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“I didn’t let you climax that night.” His gaze hypnotized
her, his words immobilizing. “I made you wait so you’d understand that
everything you were, everything you did, all your pleasure was under my
control. And you loved it. If you try to deny it, I’ll know you’re lying.”

No, she couldn’t deny it. He was right. Despite her history
as a sub, the way she’d embraced pain, with Brian, a switch had flipped in her
brain. That night, something dark inside her sprang to life, a depraved side to
her nature that she hadn’t even known was there.

In retrospect, she realized that although she’d considered
herself a smart, together woman, she’d been far less sophisticated than she’d
imagined. That had made her vulnerable to Brian, something she was trying
desperately to remember. But when he touched her this way, when the low timbre
of his voice vibrated through her, thoughts scattered as if a wind swept
through the restaurant, blowing away her best intentions.

Cord. I have to think of Cord.

But with Brian holding her hand, still rubbing that
sensitive place on her skin, still speaking to her in that beguiling manner,
Cord was the last person she wanted in her head. She had the feeling she was
drinking too much wine but when he refilled her glass, she lifted it to her
mouth automatically.

“I took the liberty of ordering for us,” she heard him say.
“I know what appeals to you.” His grip on her hand tightened fractionally and a
bit of a hard edge crept into his voice. “I’m best for you. I’ve proved that
before. And I’m going to remind you.”

* * * * *

Afterward, Fallon couldn’t have told anyone what she ate if
her life depended on it. Except for the chocolate cake, a favorite of hers that
she was sure he’d ordered deliberately. When he reached across the table to
catch a dab of frosting on her lip, she jerked her head back. Anger flared in
his eyes and he gripped her chin.

“Don’t pull away from me, Fallon. I only want to take care
of you.”

In a very tiny part of her brain, she knew she shouldn’t let
herself be swayed. But somehow, in his presence, when he touched her, common
sense and intelligence fled. She also knew she shouldn’t have had so much wine.
It was having a more potent effect on her today than usual, making her mind
dull and her body loose. Brian had kept refilling her glass and she, dummy that
she was, kept drinking to calm her frazzled nerves. She knew better. She knew
better about all of this.

How had she so stupidly thought she could maintain any kind
of control?

By the time they had finished lunch, between the wine and
the buttons he knew just how to push, Fallon had lost any intention of walking
away. Like a recovering drug addict with a line of cocaine laid out before her,
she wanted only the moments of bliss the destructive habit could give her. He
was obviously her drug of choice and she was far from kicking the habit. She
wanted only to go wherever Brian would take her and beg him to send her riding
the edge of pain again.

“I have a suite here also,” he murmured, stroking her arm.
“We’re going to use it to play the games you like.”

When he helped her from the booth and led her to the
elevator, she followed along like a dog chasing a stick. Tremors raced through
her pussy and the crotch of her thong was so soaked she wondered if everyone in
the restaurant could smell her musk.

At the last moment some hidden thread of common sense urged
her to gather her thoughts and run from here as fast as she could. But Brian
tightened his hold on her hand just barely to the point of pain and nudged her
into the elevator car.

“You don’t really want to leave.” His other hand cupped her
chin, tilted her head so he could skewer her with his gaze. “Do you?”

And that was all it took.

When Fallon shook her head and stood quietly beside him,
Brian had to swallow the smug smile that threatened to break loose on his face.

For one brief moment he’d thought she might actually jerk
her hand away and race from the hotel. But the effects of a year of extreme
conditioning and programming still lingered. He was sure of it. Not to mention
the wine he’d plied her with. Not enough so she was falling down drunk but
enough to make her obedient. And to arouse her.

She was his.
Only
his. From the first moment he’d
caught sight of her, seen her sensual aura, he knew she’d be perfect. Molding a
naïve sub to his will was as sexually satisfying as any of the acts themselves.
She’d been like putty in his hands. He still cursed that damn Claire Panetta
for destroying the situation.

He allowed himself to wonder for a brief moment what Cord
Jamieson would think if he knew where Fallon was now. She had to have told him
about their history. Had he been angry? Distraught? From their brief contact,
Brian didn’t think him a man to let go of his sub easily, especially one he so
obviously cared about, but the choice wouldn’t be his. After today, Fallon would
be back under Brian’s control. He was sure of it.

The elevator doors slid open smoothly, and he urged Fallon
down a short hall then into the suite, his hand at the small of her back.
Memories of the first night he’d nudged her into his brand of BDSM slammed into
him. Today he’d take her right back there.

He stopped in the living room and turned Fallon to face him.
There was a small chance she was still teetering on the edge, despite
everything he’d set up, and he had to make sure she knew this was where she
belonged. With him, and no one else.

He made his voice soft but authoritative. “You know the
routine. Clothes off. Now.”

Her fingers trembled slightly as she began to remove each
piece of her outfit. Tossing the filmy blouse to the nearest chair, she unzipped
her skirt, slid it down her hips and stepped out of it. His cock twitched as he
took note of the fact she still wore the kind of thigh-high stockings that made
his balls ache. When he got her fully back into his control, he might have her
wear them and nothing else as she walked around the house.

The house!

Damn.

He’d been so focused on getting her back, he hadn’t thought
ahead to the logistics. That was completely unlike him.

I have a monster of a house. Many rooms. I can move
Natalie to another area and install Fallon in the master wing. They never have
to meet.

Satisfaction replaced his sudden and unfamiliar spate of
anxiety. Yes, that would be the perfect solution. He would use the first few
days—maybe weeks—to isolate her until he was sure she was retrained. The
thought of it made his cock jerk again.

He raised an eyebrow when she stepped out of her thong next,
leaving the bra instead of removing that first. He was pleased to see that she
remembered the shoes stayed on. Until it occurred to him that Cord might also
have ordered it, and a spike of jealousy pierced him. He deliberately fought it
back. After today, what Cord Jamieson liked or disliked would no longer matter.

Finally, eyes still downcast, she unhooked the bra and, with
seeming reluctance, slid the straps slowly down her arms and eased the fabric
away from her breasts.

When he saw the nipple rings, his anger sparked again.

Goddamn it!

Automatically she clasped her hands behind her back and
bowed her head.

He moved closer, staring at the rings. He wanted to just rip
them from her body but that wasn’t the kind of pain he inflicted, although he
was tempted to make an exception. He opened the clasp on one of them, eased the
thin post from the nipple. She opened her mouth as if to protest but he
squeezed her breast, hard enough to leave prints, and she swallowed whatever
she had been about to say.

When he held the circle of gold in his fingers, his keen
eyesight spotted the engraving. Upon noticing the initials CJ engraved on the
delicate jewelry, he had to work hard to control his rage.

How
dare
she? How dare
he
?

Swallowing back that wrath, he removed the other one, walked
over to a wastebasket and dropped them inside.

“Those are
my
nipples,” he told her in a hard voice.
To emphasize his point, he bent and took them in his mouth one at a time, first
sucking then biting the tender buds.

She tensed and for a moment looked as if she was going to
argue with him. Then she merely bit her lip. Good. Smart. There was nothing for
her to say, except why she’d let another man put his stamp on her.

“Mine,” he growled. “No one else touches them and
no one
else
adorns them or claims ownership. I’ll decide what nipple jewelry to
give you and when.” He drew in a deep breath to calm himself but he couldn’t let
this pass. “Did you come here today expecting me to fuck you? To use your body
as only I can, until you scream for mercy?”

When she said nothing, he snapped, “Answer me!” He pinched
her nipples. “Now.”

“Y-Yes, Master.”

Her entire body trembled as she spoke, the familiar sign
that she was in the grip of a combination of fear and lust. Excellent. Just
what he wanted.

He looked around the room, deciding how he wanted to
proceed. “Too bad you’ve displeased me so much,” he told her in his commanding
Dom voice. “You’ve been a disobedient slut, and as such, should be disciplined
properly. You don’t deserve satisfaction. Not yet.”

She stood there silently, head bowed, hands clasped
appropriately behind her back. It would take every ounce of his discipline not
to throw her on the floor and screw her into the carpet. Fuck her blind, until
she never thought of another man again. Never entertained any thought of
leaving him.

“Go to the window and stand facing the street. Do it now,”
he snapped when she didn’t move at once.

“T-The window?”

Jesus!
Had she lost her brain? She’d never questioned
him before. Obviously some serious retraining was needed.

“The window.” He pointed. “There.”

“W-What are you going to do?”

“Since when does a slave ask her Master a question like that?”
He turned her to face the window, slapped her ass as hard as he could and
nudged her to move in that direction. “Go.
Now
.”

On slightly unsteady legs, she walked over to the window and
waited.

He knew exactly the tone of voice to use with her right now,
a mixture of sensual and harsh. Tempt but punish. “Grab the drapes on either
side with your hands and hold on tightly. Do not let go under any
circumstances.”

She did as commanded, her fingers digging into the soft
velvet material. Outside of the little exchange of words they’d just had, she
was obedient and pliable. She’d be more so when he finished with her this
afternoon.

He glanced out the window. Below them, traffic crowded the
busy streets of San Antonio. Across from them, office buildings rose like
concrete fingers toward the sky. The sheer curtains beyond the heavy velvet
drapes would prevent people from actually seeing her naked, but Brian wanted
her to have the feeling of being exposed. Of knowing he could do what he wanted
with her in full view of the public.

He gathered the items he wanted and carried them to a low
table near the window.

“It’s very interesting,” he said in a conversational tone,
“how taking away sight enhances every other sense so acutely. It’s the greatest
kind of sensory deprivation.” Placing the folded silk over her eyes, he tied it
in place at the back of her head. “Every nerve in your body will be more
reactive. Responsive. You will feel everything to a much greater degree.”

He stood back a moment, admiring the line of her body, her
long legs and curving hips. The sweet roundness of her ass. Just to satisfy his
curiosity, he trailed his fingers through the cleft of her buttocks, down to
her pussy, smiling with satisfaction when he found her already wet. By the time
she’d deserted him, he’d turned her into a real pain junkie, though on a much
lower level than he’d have liked. As well, he’d conditioned her to the pleasure
she’d receive if she obeyed him strictly, the deprivation she’d receive when
she didn’t.

He might have to push her to reach that level again but
certainly, based on her physical response right now, he wasn’t starting from
scratch. Whatever type of Dom Cord Jamieson was, he hadn’t destroyed what Brian
had spent so much time creating.

Taking a step back, he picked up the heavy crop he’d taken
from the drawer and drew it back.

Whack!

He laid it across both cheeks of her ass, leaving a bright
red mark. She flinched and cried out, but didn’t try to move from her position.

The sight of her quivering buttocks and the cry that pierced
the air shot through him like a bolt of erotic lightning. Jesus, he wanted to
fuck her right now. Throw her over the arm of the couch, wrists bound, legs
spread wide. First in her cunt then in her ass, making her come so many times
she’d lose her mind.

Because that was what it was all about for him. Making his
sub lose her mind so she was nothing more than his puppet. Albeit a puppet he
could use in every perverted sexual manner possible.

Slowly he drew in a breath and released it. This was strictly
about punishment and reminding her not just who was in charge, but the erotic
places he could take her. If only she would remember to please and obey.

He applied the crop again, not holding back on the force. It
was important for her to accept who was in control and what happened when she
disobeyed.

He slid his hand between her thighs and reached for her cunt
again, feeling how much wetter she was. After just the two strokes.
Yes!
Nice and juicy. He’d found that dark place inside her and conditioned her to
this response. He found her clit and pinched it then tugged, hard. She screamed
again and her body shook as she tried to squeeze her legs together. More liquid
flooded his fingers.
Damn!
The extreme pain response was still there,
exciting him even more.