll hold off on that until I’m finished work. That’ll give you the whole day to think on what’s to come.”

  My first swing lands on the fullest part of her ass, leaving a lovely wide stripe. My second is harder, and a little lower. I won’t give her many. I only want her to suffer squirmy anticipation. There will be other times when I’ll want her suffer discomfort for days when she sits down.

  Well, maybe a little bit today, too. I walk over to the nightstand and snag the lube and the new butt plug from the drawer.

  “Remember how we talked about how I control your orgasms?”

  Georgia nods.

  “Today, you don’t get to come. And when you’re horny and wanting to sneak a little relief, consider two things. First, you’re already in trouble, for which you still have punishment waiting, and second, stolen orgasms come with a whole different set of consequences I guarantee you won’t like.”

  I take the butt plug to the bathroom where I bust it out of its packaging, then wash and dry it, ready for use.

  Georgia has turned her head and watches me approach the bed, eyes wide when she spots the plug in my hand.

  I set it on the nightstand then pull out a condom, and once I’m dressed for success, I pick up the lube and flip the top, squeezing a dollop into my palm. I slather my cock, then wipe my lube-covered hand on her ass. I don’t bother prepping her hole. This is punishment, and there’s plenty of lube on my cock to smooth the way.

  Grabbing her hip with one hand, I hold my cock in position with the other as I press hard against her hole.

  “Ow, Heath, that really hurts.”

  “Punishment usually does. What’s your safeword?”

  “Mercy.”

  “You only have two choices: safeword or take it.”

  I wait a few seconds, but she says nothing, so I press harder. As soon as the head pops in, I move my other hand to her hip and thrust home.

  She cries out, but unless I hear her safeword, or she shows real signs of distress, I’m not stopping. I pump hard, my orgasm building with each thrust until I lose control and jackhammer into her until my balls are completely empty. As I take a few moments to rest, I slide my hand between Georgia’s legs to her pussy. “Looks like we have a coincidence.” She’s like Shakespeare’s Queen Gertrude and protests too much when it comes to anal. I can work with that.

  She groans and I kiss her shoulder, pull out, and replace my cock with the plug. I don’t add more lube, there’s plenty there already, and it’s significantly smaller than my cock, so it goes in with no trouble.

  “Good girl. Now, into the shower.”

  35

  Georgia

  “No coming, and no butt plug.”

  I still hadn’t made up my mind on the first, because, fuck I’m twitchy, but the second hadn’t even occurred to me until he mentioned it, because he’d only just taken it out a few minutes ago. “Why no butt plug?”

  His grin is positively evil. “Because I said so.”

  Fucker.

  “Georgia.” He tips my chin up until our gazes meet. “Trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Enough to behave yourself today?”

  I swallow hard. I’ve spent pretty much my whole life doing the opposite of what was demanded of me, especially if it affected my happiness. I don’t know how I’m going to manage it when I’m horny as fuck and been told I can’t do anything about it. On top of that, I’ve just been told no butt plug, and given no reason why not. That right there is exactly the sort of thing that makes me rebellious.

  I want to tell him yes. I really do. But it’s not something I can promise. And if I’m nothing else, I’m at least as good as my word. “I’ll try.”

  He nods. “Fair enough. Just as long as we’re clear, trying without succeeding doesn’t save your ass from punishment.”

  And damn, if the words ass and punishment don’t make my clit throb even harder.

  “When will you be back?” Yeah, that doesn’t sound pathetic and needy.

  He smiles down at me and strokes my cheek. “Anxious to get your punishment over with?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “I won’t be late. Unless something comes up, probably around six.”

  My heart sinks. I’d hoped he’d at least get off a little early, considering he’s going in to the office so early.

  “On the plus side, bad girl, I’ve rearranged my schedule so I can have a four-day weekend starting tomorrow.”

  My belly starts flip-flopping. Four uninterrupted days with a sadist after I have a full day of being left to my own devices and orders to behave.

  “Try to be good.” He leans down and touches his lips to mine. So gentle. “I’ll bring supper home with me,” he says as he walks out the door.

  It’s not even eight, which means I have ten hours to kill not having orgasms or wearing butt plugs. I’d have started with a bubble bath, but the temptation to use the shower massage to take me to my happy place a time or ten would have been irresistible. I did promise to try to behave.

  I briefly consider the butt plug dictate. Because it was pretty clear from his words and actions we’re going to have a repeat performance of some of this morning’s activities.

  My pussy clenches at the thought. Yeah, I may not have been entirely truthful when I told him I didn’t know why I was wet.

  Apparently, I’m a bit of a pain-slut. And I’m starting to understand how Katie is wired.

  And here’s the conundrum. If I wear a butt plug, I’ll get punished, and I’ll be prepared to easily take his cock. If I don’t wear one, I’ll get hurty-ass-sex, but no punishment. Except the hurty-ass-sex is supposed to be part of my punishment. Not sure it really is, though.

  I wonder what kind of trouble I’ll be in if I rub one out.

  I try and ignore that question as I wander around Heath’s apartment being all domestic. He has a cleaning lady come in regularly, so there’s not really much for me to do, and he said he’s bringing dinner home, so it’s not even like I can kill time cooking.

  My phone rings. Speak of the fucking devil.

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��Are you going squirrelly?”

  “Kind of.”

  “Do some internet research on BDSM. I’ll email you some links for sites that shouldn’t send you running and screaming for the eye bleach. Bookmark everything that interests you. That should keep you busy for a while. And remember what I told you.”

  That evening, Heath walks in with his briefcase in one hand and a large pizza box in the other. “Are you hungry?”

  “Yes,” I say, nodding.

  “Good. I got lots because you’re going to need lots of energy.”

  He sets his briefcase down by the door, then reaches for the front of my shirt and reels me in.

  Leaning down, he takes my mouth hard, fucking it with his tongue. “Just a taste of what’s in store for you tonight. Now take this to the kitchen, I’ll be there shortly.

  A few minutes later, Heath joins me. He’s taken his jacket and tie off. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, revealing his forearms, and his top button is undone. So damn sexy.

  “Did you behave yourself today?” he asks as he loads his plate.

  “I did.” And I feel way more pleased with myself over this than I really should.

  “But you considered disobeying me. What stopped you?”

  “Can I plead the fifth?”

  “Okay. As long as you know, that’s what’s important. Now eat up. I’ve had a long day, and I’ve been looking forward to coming home to you.”

  I’ve never had anyone look forward to being with me before. It gives me a funny feeling inside I have no way of identifying.

  We spend the rest of the meal chitchatting about inconsequential things, but when Heath takes his last bite, my pussy starts throbbing.

  “I’ll take care of the kitchen. By the time I get to my bedroom, you’d better be naked on the bed, ass up, legs spread.”

  Nodding, I get up from the table and leave the room.

  By the time Heath appears, I’m soaked with anticipation. I’d spent the entire day in a state of constant arousal, no thanks to all that research I did, but spread out on the bed like this, alone and naked, has morphed my arousal into desperately horny.