Persuading Suzanne

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Chapter One lease tell me you’re joking.” Suzanne shook her head. “Nope. I’m dead serious.” The grey-haired man on the other side of the desk spun his chair to look out the window directly behind him. After a few deep breaths, he spun back to face her. “Why?” “Because there’s a market for it.” “Prove it!” Suzanne was unflustered by the abrupt command, having had it directed at her every time she proposed an article for his trendy magazine, Me. She was also confident he was going to accept her pitch—despite being a freelance writer, George MacKenzie had never yet turned down any of her ideas, no matter how wild. Why would he, when his market surveys showed increased readership every time one of her articles was featured? She was good at raising controversy and wasn’t necessarily politically correct, but she was always dead on the money when it came to targeting his readers. She pulled a sheaf of papers from her briefcase and

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Persuading Suzanne flipped through them, finding the statistics from a recent nationwide poll before tossing them on his desk and jabbing her pen at one particular section. “According to this, 73% of adult Americans admit they know less about sex than they’d like to, 42% would consider experimenting with different—“ she hesitated, “—kinds of sex, but 92% of those surveyed were uncomfortable talking about it.” “And?” Suzanne stifled a sigh. Sometimes she wondered about George MacKenzie’s business acumen. After thirty years in the industry, he still wanted everything spelled out. “And that means a huge number of people will read my articles because they’ll be a nice, non-threatening source of information. I’m not aiming for the pornographic magazine readers, I’ll be writing for ordinary people.” She wasn’t going to tell him she was considering making her research a lot more in-depth than the magazine readers would ever find out about. She’d possibly even enjoy a little ‘hands-on’ investigation. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy sex, exactly… Oh, who was she kidding? She hated it! Messy, sweaty, groping around in the dark. The man puffing and panting as he came, then rolling over with a grunt of satisfaction, leaving her… Leaving her… what? And that was the problem, she’d decided. She must have been missing something. After all, other women seemed to enjoy it. Maybe she could use her own article to find out what it was she was missing. She gathered up her papers again, pretending disinterest. “73% of the population want to read this, 2

amy o'connor George. Are you interested?” He steepled his fingers and stared at her before snapping out an affirmative. “I’ll want a series of three articles, first one on my desk next Wednesday. Usual rates.” She smiled nicely, gracious in victory, but hesitated again, suddenly unsure when he didn’t accept her offered hand as she went to leave. “Not so fast!” George splayed his hands on his desk, then pinned her with his stare. “You may not be on my payroll, but I still have a responsibility for you. If you’re going into the sort of places I assume you are, you are not to go alone. My son’s just joined me on the magazine and you can take him wherever you go. Understood?” Suzanne clenched her teeth together to stop herself saying something she’d regret. “No, sir, it is not. I work alone.” “Not this time, you don’t.” This was not in the plan and was going to make… experimentation… more than a little difficult. “Sir…” she protested, trying to project a note of warning into her voice. “Don’t argue with me! He’s a competent journalist, been covering the wars in the Middle East for the past few years. This’ll be a piece of cake for him.” “It is my proposal, and I’ll do it my way.” “Granted.” A hint of a smile creased his mouth. “You’ll get the by-line, you can write the articles yourself, but you’re stuck with him. He’ll be your shadow for the next few weeks. Take it or leave it.” She met his gaze, considering furiously. What 3

Persuading Suzanne choice did she have? If she was lucky, his son would be one of the chauvinistic, gung-ho—and patently unintelligent—reporters who thought yelling dumb questions into a suspect’s face was good journalism. Having to deal with men like that on a daily basis had been why she’d decided to go freelance in the first place. If he was the sort of single-minded idiot she was hoping for, she could probably just find him a front row seat at some seedy strip club, grab him a beer, and he’d never even notice when she disappeared to do her own thing. Satisfied with her reasoning, she stood up and enjoyed the momentary power play as she looked down on him. She waited until George had levered himself upright, and again held out her hand. “I’ll take it.” **** Mike MacKenzie grimaced, swirled the dregs of his coffee, then swallowed. The café was busy, the waitress almost running to keep up with the orders, but she miraculously appeared at his elbow with the coffeepot almost as soon as he’d replaced his cup on the table. Well, maybe not so miraculous, he conceded. He’d never had to try too hard with women. They seemed to gravitate towards him whether he wanted them to or not. Not that he really understood it—he didn’t think he was particularly good-looking—but there was obviously something that appealed. Right now, he wasn’t happy. He’d taken up the 4

amy o'connor editorial position for Me like his father had wanted, and geez, it was boring. Of course he’d known that moving straight from war correspondence to a lifestyle magazine was going to be a big change, but he hadn’t anticipated just how much he’d hate it. For three weeks now he’d been sitting behind a desk, sorting through other people’s articles. He desperately wanted to get back into the field. However, playing babysitter to some dry old spinster who’d taken it into her head to find out about sex wasn’t exactly what he considered getting back to the real world… Mike stifled a groan and rested his head on his hand. He wondered if his old job was still open with the newspaper. Anything had to be better than this! And why did they have to meet in a café, anyway? Still, he had to concede that at least he could watch the world walking by as he waited. He straightened as a tall blonde appeared on the other side of the windows. What would the chances be like of her actually walking into the café? Probably not high. And the chances of her being interested in him? Lower again. He smiled at the train his thoughts were taking. He was supposed to be here on business, not checking out the local talent. Not that he’d done much of that since he’d been back in the country. What with stepping straight into the old editor’s shoes and actually making his old condo habitable… well, he hadn’t had much time. Moving back had taught him a few very important things. Actually, it was living out of a suitcase for 5

Persuading Suzanne years that had taught him just how awful his condo had been. He’d sauntered out of his bachelor flat three years ago—suitcase in hand—locked the door, and hadn’t looked back. It wasn’t until he’d returned that he realized how much he’d changed. Now he actually preferred home cooking over pizza and take-out. He couldn’t stand having his stuff spread around in a massive mess. And he really appreciated a cold beer—there’d been way too few of them around when he’d been dodging bullets to get his next story. And he really, really appreciated having a good comfortable sofa. There was still nothing like racking back with his feet up, a beer close to hand, and football on the box. He just preferred his home to be a little more… streamlined these days. The problem, however, was that even though he’d learnt to value what he’d taken for granted most of his life, he was still totally bored with the new desk job. It had been too big a change, and all at once. War zone one day, plush high-rise office the next. It wasn’t a simple case of livening up his life by getting back into the endless round of parties and clubs either. Three years ago, sure, he’d have been all for it. Now? The whole idea was enough to make him shudder. He’d had enough of simpering women hanging on his arm, wanting to become the next Mrs MacKenzie. And all because he was next in line to inherit the magazine. Sheesh. Did they think he was so dumb that he couldn’t work out their motives in… oh, a millisecond or less? So why was he watching this particular woman? He grimaced. Chances were, she’d be exactly the 6

amy o'connor same as every other woman he’d ever dated. More interested in his wallet and his name than who he was and what he wanted out of life. And it wasn’t twopoint-four kids and a slobbering dog! Though a dog could be nice… He turned his head to follow her progress. There was something interesting about her. Maybe it was just the way she seemed totally unaware of how attractive she was. Most women who looked that good would have at least worn something a little more figure-hugging. Her jacket looked very comfortable, very well-worn—and very daggy. **** Suzanne wasn’t happy. Traffic had been heavy so she was running late, she’d spilled coffee on her favorite leather jacket, and she was starting to give serious consideration to exactly why she was doing this. Maybe she should just get herself back into the club scene and start dating again. How bad could it be? Very. She wanted more than some guy giving her a quick head-to-toe scan, deciding she was suitable, then wanting nothing other than her body for the night. Yes, she wanted sex—she wanted to know what she was missing out on—but she knew from experience she wasn’t going to get that on a smoke-filled dance floor. God only knew what she wanted—she certainly didn’t. But she figured that getting to know herself, her own likes and dislikes, was a good first step in the 7

Persuading Suzanne right direction. Finding a partner would come later. How could she be comfortable having a man in her life when she wasn’t comfortable with herself? So, time to take that next step. She was a competent journalist, dammit, and that was all this darned editor she’d had foisted on her needed to know! She summoned a bit of professional bravado— head up, shoulders back—and stalked through the open door of the café. It was nearly full, but most tables had a couple of people, and only two held a single man. She glanced between them, trying to decide. Both were thirty-something and both were casually dressed in jeans and an open-necked sports shirt. Then one of them raised his hand to call the waitress over, holding up his cup for a refill and laughing loudly at some joke he’d made. Even from the far side of the room, Suzanne felt the waitress rolling her eyes. That had to be him, the typical male journo. As she threaded her way through the tables, she cast a wistful glance at the other man. If she was in the market—which she wasn’t, she reminded herself—he’d be the sort of guy she’d be aiming for. Thick, dark hair brushed back off his forehead and a body she wanted to reach out and touch. She wondered what color his eyes were? Grey, perhaps? That would suit his rugged outdoorsy look. His table was right beside the one she was heading for and she had to brush past him. She couldn’t help herself—she ran her fingernails lightly across his well-muscled shoulder as she passed. He looked up at her touch and Suzanne stopped, 8

amy o'connor mesmerised. Yep, they were grey. They were also the most captivating eyes she’d ever looked into. A slow smile crossed his features. His eyes darkened to the color of summer thunderclouds, and she finally understood what it meant for someone to have bedroom eyes. She was caught and if his voice was even half as sexy as his smile, she was definitely in trouble. “Were you looking for me?” His voice was deep and his eyes, amused. Oh, yeah, he was just exactly what she was looking for. Then reality intruded on her dreams and she shook her head slightly. “Sorry. I’m meeting someone here and I’m already late.” His smile broadened and he glanced towards the man at the next table, silently questioning why she’d want the other guy when she could have him. Her own gaze followed and she noted the slight paunch and dark bags under the stranger’s eyes. What she wouldn’t give to be working alone. Or with StormyEyes… “That’s just too bad,” he drawled, seeming to enjoy the way her lips puckered in distaste when she looked towards the next table. “Yeah, it is,” she murmured, shooting him a rueful smile, then slipping into the vacant seat opposite the oh-so-obvious journalist. The stranger looked at her, clearly surprised, then plastered a vaguely lecherous smile on his face. “I’m Suzanne Briggs. I believe you’re expecting me?” 9

Persuading Suzanne The man opposite looked at her blankly but his smile didn’t waver. “You are Mike MacKenzie, aren’t you?” She blushed as he shook his head. In an instant Mike’s boredom vanished. He stirred in his seat and stood up politely. “I’m Mike MacKenzie. Maybe you were looking for me after all?”

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f all the embarrassing mistakes to make—and of all the possible people to make it with… Suzanne quickly apologized to the other man then swapped tables, hitching her chair out with her ankle and collapsing prettily into it. She opted for the ditzy blonde routine, widening her eyes slightly. “Gosh! How embarrassing!” She ran her hand haphazardly through her hair, twisting a stray piece neatly behind her ear, and looked up at him from under her eyebrows. Those gorgeous come-to-bed eyes were locked on her face. His voice was husky, sending a tremor straight through her. “I am so glad you’re my date.” “I am not your date!” she shot back, “and I’ll thank you to remember it!” He leaned back, rocking gently, his eyes never leaving her own. She was trapped as effectively as if he’d tied her to the chair. Now there was a thought… She reddened. “I don’t know exactly what you’re imagining, but I’m seeing a king-sized bed and a tangle of limbs. Yours.” He paused suggestively. “Mine.” Oh. My. 11

Persuading Suzanne For a fraction of second his eyes were hooded by his lashes and Suzanne tore her gaze away. With just a few well-chosen words, he’d sent her imagination soaring and she hated him for it. He was obviously way out of her league. “Get your mind out of the gutter. We’re supposed to be working together, not sleeping together!” He winked, still as relaxed as a leopard in the sun, and watched her expression as she finally realized he was teasing. Awareness was chased off her face and she blushed, then scowled. Mike laughed, a rich rumble that slid enticingly around her. They seemed to be wrapped in a private cocoon and it locked out the noise of the people around them. “I think we should have this conversation somewhere more private, don’t you?” he suggested, languidly unfolding his body from the seat. He tossed a bill on the table, waited for her to stand, then escorted her out the door, his hand burning on the small of her back. There was a park across the road and Suzanne led the way, picking out a patch of grass under a shady tree. She curled her legs under her and watched in fascination as Mike dropped gracefully to the ground beside her, instantly at ease, with his back propped negligently against the tree. For the first time she noticed just how wide his shoulders were and seeing him sprawled there like that, his jeans stretched tight over his ass, was more than she could handle. The denim was molded over his buns, leaving nothing to the imagination. She doubted he was wearing 12

amy o'connor underwear…surely she’d see it if he were? God, he had a good ass. “So.” His amused comment brought her back to the present with a thump. “Yeah. So.” She managed to sound unimpressed. Good body—no, great body, she corrected herself—or not, he was still in her way. “George said you don’t want me?” He cocked a quizzical eyebrow. “You got it. I don’t want you trailing around behind me like some overgrown puppy with his tongue hanging out.” He stretched, flexing his arms and showing off his biceps. Was he doing that on purpose? If he didn’t stop soon, she’d be the one doing the drooling. “Why not?” How could she answer that? Because I’m planning on getting laid? Not likely. She didn’t need him running back to daddy, telling tales. She opted for a neutral, “Because I’m used to working alone.” Apparently he accepted her excuse. He didn’t question it, anyway. “I hear you’re planning on checking out a variety of places—sex shops, brothels, strip clubs, the BDSM clubs?” Suzanne flushed again, hoping like hell there was no one around to overhear their conversation. “That’s right.” He leaned back more comfortably, closing his eyes against the sun. “You going to approach the management, tell ‘em who you are and interview them, or are you going to visit on the sly?” “I might interview later, but I thought I’d start by 13

Persuading Suzanne having a look around. So?” “You ever been to any of these places?” She shook her head, forgetting his eyes were closed. “Didn’t think so.” She jumped guiltily. When had he opened his eyes again? “What’s that got to do with anything?” she demanded. He smiled lazily. “You won’t learn a thing unless you’ve got good contacts. Got any?” He waited as she shook her head, then continued. “I do.” “And?” She was curious about his ‘contacts’. He didn’t exactly look like the kind of guy who spent all his free time hanging out at brothels and strip clubs… His voice rumbled close to her ear, sinfully tempting. “I might be willing to share my, ahem, expertise.” “And why do you think I need your help?” He rolled onto his stomach, reaching out as he did so to grab one of her hands. He held it up to his face and inspected it minutely, his thumb tracing soothing circles on her palm. She tried to tug it back but he hardly seemed to notice, simply holding her wrist more firmly. A forbidden thrill rocketed through her and she attempted to remind herself that she didn’t like this man. Didn’t want to spend any time with him—he was in her way. She tugged again, experimentally, and felt her panties dampen as she realized she was truly stuck. “Why would I need your help?” she repeated 14

amy o'connor breathlessly. **** Mike grinned at her response. She could feel her pulse fluttering at the base of her throat and knew her eyes had turned dreamy. “Because,” he murmured, pressing a wet kiss into her palm, “I think this quest is personal.” He blew gently on her damp skin, watching her tremble. “Am I right?” His words came from somewhere in the distance and, somewhat hazily, she wondered how he’d guessed. Was it so obvious she didn’t know much about sex other than the lights-off, totally dull kind? She denied it, hoping her voice sounded stronger than it felt. “Uh-uh, don’t lie to me,” he whispered, flicking his tongue between her fingers and painting more gentle swirls across her palm. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as the sensations took hold. She shifted restlessly on the grass. Lost in a fog of desire, she realized he hadn’t even kissed her, hadn’t touched her anywhere but her hand. What the hell was he doing to her? “Am I right?” His words finally penetrated and she jerked upright. “No!” He laughed at her response, the sound husky in the quiet of the park. “Liar,” he told her. Suzanne lashed out at him with her free hand, only to have him capture it too. With both her hands 15

Persuading Suzanne trapped in one of his, she reacted automatically, raising her legs to jack-knife them into him. She never had a chance. Before she knew what he was doing, he’d rolled her onto her back, hands trapped above her head and his weight pressing her into the ground. His hips rested lightly on hers and she could feel his arousal pressing into her. A tentative wriggle confirmed she was caught but she couldn’t help grinning when she heard his quiet groan. “Careful, or I’ll forget where we are,” he warned with an attempt at levity. “Hah!” She wiggled again, more forcefully this time, rubbing her hips into his pelvis. “Witch!” he growled and slowly lowered his head, his eyes heavy with desire. She knew what he was going to do and started to turn away to avoid the kiss. It didn’t stop him. His lips fastened over her ear instead, his tongue lapping at the sensitive curve until she moaned her pleasure. Eyes closed, she pushed herself against him, reveling in the feeling of helplessness. Completely at his mercy and enjoying it. Her nipples hardened and, without thinking, she pushed them against his shirt, pleasuring herself. In response, he rubbed his hard groin slowly against her. The friction on her clit had her squirming and another gush of moisture flooded her panties. But he kept control, forcing her to move at his speed. Frustrated, she turned her face upwards and he took possession of her mouth, his tongue swooping inside to trace her gums, then her lips. 16

amy o'connor Mindlessly, she opened to him further, lost in his mastery of her body. She protested when his lips left hers, struggling to free her hands, wanting to pull him back down to her, but his throaty chuckle brought her back to reality. They were in a public park, for goodness sake! She was lying on the ground like some wanton with him sprawled over her, his erection jammed between her legs. Suzanne struggled again, this time to get away. He rolled off her, leaving her lying there on her back. Strangely cold and embarrassed by her behavior, she sat up and turned slightly away while she tried to get some composure back. What on earth had just happened to her? Her body never reacted like that, not even in the ‘supposed’ throes of passion when she’d been in bed with a long-term lover. And Mike was little more than a stranger. She dropped her head into her hands and sighed. If she couldn’t even explain her reaction to herself, how could she possibly explain it to him? “Suzanne?” She ignored him. “Honey?” She looked up at that, once again caught by those amazing grey eyes. He’d sounded… worried? “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He was worried—it was there in his face—and, somehow, it made her feel better. She shook her head and offered, “You just surprised me.” “I think you surprised yourself,” he suggested 17

Persuading Suzanne softly. “How did you know?” He shrugged and grinned. “Experience?” “Bah!” It was a half-hearted effort and she knew it. “Why don’t you let me help me with your…research?” “Why? Feeling pity for the poor frigid girl?” she asked scathingly, trying to hide the misery in her eyes. “God, no!” He seemed genuinely shocked. “I only take women to bed when I’m interested.” He grabbed her hand and held it firmly against his crotch. His jeans were still uncomfortably tight and he rasped, “I’d take you right now if we weren’t in the middle of a public park.” Suzanne squeaked. “Oh.” He laid a reassuring hand on her knee. “Honey, if you’d said ‘no’, I’d have stopped kissing you in an instant.” “Really?” “Really. If I had to force you, I wouldn’t want you.” He rolled onto his back and stared up at the sky. “How about this, then? A dare for you.” He quirked an eyebrow in her direction, waiting until she met his eyes. Finally, she nodded. “Let me take you on a traditional date tonight— just the one,” he qualified as she started to interrupt. “If I can make you want me on that one date, you let me take control of the rest of your research. They’ll still be your articles,” he added. “And if I don’t want you at the end of the 18

amy o'connor evening?” “I’ll stay out of your hair while you’re writing.” She could see him watching her, watching as each thought flashed briefly across her face. She was tempted, she really was. Her response as she lay under him had been very revealing to both of them. She’d never even come close to orgasm, yet he’d led her there with ease. Being forcefully ‘taken’ had appealed to her and her body had reacted instinctively. Come to that, so had his cock, she realized ruefully. He’d apparently enjoyed having a willing woman captured under him. And Suzanne had thoroughly enjoyed being mastered. Equality outside the bedroom was all very well but in the bedroom? Did he always like to be in charge there? She wouldn’t mind trying a little submission… And strangely enough, even though she hardly knew him, she trusted him. “Suzanne?” “Mmm?” She was daydreaming. Should she, or shouldn’t she? “If you accept the challenge, I mean it about my being in control until the articles are finished. I’ll make sure you enjoy everything we do together, but you have to trust me.” She shivered, a thrill that rippled through her breasts and landed between her thighs. “You make it sound suspiciously like you want me to play submissive to your dominant,” she accused. He grinned down at her. “Maybe I do.” Her pulse thrummed. She’d enjoyed being kissed by him so… thoroughly. And if he didn’t manage to 19

Persuading Suzanne please her tonight, then she wouldn’t be stuck with him anymore. Where was the risk in that? “Alright.” She drew in a steadying breath. “I accept.” “Good.” He pulled himself to his feet before reaching a hand down to her. “I’ll pick you up at five, okay?” “Sure.” It was early, but it was his ‘date’… “What should I wear?” He grinned wolfishly, more obviously the predator than at any time before. “Do you own a little black dress? Preferably short?” She nodded mutely, more curious than ever. A traditional dress for a traditional date—at five o’clock in the evening? Weird.

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ike had collected her promptly at five and an hour later she was starting to understand why he’d specified such an early start. He’d steered his SUV competently through the rush hour traffic, swept out of town, and headed towards the mountains. “Nearly there,” he assured her, as they slowed and turned up a dirt road. Briefly, Suzanne wondered—again—just what the hell she was doing. And why had she agreed to let him try to seduce her? He may not have said so in as many words but she knew that was exactly what she’d agreed to. Now they were miles from anywhere and she was alone with him. Wild thoughts of missing persons and axe-wielding maniacs crossed her mind and she almost laughed out loud. As if George MacKenzie’s son would try anything that ridiculous! Still, the thought of just how much at his mercy she was sent a delicious shiver coursing through her. So far, he’d been the perfect gentleman—he’d given her a chaste kiss on the cheek when he’d greeted her at the door and his hand had rested lightly on her knee a few times as they’d stopped for 21

Persuading Suzanne traffic. Perversely, his restraint was making her want him even more. Just the thought of what those hands could do to her if he was really trying… Amused grey eyes raked over her as soon as they pulled to a stop, lingering at her breasts. His mouth quirked and ever so slowly, his gaze dropped to her waist, then the hollow between her legs. She couldn’t draw her own eyes away from his face, from his faint grin of anticipation. Then his lips parted and his tongue glided out, languidly tracing a moist line around his mouth. Suzanne wasn’t inexperienced in the basic ‘insert part A into slot B’ mechanics of sex, so she could certainly imagine exactly what he was thinking about and wriggled in her seat as a gush of moisture flooded her pussy. His grin broadened, but his eyes didn’t move, and she squirmed more urgently. How did he do that? He hadn’t even laid a finger on her! Mike’s hand drifted into her lap and without conscious thought she raised her hips, trying to get closer. He hovered over her pussy, clearly teasing, before letting his hand come firmly to rest, his skin searing hers. Then his fingers started to stroke her through her dress, long slow strokes that glided the length of her thigh. Her head fell back against the headrest and she shifted to give him better access, her legs opening under his caress. This was heaven, and she’d never imagined anything like it. An unbearable buildup of tension, except that the tighter it coiled, the more she enjoyed it, and the more she wanted it to continue. 22

amy o'connor Suzanne had never realized she could get so wet. Her cream had soaked her panties and was dripping onto her thighs. She could smell it, too—the warm, musky scent of aroused woman filled the car. She was floating in some wondrous world of sensation, too wrapped up in those sensations to worry about what he was thinking. **** Mike inhaled deeply, lifting his gaze to her face. Her eyes were closed, her face radiant and he had to stop himself from taking it any further. It would be so easy to tip her over the edge. He forced himself to lift his hand, raising it to rub her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. They were already hard but firmed even more under his hands. Suzanne’s scent was in his head, urging him to take her, to make her his but there was no way he was going to give her her first real orgasm in a car. He groaned softly and drew back, feathering butterfly kisses over her eyes and nose until she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Wanting him to continue, beseeching him to continue. “Not yet, honey,” he soothed, before turning to get out of the car. He desperately needed to stand up and ease some of the ache in his jeans. He had a hard on and a half, his cock was throbbing and there was nothing he could do to relieve it. Not just yet anyway. He had plans for after dinner and they definitely involved him burying his cock deep in that beautiful little pussy of hers. He 23

Persuading Suzanne wondered if she was a natural blonde? He’d soon find out… She may not have been sure of herself but he had absolutely no doubts that he could make her respond. Hell, technically, she already had! If he wanted to, he could hold her to her end of the dare without going any further. But that wouldn’t be quite as much fun as the evening he’d arranged. Mike wasn’t a hundred percent sure why he’d offered her the bargain he had—Heck, he didn’t even know why he’d offered to help her with her research. From the second he’d laid eyes on her as she stalked into the café, he’d felt a connection with her and he’d wanted to make her his. Yes, it had been a pleasant surprise when he’d worked out who she was— George had certainly never said anything about her being a twenty-something goddess with long blonde hair and a waist that was perfectly sized to wrap his hands around her, anchoring her just where he wanted her—but that still didn’t explain why he’d given her a fair chance to escape. Sort of. He’d immediately known where he wanted her— in his bed. He was a sucker for a challenge and this way, he’d figured, he’d at least have to work a little to get her. Then again, going on her reaction to him so far, there was no need to convince her body they belonged together. But would her mind be the same way? And could he convince her that he was what she needed? He wasn’t interested in dalliance and was not willing to settle for a relationship that involved anything less than body, mind and soul. **** 24

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As her head slowly cleared, reality intruded. What the hell did he think about her behavior? She wasn’t usually some sex-crazed slut, wantonly spreading her legs on a first date. Before the first date, actually. Yet she wasn’t embarrassed. He’d given her no reason to be, she realized. As he’d climbed out of the car, she’d seen his erection straining against his zipper. He’d urged her on and taken his own enjoyment from her uninhibited pleasure. Striving for a bit of normality, Suzanne smiled over her shoulder at him as she opened her door and started to step from the vehicle. “It’s pretty here.” If he recognized her avoidance tactic, he didn’t comment on it. “It is. And one of the only places I could think of where I could have dinner with you all by myself.” She nodded. “Too true. Definitely no waiters here.” Soon after leaving the city, Mike had told her they were heading out to a farm his family owned. There was a small holiday cabin but no other dwelling. Good cattle country, he’d said, but the few stock they ran at the moment were tended by the neighbors. Those same neighbors were over a mile away. He’d stopped the vehicle at the far end of an empty field, a wide stand of trees blocking the view further up the hill. The sun was still relatively high and it hardly felt like evening, let alone the location for a sexy date. A light breeze ruffled the trees and there was a distant hum from the occasional car on the highway far below them. Other than that, it was perfectly quiet and they could have been alone in the 25

Persuading Suzanne world. “May I?” he asked, holding his arms out to her and Suzanne stood up, cat-like, balancing on the running board as he picked her up. She thought he’d simply lift her down to the ground, but he scooped her fully into his arms, carrying her like a baby—or a newlywed, she thought with amusement—and didn’t put her down until they were through the trees and on the bank of a stream. There was a little sandy beach on the opposite side and he stepped confidently across the stepping-stones that cut a path through the burbling water. A good thing too, she mused, looking back at the way they’d come. She’d have broken an ankle if she’d tried that in her strappy, heeled sandals. Surely jeans would have been more practical than her little black dress? But not nearly as accessible, a little voice jeered in the back of her mind. It was almost the closest she’d been to him yet, held comfortably in those powerful arms and she’d even been able to feel the beat of his heart against her cheek. She would have liked to snuggle closer still and wouldn’t have protested if he hadn’t put her down. He smelt heavenly, his aftershave was fresh but light, and it didn’t mask his own very masculine scent. The sun was still quite high but he’d hardly raised a sweat carrying her from the car. Whatever his scent was, it was totally addictive. He put her down gently, supporting her until he was sure she had her balance, then stepped away. “Wait here,” he said. “I’ve got to get a few things from the vehicle.” 26

amy o'connor He just grinned and refused when she offered to help carry the picnic. “Nah. You wait here. I’ll be right back.” Suzanne stood where she was told, tolerantly watching him stride back across the stream. The stand of trees wasn’t quite as impenetrable as it had appeared from the car, and she could just see him rumbling through the boot, his back to her, as he found a picnic rug he tossed over his arm before returning. While she waited, she’d stooped to unfasten her sandals and was now dangling them from her hand. The rug was quickly spread over the sand at her bare feet and he invited her to have a seat while he got dinner ready. “Are you sure I can’t help?” “Most definitely not.” He flashed her a little-boy grin, obviously hiding something, and threw himself on the blanket beside her, casually resting his weight on one arm. Suzanne settled comfortably, careful not to touch him. “What do you think of the view?” he asked, pointing across the valley. “It looks very steep from here, doesn’t it?” “Yes.” She wasn’t at all sure why she was looking at a distant mountain when it was so pretty right here, but obediently turned where he directed. “It is nice,” she agreed and before she could look back, a piece of silky black fabric was lowered over her eyes from behind, pushing her eyelids gently shut and denying her any sight. 27

Persuading Suzanne He was suddenly very close to her, not quite touching, but so close she could feel his clothes brushing against hers when he leaned forward to adjust the blindfold. “I don’t want you to ruin the surprise by looking,” he whispered in her ear, his voice deep. It sent a thrill through her, straight past her stomach and she was suddenly very aware of just how skimpy her thong panties were. She relaxed slowly back against him until her shoulders were resting on his chest. “A surprise? Really?” Her voice was unmistakably throaty, the blindfold and the fluttering touch of his fingers as he knotted it tightly behind her head instantly arousing her. Her nipples scraped on the soft fabric of her dress as they puckered, reminding her she wore no bra. He pushed her gently upright, chuckling softly. “Yep, a surprise.” She felt him stand up and move away, the sand shifting minutely under her as he went. She ventured, “I don’t like surprises,” and pushed the blindfold up, kneeling on the blanket so she could see him more clearly. He was standing only a couple of yards away, watching her. “Tough, ‘cause this one’s a good one.” He gazed steadily down at her. “Put the blindfold back on.” “No.” Suzanne shook her head, purposely making her curls fall prettily around her shoulders, and pouted. Mike grinned, wolfish anticipation in his eyes. “Go 28

amy o'connor on. Do as you’re told or I’ll put it back myself.” “And I’ll pull it off again,” she countered, challenging him. “And I’ll tie your hands behind your back so you can’t,” he said.

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Chapter Four ou wouldn’t dare!” “Oh, wouldn’t I just?” And he took the two steps towards her, caught hold of her wrists and held them threateningly behind her back. “Are you going to leave the blindfold on?” he asked. Suzanne hesitated, licking her lips. “No.” “In that case…” He held her arms easily in one hand as he pulled another piece of the slinky black fabric from his pocket and started to wind it around her wrists, securing them behind her back. As he tied the scarf he heard her tiny in-drawn breath and saw her lips parting, the moisture glistening in the sunlight. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the sensual movement showing off her cleavage and her rock-hard nipples under the lightweight fabric of her dress. She wasn’t making any attempt to hide her arousal from him and he found his eyes drawn unerringly downwards. “I think,” he said, his voice even deeper, “that you might enjoy playing games.” He reached around her face to draw the blindfold softly back over her eyes, but stayed behind her, letting her feel his presence without attempting to touch her.

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amy o'connor “I’ve never…” she started to say, her voice hoarse, but he traced his finger gently over her lips, effectively silencing her. She flicked her tongue out, trying to grab at his finger and take it into her mouth and he drew it away, amused by her audacity. “I don’t think so.” He stroked his fingers lightly over her bound wrists and laughed as she groaned in frustration. Suzanne tugged at her wrists, feeling the fabric slide tantalizingly without giving way in the slightest. Mike hadn’t mucked around when he’d tied her. She really couldn’t escape and the thrill she felt at being in someone else’s control surprised her. This was so different—she was actually enjoying herself. And the feel of his hands, the warmth of them as he’d so effortlessly held her down… She hadn’t exactly been struggling, but even so! As to the blindfold, not being able to see left her defenseless, but it also made her more aware of every tiny movement he made. She could feel him just behind her and she desperately wanted him to touch her again. The smallest contact was sending electric shocks rocketing through her entire body and she hadn’t imagined that feeling this vulnerable could feel so good. Her pussy was dripping, ready for him. All he had to do was run his hand between her legs and he’d know just how much she wanted him. Every single hair on her body felt like it had been electrified by the same force that was making her nerves stand on end. After what seemed an eternity, he gave in and folded his arms possessively around her from behind, 31

Persuading Suzanne using her shoulders to pull her close. He held her tightly against his chest, her bound hands trapped between them, then raised his hands to trace his knuckles slowly down either side of her jaw until they joined under her chin. She arched her back against him, pushing them closer together and nudging his hands downwards. His breath was in her ear and she felt like she’d explode if he didn’t explore any further. Mike cupped his hands under her breasts, weighing them and she felt him grow impossibly harder. Her breathing quickened and she shivered in anticipation. He reached his thumbs up and slowly, teasingly, stroked her erect nipples through the fabric, his own breath drawn sharply inwards as he felt their firmness. She lifted her face, her parted lips begging him to kiss her, but he shook his head gently, again chuckling at her frustrated groan as he drew his mouth back, just out of her reach. “There is nothing I would like better,” he breathed into her ear as he slowly rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb, ignoring her delighted little gasps, “than to stretch you out across a four poster bed and handcuff you to the bed-head.” She squirmed at the thought, encouraging him to continue. “Then,” he said, “I’d slowly peel every piece of clothing off until you were completely nude and I could do to you whatever I wanted.” Suzanne wriggled more urgently, the heat building up in her as he kept murmuring into her ear. Almost lazily, one of his hands traveled a meandering line up her breast, pausing in the soft 'v' at the base of her 32

amy o'connor throat, then continuing around her collarbone and over her shoulder. His other hand was still playing with her nipple, gently pinching it as he described what he might do and the sensations from both sides of her body had her practically purring. For a long moment both his hands were still, then the zipper at the back of her dress was drawn downwards, inch by agonizing inch, the fabric parting to expose her naked back. She shivered again and felt her nipples grow even harder as a wisp of the mountain breeze crept under the loosened material. As slowly as he could manage, he let both hands drift upwards until they met, his fingers hovering over her neckline then, almost groaning himself, he let them drift slowly down, pushing her dress off her shoulders until she was bare to the waist. There was no bra to undo and as his fingers brushed over her naked breasts, she moaned softly in pleasure… The reality of her situation slithered into her consciousness. She was outside. Half-naked. Tied and blindfolded. She shuddered as a host of unknown emotions surged through her. Unconsciously, she arched her back, thrusting her breasts into his hands. “I could run my fingers all over you,” he continued, “massage you, kiss you, suck on your nipples, then stroke my way to that very soft skin high up on the inside of your thighs, but I’d never quite let you come.” He snapped playfully at her ear. “And I could keep you hanging until you were 33

Persuading Suzanne begging me for an orgasm.” While he spoke he stroked his way past her breasts and ran his hands further down under her dress, bringing them to rest lightly on her stomach, still holding her hard up against him. She could feel his erection pressing deliciously into her back, just out of reach of her bound hands and she pushed against him, tempting him to move his hands that little bit lower. He was taking his time and it was driving her crazy. All she wanted was to have him touch her, to give her that orgasm he kept telling her about. The one she’d never had and desperately wanted to try. Her blood was pounding and she started to grind her hips rhythmically into his pelvis, enjoying the feeling of his hardness rubbing on her ass, even if it was annoyingly out of reach of her fingers. “But I wouldn’t let you come,” he said directly into her ear, the laughter clear, even through his heavy breathing. His self-control was taking a battering going this slowly when she obviously wanted him, and so obviously wanted him right now. Suzanne groaned again in frustration when he didn’t move his hands but just left them resting on her stomach. “Why not?” she asked breathlessly. The answer—for him, at least—was simple, but it was too soon to be quite that honest. He couldn’t yet tell her that he needed her to accept his mastery of her and that he wanted her to willingly give him her body. He needed to be in control but he wanted her to trust him first. If they were going to take this relationship 34

amy o'connor anywhere beyond the few days he’d specified, she’d have to accept his nature. He would always be the dominant one of the pair. On some things he wasn’t negotiable. Ergo, she would have to learn to submit or, if she was the person he was starting to suspect she was, she would want to submit. “Maybe my fingers would be too tired?” he suggested instead, drumming them playfully against her, dipping them agonizingly close to the top of her panties, then letting them drift frustratingly upwards again. “Then you might have to use your tongue,” she suggested faintly as he finally moved his hands lower, stroking her curls through the thin satin fabric. Her jaw dropped as she realized what she’d just offered and Mike grinned. He doubted she’d even considered letting another man get that intimate with her yet, with only a few carefully chosen words and an exquisitely sensual touch, he seemed to have destroyed all her natural inhibitions. Her response to him had surprised them both. She was wet with wanting him and moved her legs fractionally apart, inviting him in. But he brought his hands back to her stomach and shook his head, his chin grazing lightly across the back of her neck, tickling her until she stretched like a kitten. If he went much further, he knew he wouldn’t want to stop. He’d only meant to tease her a little once he had her helpless but she wanted him so badly it had been too easy to keep going. “My tongue?” he queried, “You hussy!” He bent his head close over her ear and thrust his tongue into 35

Persuading Suzanne it, sucking on her earlobe and flicking around the edge, purposely tickling. “Like this?” “No,” she moaned, rubbing erotically against his erection. “Please, make me come…” “I did say I’d have you begging for that orgasm,” he whispered into her ear, finally sliding his hand underneath her panties and feeling his way. “Like this, perhaps?” he murmured and thrust his fingers deep inside her, sliding them back and forth between her lips, spreading her cream up to her ass as he lubricated her for his thumb. He wanted to drop his trousers, to fuck her right now, but it still wasn’t the time. She was squirming against his fingers in ecstasy and he bent them and probed, until he found her most sensitive spot, making her jerk wildly against him. His thumb circled her tight hole then he pushed it home. She stiffened and he smiled at her astonished squeak as he probed more deeply, in and out, stretching her tight little ass. Deep in her cunt, his fingers continued their sensual massage. Gradually, Suzanne relaxed into his hand, the shock of his thumb stretching her ass replaced by a haze of ecstasy as the first mild pain transformed into deep pleasure. Her body danced for him, her pussy ground into his palm and he ruthlessly held her on the edge of orgasm for as long as he could. Her mouth was open, her breathing ragged and he knew she was fast approaching the point of no return. Mike bent his head and placed his mouth firmly over hers, swallowing her rapid, panting breaths. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue 36

amy o'connor answered, her lips devouring his as if she’d take him right into her if she could. He answered in kind. Within seconds she’d climaxed, her pelvic muscles gripping his fingers over and over as she came. She flung her head back, mouth still feasting erratically on his and finally collapsed against him, shuddering as he withdrew his fingers and ran them lightly back up under her dress, gently caressing her skin as he went. As he drew his mouth back from hers, he brushed several stray hairs off her forehead. His fingers were dripping with her come and he held them near her face, where she could smell herself on him. A tiny frown puckered the edge of her mouth as she realized what it was and he decided to push her a little further, teasing her mouth with a finger until tentatively, she opened for him. “Lick my fingers clean,” he directed, his voice sensually deep. She opened her lips further and he waited patiently, hoping she’d overcome her uncertainty. Finally, still hesitant, she angled her head until his fingers fill her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, rasping down the side of one finger as she took her first taste of herself, then more confidently as she heard him groan his approval. She’d nearly licked the last of her cream from his fingers when he pulled them out and reached down to trace a tight circle around each nipple. Suzanne trembled at the unexpected caress, then thrust her breasts further towards him. Delighted by her response, he tipped her over until she was 37

Persuading Suzanne sprawled on her back, then pushed her skirt up her thighs and pulled down her panties, leaving them tangled around her ankles. She shuddered as the cooler air swirled through her glistening curls, then tightened around him as he inserted two long fingers into her vagina and scooped out more of her come. He painted each nipple thoroughly, admiring the way they pebbled under his touch, knowing her cream would dry hard and brittle. That subtle feeling of stiffness, along with the memory of how her body had reacted to his touch, should keep them nicely ready for him. **** She turned her face blindly towards him. “Whatever happened to the four-poster bed?” Mike heard the smile in his voice. “You couldn’t wait.” He wished he could do something about his own erection, but he knew it wouldn’t just go away while ever he held her so closely against him. He needed to fuck her, to bury himself deep in her hot, wet pussy, to hear her scream as she came. But not yet. Suzanne shifted slightly, moving her weight off her wrists and offering them to him. “Not a chance!” He puffed a light breath teasingly into her face before bending over her nipples, covering each of them with long, wet strokes of his tongue. “I’m still not about to trust you not to look while I get dinner,” and he pushed her gently away from him, stretching as he stood up. 38

amy o'connor “And that was…?” she asked, confused. “Starter?” he suggested. “It would have been rude to leave you…unfulfilled…but now you can just wait until dinner’s served.” His eyes ran over her appreciatively. She was almost nude, her dress in a tangle around her waist that left her breasts and pussy exposed to his gaze. For a moment he considered stripping off her dress entirely and leaving her there—stark naked and caught on her back with her hands trapped beneath her. She was obviously enjoying the vulnerability… Instead, he yanked her panties off her ankles and tossed them aside before tugging her back onto her knees, briskly straightening her dress and zipping it up. He stepped away, laughing at her shock that he was actually leaving her helplessly bound and blindfolded and headed towards the SUV, wondering what she’d do. Suzanne sat where he’d left her, listening to the water rippling over the pebbles in the bed of the stream. Other than the quiet sounds of Mike unpacking, it was peaceful and she was too well satisfied to bother protesting. If he’d untied her wrists now she wouldn’t have peeked, but he didn’t know that. After all, she’d been the one who’d dared him to do it. She hadn’t been lying when she’d started to say that no one had ever tied her up before, nor had she expected to find it so erotic. And she certainly hadn’t expected him to bring her to orgasm like that—and so easily! For the past ten years or so, she’d definitely been missing something in her sex life. He knew exactly what to do with his fingers… 39

Persuading Suzanne She smiled secretly to herself, wriggling so her nipples brushed against her dress. The touch of her naked pussy on her legs, her juices dripping slowly down her ankles, was driving her mad. She was sticky, it was keeping the sensations he’d started in her very close to the surface and she loved it. The sane, normal, side of her was insisting she should be humiliated by his treatment of her. He’d made her feel like a life-size doll, that she was there purely for him to play with. It had amused him to dress her, to undress her, to position her on her back with legs akimbo, to give her an indescribable orgasm. Whatever he’d wanted to do, he had and with never a ‘please’ or ‘thank you’. And how easily had he stolen her wits, flinging her into that amazing inferno of sensation? He had obviously enjoyed taking control like he had. He hadn’t been able to hide his own arousal, but he hadn’t tried to do anything about it either. Dessert, perhaps?

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ike saw the little smile and couldn’t help staring as she kept kneeling on the blanket, not looking the slightest bit unhappy about how he’d left her. His underwear was way too tight and he cursed his own lack of control in giving in to her so easily. He’d meant to tease her more, to make her wait, and hadn’t expected she could arouse him as much as she had. He enjoyed sex—hell, who didn’t—but it wasn’t normally quite so…intense. There was definitely something special about Suzanne, and he desperately wanted to complete what they’d started. Doggedly, he went back to unloading the vehicle, determined to finish romancing her properly like he’d originally planned. Everything else could wait. He carted several loads to the little beach, setting up a folding table and chairs and unpacking the picnic baskets and cooler. Suzanne ignored the activity, just sitting quietly on the blanket where he’d left her. She’d fidgeted, until she was sitting with her legs straight out in front of her. Now she was scrunching the fine white sand through her toes, still looking completely relaxed despite the fact her movement had made her skirt ride high up her legs, 41

Persuading Suzanne exposing her upper thighs and a glimpse of moist golden curls. He approached her softly, the sound of the sand under his feet giving him away, and she turned to him, smiling. “Are you ready yet?” “I am.” Thank goodness for the blindfold, he thought, staring at her. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips sensuous, and she looked rumpled, like she’d just got out of bed after a night of extremely satisfying sex. She was almost glowing, and he told himself it was the impending sunset, not the orgasm, even though he knew differently. And knowing it made him want to go straight back to where he’d left off. Without meaning to, his voice was husky when he added, “I’m always ready for you.” Suzanne blushed. She couldn’t see him but she could imagine exactly what he was talking about. That huge erection had been pressed hard up against her back while he’d been stimulating her and she doubted it had disappeared. By the sound of his voice, it was back in earnest. “Blushing?” he asked mildly, as he struggled to overcome the urgent signals his body was sending out. “The table’s set, so yes, I’m definitely ready.” And then some… “That’s good, because I’m ravenous,” she said, parting her lips in a sultry pout that played havoc with his good intentions. “Seafood?” he whispered in her ear as he plucked at the scarf binding her wrists. “Strawberries? Chocolate?” “All of the above,” Suzanne agreed, “but not 42

amy o'connor oysters.” “Not oysters?” She stretched her arms above her head with a luxurious sigh but didn’t attempt to remove the blindfold. “They’re yucky little things.” Mike stared at her quivering breasts and supple limbs in fascination. She was so sexual. He couldn’t understand why she’d thought she was so cold. “Yucky?” he asked. “How’s that?” “I’m not going to tell you what they remind me of,” she told him laughing, “You can just use your imagination!” She stretched her legs out more gracefully in front of her, smoothing down her dress and wriggling her toes in the sand. “So, can I take the blindfold off yet?” she asked. Mike had to shake himself back to the present. Her elegance kept catching his attention and it was hard to look away. “Not quite.” His voice was still hoarse as he reached his hand out to hers. She grasped it willingly and let him draw her upright, standing passively while he moved behind her. His fingers caught at the knot in the blindfold but he persevered, choosing to untie it rather than pull it off, knowing the gentle fiddling of his fingers in her hair was arousing her again. Between his continual gentle touching, the tightness in her nipples, and the moisture he knew was still dripping from her cunt, he planned to keep her horny for him all evening. She sighed softly as the black fabric finally fell away but he left his hands resting lightly over her 43

Persuading Suzanne eyes and felt her blink in the filtered light, her eyelashes tickling his palms. “Surprise,” he said softly, and stepped back, giving her an uninterrupted view of the table he’d set out near the tree line. It was shaded by an overhanging oak and the lush, dark green foliage behind set it off like a thick velvet curtain framing a stage. The table itself was hidden by a heavy white tablecloth, draped so it nearly touched the sand. The white china and solid silver cutlery sparkled and there was a single, branched candelabra with tall white candles flickering in the breeze. In the center of it all was a platter heaped decadently high with shellfish. “When you said we were having a picnic, I expected sandwiches,” Suzanne told him, delighted with the fantasy he’d created. She shook her head in disbelief. “Chicken salad at the most.” “You like it, then?” She turned to face him. “I think it’s wonderful. It was worth waiting for.” Mike smiled, pleased with her reaction. “The entertainment wasn’t bad either,” she added cheekily as he held out his arm to escort her formally to the table. “Glad you enjoyed it,” was all he could manage, busying himself with opening a bottle of wine. He passed her a glassful, then filled his own before returning the bottle to the ice bucket he’d arranged in the sand beside his chair. There was no mistaking her enjoyment of what he’d done to her—she couldn’t have said it more plainly—and he relaxed into enjoying the evening. 44

amy o'connor Deep in thought, Suzanne twirled her glass between her fingers as she watched him serving out the meal, carefully arranging a plateful of lobster, prawns and crab. It must have taken a lot of organisation, not to mention imagination, to bring everything together and she wondered if he’d done this before. It was all just so perfect. As they ate, the sun settled gradually into the hills, the shadows of the trees beside them slowly lengthening until they converged with the night sky. It was nearly dark for a little while but the moon soon crept over the horizon, replacing the golden sunlight with its silver beams. It was just as beautiful in monochrome, Suzanne thought. Eerie, but beautiful. She shivered and Mike immediately questioned her, asking if she was cold. She shook her head. “Not at all,” and half-laughed at herself. “I was just thinking how spooky it is here,” she admitted, feeling silly about her own imagination. “Ghosties and ghoulies?” he enquired, pretending to believe her. “Ah, but I’ve got you to protect me,” she answered him confidently, setting her cutlery down on her empty plate and trying to change the subject. “That was delicious. Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” Mike smiled across at her, the crinkles around his eyes forming deep shadows. “More wine?” “Why not? It’s not like I’ve got to drive home.” He laughed and filled her glass. The more time he spent with her, the more he enjoyed her company, and the more he wanted to make her his. 45

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**** As the moon crept slowly higher, the shadows of the surrounding trees shifted, eventually enfolding the table within a thick cloak of darkness. The candles still flickered, casting strange shadows of their own that one minute concealed Mike’s face in darkness, the next highlighting the strong ridge of his nose, a flash of teeth as he spoke, the intensity of his gaze. Suzanne hadn’t noticed at first but soon realized that every time she could see his eyes, he was staring at her, his gaze hungry and… predatory? Maybe this was how a small, furry mammal felt when it finally saw the predator sliding stealthily through long grass. She was the prey, he was the hunter – it was inevitable he would catch her. And maybe, she realized, that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted a man to hunt her down. A man who was interested enough in her to want to take the time hunting. It was quite possible Mike MacKenzie was exactly the sort of man she wanted. He’d been toying with her this evening—she knew that—teasing her into admitting she wanted him, tormenting her until she’d begged for release. He’d retreated over dinner, but she doubted he’d finished with her yet. It was more likely that he was just waiting for her to relax her guard before springing the next surprise. He was definitely playing with her. And she couldn’t wait to see what he was planning on doing next. “So,” Mike’s lazy drawl interrupted her thoughts, “I believe the deal was that you were all mine if I 46

amy o'connor made you want me.” Suzanne’s voice was cool, her eyelashes lowered to hide her interest. “That’s right.” “I don’t think there’s any question that I’ve won?” “No.” He leaned across the table, his fingers tracing a delicate line over her jaw until he grasped her chin gently and tipped it up so their eyes met. The pad of his thumb was rough against her softer skin and her eyelids started to droop as a single finger stretched to caress her lower lip. “Suzanne.” “Mmm?” He chuckled, a warm rumble that seemed somehow out of place with the cool night air and she looked up again, her eyes slumberous. His fingers withdrew as slowly as they’d arrived. “I won’t hold you to the dare if you’re not comfortable with it. Comfortable with me,” he qualified. Her eyebrows rose. “You’d let me back out?” “Of course.” His teeth gleamed as he smiled. “I want to show you what you’ve been missing. I’m looking forward to it, but…” “But you wouldn’t force me.” There was amusement in his voice as he answered. “No.” Suzanne looked at her glass, then glanced across to where the picnic rug was spread haphazardly by the stream. A secretive, wholly feminine smile tugged at her lips as she answered softly, “I’m looking forward to it, too.” 47

Persuading Suzanne A faint smile crossed his face—and was that relief in his eyes? Obviously, he’d expected her to agree. Probably if for nothing other than the fact he doubted she’d pike on a dare. Then he reached out for her hand, enclosing her delicate fingers in his. Her hand was trapped. It was a nice trap, warm and comfortable, but a trap nonetheless. Her stomach fluttered in anticipation. “I’m assuming you’ll want to spend Tuesday writing your first article.” He paused as she nodded agreement. “That gives me three full days with you, starting tomorrow morning. Just so you know,” he held her gaze, “I’m going to push the boundaries of what you think you can do. I’m going to do things to you that you never even imagined. From the minute I pick you up tomorrow morning, you’re mine. Are you prepared for that?” Suzanne’s eyes widened at his words. It was the tone more than anything. Dark and sensuous, his voice was husky and the sound of it alone as he told her what he planned—what he promised—was enough to make her tremble. In excitement? In dread? Maybe a little of both. “Yes.” Her reply was a mere whisper of sound but he heard her and squeezed her hand more tightly. His eyes lightened. They were no longer fathomless, no longer unreadable. She could tell he was pleased with her response.

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ack in her own very ordinary bedroom early the next morning, the magical feeling of being someone else—someone special—rapidly began to evaporate. For a few wonderful hours she’d been willing to float on the tide, careless of where she was going. Now, however, with Mike’s approving smile nothing but a memory, she started to worry again. All her life, she’d opted for ‘safe’ and if that also equated with ‘boring’, until recently it hadn’t been a problem. Yet after spending only a single night with Mike MacKenzie, the proverbial barrel-load of monkeys had been well and truly opened. She couldn’t for the life of her see how she could even consider going back to her old life. In the past she’d chosen to date men who were responsible, solid, dependable. Men like Jeremy, Arnold and Nate—an attorney, a grocery-store owner and a cop. Theoretically, they were all good choices, but as soon as she compared them to Mike, they just faded away to nothing. Only in the privacy of her own head would she admit that they’d all been horrendously boring. But to choose someone like 49

Persuading Suzanne Mike? He was a war correspondent, for God’s sake—the polar opposite of boring! So what the hell was she thinking? He was the kind of man she’d always avoided. She didn’t like feeling controlled and she didn’t like being forced to feel her femininity. That clashed with every one of her feminist ideals. Or did it? It wasn’t like he’d tried to take over her articles. He hadn’t assumed she’d need his help writing them, just researching them. Actually, apart from the sexual teasing, he hadn’t pushed her to do anything. Even when he’d tied her wrists behind her back, she was the one who’d dared him. He’d done nothing other than accept her challenge. He may have manipulated her into making that dare but ultimately, he hadn’t done anything she hadn’t wanted him to. Unfortunately, she couldn’t say the same for most of the other men she’d dated. Looking back, she could see they’d always taken her for granted. Mike made her feel special. And if she was totally honest with herself, she had enjoyed being completely unable to influence what he did to her. Being helpless to control events had been surprisingly arousing. Hell, she’d had an orgasm for the first time in her life! And the feeling of being overwhelmed by his strength, however gently, had only highlighted the differences between his masculinity and her femininity. She’d liked it, and within only a couple of hours he’d overturned everything she’d thought she’d known about her own sexuality. 50

amy o'connor Irritable with lack of sleep, Suzanne tossed back the covers and headed for the kitchen. Glass of orange juice and whole-grain bagel in hand, she stood by the sliding doors to the balcony and stared at the sunrise. Usually the most soothing of sights, today it reminded her that he’d be here to collect her in only a couple of hours. Well, for better or for worse, she’d agreed to three days with him as ‘events coordinator’ and she still had to throw some clothes together before he arrived. There wasn’t much to pack—it was only three days after all—but he’d refused to tell her where they were going. When she’d asked what to bring, he’d hesitated before saying it was all pretty casual, so jeans would be fine, but she might want to bring something along for going out to dinner one evening. Typical male, she thought as she ferreted through her closet. He hadn’t been much help at all. But she was packed and showered, her bag placed neatly by the door, when he arrived an hour later. It was amazing what caffeine could do for you. Her early morning nerves had evaporated and she was positively looking forward to a few days of feeling good about herself. If she got nothing else out of the weekend, she was sure the sex would be great. Not knowing how far they had to drive, she’d pulled her hair back in a tidy braid and chosen a floaty, knee-length skirt with a comfortable cotton blouse. Jeans tended to get uncomfortable within a couple of hours of sitting in a car. Going by Mike’s stare as she opened the door, the skirt had been a good pick. 51

Persuading Suzanne “You look great,” he greeted her and bent until his face was level with hers. He cupped her face lightly in his hands, tipped it to give him better access, and kissed her. His lips melded with hers for a gentle mating of mouths and tongues. Suzanne’s eyes had closed at the first stroke of his tongue but she forced them open as he started to nibble and lick at her lips, his tongue gliding sinuously around her gums each time his teeth nipped. She was vaguely aware of him pushing her back into her flat and kicking the door closed behind them, his mouth never leaving hers. When his hands started to wander, her eyes drifted closed again and she quickly became lost in the sensual haze. Through her blouse he palmed her breasts, first one, then the other. His fingers brushed her nipples, sending tiny darts of flame straight to her groin, then his hands followed. He ran them down the outside of her thighs, then up again. Down, up, down, up, the rhythm continued until her skirt was rucked up around her waist. His fingers were tangled in the sides of her panties, but the rhythm continued. Down, up, down, up. His hands were between her thighs now and she hardly noticed when her panties dropped around her ankles. The drugging kiss continued as his fingers skated closer and closer to her pussy. She could feel herself growing moist. The anticipation of just when he would finally touch her there was driving her closer and closer to orgasm. Every sense was focused between her legs. Suzanne felt his face rubbing against hers as his 52

amy o'connor lips withdrew; his skin soft and smooth from his morning shave. The pine-fresh scent of his aftershave wafted into her brain, reminding her of last night’s picnic, and a trickle of moisture ran down the inside of her leg. Mike’s hands reached for hers, tugging them downwards and holding them to her sides as he hunkered down in front of her. Her eyes flew open in astonishment at the first flick of his tongue on her clit and she gazed down, rapt at the sight of a gorgeous man on his knees, his tongue bathing her labia. Sanity returned and she wriggled in embarrassment. When she went to push his head away, he gripped her hands more firmly, pushing them back against her thighs. She was instantly aware it was nothing but a perception that this time, she held the power. He may have been the one on his knees, but he still had her positioned precisely where he wanted her. Before she could think further, he stole her wits, his tongue delving deep into her pussy. Then, just before she could tumble into oblivion, he withdrew it, wending light circles around her clit instead. Her inhibition had evaporated and now nothing mattered other than holding his mouth against her clit, wanting, needing, to prove that last night’s feelings didn’t only exist in her imagination. She tugged at her hands and this time he released them. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to direct his head further between her legs, but Mike held himself back. “Not yet, honey,” he murmured, the tickle of his 53

Persuading Suzanne breath on her damp curls making her shudder in need. “Please…” His tongue flicked out in answer, swiping a long wet path from her pussy to her clit. She moaned as she found herself suddenly impaled on his fingers. His free hand anchored her hip to stop her squirming away from his tongue and the other fingers steadily drew her closer and closer to orgasm. He thrust them deep in her cunt, plunging them gradually higher and harder, ruthlessly stretching her as he finger-fucked her. Soon she was practically sobbing, every nerve was wound tight with being held so long on the edge and she was begging him to let her come. Only his steadying hand was holding her upright. Then he used the hand on her hip to drive her sharply downward, ramming her onto his up-thrust fingers with every stroke. His tongue still circled her clit, sucking up her juices as they flowed freely over his hand and down her legs. Suzanne’s eyes were screwed closed and she could see nothing but the wildly colored fireworks that skittered behind her eyelids. The room was gone. The man on the carpet was nothing but a memory. All she could concentrate on was the swelling in her cunt, the fingers thrusting, thrusting, but never quite giving her that final little nudge. The tightness and the anticipation radiated outwards with every ragged breath. It throbbed through her blood and filled her awareness until, suddenly, it burst. An explosion of sensation, hotter and brighter than 54

amy o'connor she had ever imagined, filled her body, humming and vibrating. It didn’t stop. Just as she started to float back to earth, she felt Mike’s fingers shift just a tiny bit, then his thumb was brushing over her clit, and she was rocked by another explosion—this one harder and heavier than before. Suzanne opened her eyes and smiled dreamily. She was on the floor by the couch, curled in Mike’s arms and too sated to move. Apparently her bones had melted and her muscles gone on strike. Mike leaned over her ear and whispered huskily, “I love it when you scream for me.” Red rushed up her cheeks. “I didn’t, did I?” His mouth was pressed in her hair so that she felt his grin and couldn’t miss the satisfaction in his voice. “You did.” “Oh, no.” “Oh, yes. I’m gonna enjoy making you scream over and over again.” Suzanne didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She swallowed—hard—and reached down to run her fingers over his straining erection. “What about you?” “I’d rather wait,” he purred, letting the silence stretch. When she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, he spoke. “Are you ready to go?” “I think so.” She struggled upwards, trying not to sway too obviously when she gained her feet. Looking down vaguely she asked, “Can I have my panties back, please?” Mike grinned again. “Nope.” 55

Persuading Suzanne Surely he didn’t mean what she thought he did. Suzanne just stared. He levered himself up with his usual athletic grace. Grasping her shoulders and turning her slightly until she was looking at him, he said, “Take your bra off.” “My bra?” He nodded. “Your bra. It’s that lacy thing under your blouse.” “Uh…” “Do it.” His tone had changed and she reacted automatically, reaching around her back to undo the clasp and threading it out through her sleeves. She held it out to him, still wondering why he wanted it and feeling awfully naked, despite her skirt and blouse. She knew it was silly—he’d seen a lot more of her last night—but she’d felt less exposed when she couldn’t see him watching her. “Good.” His tone was uncompromising. “Where’s your bag?” Suzanne pointed to the small case sitting beside the door. He ratted through it until he was holding a handful of underwear. She blushed again at the sight of his big male hands dwarfing the scraps of colorful lace she’d chosen to pack for a sexy weekend away. “You won’t be needing these either,” he said. Opening his hand, he watched them flutter onto the coffee table. “Oh.” Her voice was barely audible. He grinned at her bemused expression, once again the predator on the prowl. “Let’s go.” “But…” Suzanne finally pulled herself together. Obviously, he did mean for her to go commando for 56

amy o'connor the whole three days. Mike caught her hand and snagged her case from the floor as he closed the door behind them. He watched her turn to lock the door, then held a finger over her lips as she started to protest. “Shhh.” His eyes caught hers. “We’re doing everything my way, remember?” “But I can’t go out in public without my underwear,” she wailed. He was dismissive. “Trust me. You won’t need it.” She wriggled awkwardly as she settled into the SUV, the leather seat cool against her naked bottom, and caught him grinning. “Hike your skirt up,” he directed. His grin broadened when he saw her startled glance. “I want your naked pussy sliding on the seat and I want to see it.” “But what if someone looks in the window?” she asked, trying to sound reasonable. “Tinted glass,” he said shortly. “Do it,” and he pulled out into the traffic before she could change her mind about going with him. He knew damn well that she had absolutely no idea of what she’d let herself in for when she’d agreed to do things his way for the next three days. He could hardly wait.

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Chapter Seven

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t might have been several years since he’d been an active player in the BDSM community, but Mike still had a few contacts. Needing up-to-date information, he’d made a couple of calls on Friday afternoon before going to collect Suzanne. An acquaintance had told him about the perfect place for a weekend away. As there’d never been any question in his mind that he’d win the dare, he’d made the reservation. It was less than two hour’s drive to The Eyrie, so they were sweeping up the long driveway well before lunchtime. Overall, the property covered several hundred acres but there were only half a dozen cabins. Each was set in its own clearing within an oldgrowth forest and they’d all been designed, discreetly, with kinksters in mind. Privacy was guaranteed. There were lots of thoughtful little additions you wouldn’t find in the average executive retreat. Sturdy ring-bolts were screwed into the walls and ceiling in various locations, a wide selection of ropes and straps were hidden away in a dresser, and the bed was a bondage connoisseur’s delight. At first glance, however, the cabin they were 58

amy o'connor shown to was nothing out of the ordinary. There was a roomy living area with an open fireplace, a comfortable lounge, a well-equipped kitchen, and a bedroom with a large en-suite bathroom leading off it. There were views over the lake from the front veranda and the forest started within a few feet of the back door. Mike watched Suzanne’s face as she explored the cabin, amused by the variety of expressions. Relief was the predominant one—he’d refused to tell her where they were going and obviously her imagination had been working overtime. There was delight on her face as well, and definitely anticipation. He grinned to himself as he carted their bags into the bedroom, Suzanne trailing after him. He’d glanced casually around the living room, noting the locations of the anchor points, but had been careful not to let his eyes linger. Straight to business, he decided, as he dumped the bags on the king-sized bed. It wouldn’t hurt to remind Suzanne that this weekend, she was the submissive. There’d be plenty of time for chatting later—right now he was horny as hell and having trouble thinking about anything other than sinking himself into her dripping pussy and fucking her until she screamed. He was good at self-control, so surely he could hang on for just another hour or so? He flicked the catches on his case, pulled out a set of cream silk underwear from the very top, and thrust it at her, concentrating on keeping his voice calm, but authoritative. 59

Persuading Suzanne “The bathroom’s through there. Go freshen up, get changed, then wait for me in here.” Answering the tiny lift of her brows, he continued. “When I come back, I expect to find you sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed.” Suzanne had been wandering around the room, fingering the wispy curtains, admiring the scarlet and gold brocade bedding and flipping through the tourist guide that had been left on the dresser. She opened her mouth to question him but he interrupted before she spoke. “You’re to remain silent unless I tell you otherwise,” he directed, staring stonily at her and wondering how she’d handle taking orders. He watched as she nibbled her lower lip, hesitation clear in her eyes. She was struggling with herself already, he could see that, but he also couldn’t help being pleased that she hadn’t questioned him, despite her obvious misgivings. Mike turned away to look out the window, hiding his satisfaction. “The only exception is if you truly object to something.” He turned back, serious now. “I believe you will enjoy everything I do with you, but if you want me to stop, I’ll respect that.” “But you’d rather I trusted you,” she ventured softly. “Exactly.” She nodded, then pivoted towards the bathroom. She’d only taken a few steps when he called after her. “I meant it about not speaking. I’ll ignore it this once but from now on, I’ll be disciplining you for every infraction.” 60

amy o'connor Eyes wide, she spun back towards him. “Remember,” he purred, “you’ll enjoy everything. Even discipline.” **** The caretaker had assured him that everything he could possibly need was at hand, but he was still pleasantly surprised when he opened the large cabinet in the living room. Not really sure if Suzanne would actually do as she was told, he wanted everything set up as quickly as possible. He selected four short leather straps with ‘D’ rings at either end, and attached two to the ceiling, and two to the floor. He’d brought a smaller case of his own toys and chose a few items, laying them out on the coffee table and covering them with a black velvet cloth. Finally, he picked out the leather wrist and ankle cuffs he’d bought especially for her and returned to the bedroom. Suzanne was sitting on the bed as he’d instructed, so close to nude it made no difference. The bra and panties were both made entirely of lace, the fabric almost the same color as her skin, and the deeper pink of her nipples was clearly visible. As he stared, they hardened, becoming even more obvious. The bra was strapless, the panties a miniscule thong fastened with bows at either side. He could have her naked within seconds. But he preferred to let her anticipation grow. He eyed her carefully, examining the effect of his shopping expedition and was pleased when she shifted a little and her tongue flicked out to lick 61

Persuading Suzanne nervously at her lips. He’d bet her pussy was already soaking wet and could tell his gaze was making her uncomfortable. Good. Since she’d enjoyed a little light bondage last night, it was time to take her a step further. “Move to the side of the bed.” She complied and although she hesitated when he described how he wanted her to sit, she didn’t protest. He arranged her so her bottom was precariously balanced on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide. Then he instructed her to lift her legs and grab her ankles. Positioned like that, her pussy was open to him and he reached out to stroke lightly up over the thin lace that shielded her from his view. Her knuckles whitened, her eyes closed and a tiny sigh escaped her. He was right—her juices had already soaked her panties and the smell of her arousal was inciting him to rush. Patience, he reminded himself. He removed his finger and attempted to look at her impassively. “Open your eyes.” They really were a fascinating shade of blue, he thought, as he watched her blink, slowly bringing them back into focus. He wondered what color they went when she orgasmed. The dark, purple-blue of an iris, perhaps? “Hold out your wrists.” Again, there was that moment of hesitation before she did as instructed. Before she could change her mind, he’d snapped the wrist cuffs closed. The snick of them locking into place was loud in the silence. Each cuff was black leather, supple yet strong. And 62

amy o'connor each was lined with crimson silk. They could be left separate as they were now or they could be locked together, effectively becoming a pair of handcuffs. “Now your ankles.” The ankle cuffs were attached just as swiftly and Mike took a step backwards, the better to appreciate how she looked. Mine. The thought reverberated in his head. He pretended nonchalance. “You may look at them if you like.” When he saw her surreptitiously tugging at them, he couldn’t hide a boyish grin. He laughed and dangled a set of keys from his hand. “I’m afraid you’re quite stuck.” **** Mike had hardly even touched her, but the feeling of his eyes undressing her, looking straight through the ridiculously flimsy underwear he’d provided, was pushing her perilously close to the edge. Here she was, shamelessly displaying herself for him and doing exactly as she was told for what was possibly the first time in her life. And she was so turned on. There was still that disquieting little niggle that what she was doing, or more accurately, what she was allowing him to do to her, was somehow wrong. On the other hand, if she was enjoying it this much, surely it had to be worth exploring further? In a way, despite all her misgivings, she was glad Mike had won the dare. He was forcing her to consider her own 63

Persuading Suzanne sexuality and if she was totally honest with herself, she knew she’d never have even considered dabbling in BDSM. She jerked upright, moving on autopilot as he snapped out another command. While she stood where he’d directed, he pulled her wrists behind her back and secured the cuffs together. A frisson of awareness ran through her and somewhere deep inside, she trembled. Like last night, she was quite helpless. The big difference was that today, she could see him. She could see his appreciative gaze, watch his enjoyment of her predicament, and see the bulge of his hard-on as it pushed against his trousers. Mike directed her into the living area, unlocked the wrist cuffs and calmly reattached her arms to straps hanging from the ceiling. Still without speaking, he crouched down, grabbing each ankle in turn, and securing each one to the floor. And she thought she’d felt exposed before… Although standing up, she was spread-eagled before him, arms and legs stretched wide. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it wasn’t particularly pleasant either. Already she could feel the strain in her shoulders. She blushed as she felt a trickle of her juices running down her leg. Her breasts were swollen, her nipples thrusting shamelessly against the scratchy lace and her breathing was fractured. It grew even worse as Mike circled her, slowly inspecting her from every angle. When he moved behind her, she twisted to look 64

amy o'connor over her shoulder, wanting to know what he was doing. A stinging smack on her rear made her gasp. He slapped her sharply on the ass again, the other cheek this time and the unaccustomed pain brought tears to her eyes. “Eyes forward,” he directed, apparently unconcerned. She could feel his scrutiny and just knew he was staring at her butt. It was confirmed a second later when his fingers trailed lightly over it, tracing the curves. For a heartbeat, his fingers hesitated near her hole and she tensed, remembering last night, only relaxing again when she felt them gliding further up her back. “Your ass has reddened very nicely,” he murmured in her ear, as his fingers continued their exploration. “Did you enjoy that?” His voice was suggestive, his mouth having moved so his breath now dampened her other ear. “Would you like me to spank you some more? All you have to do is misbehave…” Suzanne licked her lips, and shook her head. It was a tiny movement but he saw and understood. His throaty chuckle came from somewhere at the base of her neck. “Hmm.” His tongue flicked out to lick a path down her spine. “I think I’d like to see you naked.” The thrill that had started in her tummy was growing, sending sparks surging through her limbs. If he wanted her naked, then naked she would be—and there wasn’t a thing she could do to stop him. She trembled again, in anticipation this time, and felt his 65

Persuading Suzanne fingers fluttering between her legs. “What’s this?” His voice was a sibilant whisper as he swiped his fingers through the cream that was trickling down her thighs. Every hair on her body stood on end as she felt him hunkering down between her legs. Then his tongue swirled up her thigh, lapping up her come. His teeth caught on the string of her panties and she moaned, unable to hold the sound in. “Hmm.” He pretended to consider. “Should I discipline you for that sound?” “Please…” she begged, then flinched as he spanked her. “’Please’ is a word,” he explained huskily. “I had to punish you for that. But I’ll tell you what,” he stood up and flicked the catch of the bra, letting it drop away to expose her breasts. “I’m going to be lenient with you. If you moan, that’s okay.” His arms reached around from behind, his hands cupping and squeezing her breasts. He dropped a line of wet kisses along the back of her shoulders. “And I want to hear you scream when you come,” he added, pinching her nipples before letting his hands drop away. Suddenly bereft of his touch, Suzanne tried to lean back into him, only to be frustrated by the straps holding her arms and legs in place. He laughed. “You’re very eager,” and plucked at the ties to either side of her panties. They fell to the floor and he pushed them away, finally moving so he stood in front of her. Once again, Suzanne felt her captivity. Mike was still fully dressed. He’d kicked off his shoes and socks at some 66

amy o'connor point, but his casual trousers and open-necked sport shirt left him mostly covered. She, however, was stark naked and couldn’t move. Her arms and legs were spread. Her body was open to him. He could do whatever he wanted to her and the look in his eyes told her he planned to do just that.

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Chapter Eight

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ike trailed his finger down the side of her face, a gentle caress that made her quiver. With his other hand, he reached behind her and grasped her ass, squeezing until he heard her gasp. She closed her eyes. “Don’t hide from me,” he ordered. “Open your eyes.” His face was only inches from hers. He stared into her eyes, silently daring her to look away. A slow grin spread over his face but he continued to hold her eyes captive. Her pupils were wide, growing as he watched and she seemed caught, totally fascinated by her own response. Part of the reason he tended not to play at the clubs anymore, other than the fact he preferred to play in private, was that he really wasn’t into pain. In the BDSM clubs, the S&M aspect tended to get very tangled with the bondage and domination. The pleasure that could come from minor pain, however, was a very different thing. He knew Suzanne feared the sexual unknown. Also that the fear itself excited her. By combining those things, he planned to make her seriously horny and to take her a long way 68

amy o'connor beyond her comfort zone. And he was going to enjoy doing it. “If I don’t want you to see, you’ll be blindfolded. Otherwise, keep your eyes open—no matter what.” Mike watched her reaction to his rasped command, the nervous flutter of her eyelashes, the flash of teeth as her lips opened a fraction. It was definitely fear, but she was enjoying it, too. He leaned forward, his lips hovering just above hers. He waited. It didn’t take long. She pressed herself closer, her lips finding his. Her hips ground into him as her tongue pushed its way into his mouth. She was already aroused and desperate for sexual contact. Mike left his hand resting on her ass and let her kiss him for a few moments. He was enjoying her fervor too much himself to bring it to an end straight away. So he waited until she was confidently plundering his mouth, lost in her own desire and no longer aware of anything around them, before he slapped her ass, at the same time moving abruptly backwards and out of her reach. She looked confused, forlorn, hanging there and gazing at him with large, questioning eyes. He turned to the coffee table, shifting a corner of the cloth and silently applauding her passion. What she had to learn, however, was that he was the one in charge today. By the time he turned back, his expression was again impassive and he held a piece of the same slinky black cloth he’d used the night before. “You’d recognize this, I assume?” Suzanne nodded, her movement shaky. 69

Persuading Suzanne “I didn’t give you permission to kiss me,” he told her as he moved behind her. Instead of blindfolding her immediately, he stuffed the fabric in his pocket and let his fingers drift down her braid, lightly massaging her scalp as he went. When he reached the ribbon holding it in place, he tugged it off and used his fingers to unravel the braid, running them through her hair as it settled around her shoulders in a platinum cloud. “You have beautiful hair,” he murmured, still stroking. Gradually his fingers crept around to her face and he used his thumbs to smooth her eyelids closed. Still moving gently, comfortingly—so different to his stinging slap of a minute before—he dropped the fabric over her face and tied it in place. Once again she was blind. “Hmm… what should I do with you next?” **** Suzanne tensed at his words. Any more new sensations and she’d be totally overwhelmed. After he’d fastened the blindfold, his hands had continued exploring, running lightly over her entire body. Nothing was forbidden to him. She squirmed as he brushed her clit, probed her cunt, circled her ass, and nibbled on a breast. She had no idea where he’d touch her next, his movements apparently completely at random. One second his tongue would be licking her ankle, then there’d be a sharp pinch at her waist, followed by a 70

amy o'connor gentle stroke down her neck. Everywhere he touched, a trail of fire followed, a gentle heat he was slowly, so slowly, fanning into an inferno. She started to move, her hips thrusting forward into the air. She was desperate for him to move faster, to satisfy her need. But he was playing by his own rules, never touching her quite firmly enough or shifting his attentions, just as she thought he might tip her into release. Lost in the darkness, his hands and mouth doing their wicked magic, she had no idea how much time had passed. Her blood was boiling, she could hear her breath coming in little panting gasps and someone was moaning, a broken mewl she’d not heard before. “You make beautiful noises,” he whispered in her ear. “Listening to you, touching you, is making me hard. I want to fuck you so badly. And I will.” He paused. “But you’re not ready yet…” Then his tongue was painting a long wet swathe down the side of her neck and she shivered as he blew on it, a cool wind that sent electric sparks zooming across her chest and shoulders. Suzanne moaned again, wanting him, needing him, desperate for him to set free the tension he’d built up inside her. If he released her now, she doubted she’d be able to stand up. Her knees had sagged, unable to hold her weight. She was dragging on the wrist cuffs but still he continued the sensual torture, sending her higher and higher, but always pulling her back. Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore. “Please…” she moaned. He rewarded her with a smack, bringing her 71

Persuading Suzanne swiftly back from her daze. “No talking,” he cautioned, stepping back and leaving her hanging in the middle of the room, alone. Suzanne was drained. Her head hung limply. And she couldn’t even begin to imagine what he was going to do next. She’d wanted to come so badly and he hadn’t let her. If her arms had been free, she would have finished herself off. But they weren’t. A vague thought went skittering through her brain, gone as quickly as it had arrived. Maybe that was the point of what he’d just done? He’d taken away all her options and proved he could do whatever he wanted. She had no influence. Viciously, she hoped he had the hard-on from hell and that he was feeling a whole lot less satisfied than she was. Not that she believed it was actually possible. Despite her exhaustion, every muscle in her body was tense—she craved an orgasm. She forgot all her musings as her butt was scrubbed with a warm washcloth and she jerked upright again, her cheeks flaring with embarrassment. Despite her nudity, despite everything he’d done to her so far, she was embarrassed by that sort of intimate attention. None of her other lovers had taken any interest in her ass. Mike didn’t speak, but the cloth was quickly replaced by a soft towel and she felt him rubbing her dry. His fingers didn’t stray. His actions were prosaic, distant, and nothing like the sexual bombardment he’d subjected her to in the last little while. Curious now, she waited for what he was going to do next. Apparently he wasn’t about to satisfy her 72

amy o'connor curiosity, and she simply couldn’t tell. It felt like he was holding a piece of paper to one of her butt cheeks. Then he stood up and walked away. She shrugged it off—she’d find out when he wanted her to know. The silence was getting to her. It was heavy, oppressing her thoughts, and all the illogical fears she’d ever had streamed back into her imagination. Embarrassingly, she was getting aroused by her own thoughts and felt a new trickle of her cream down the inside of her thighs. Had he noticed? She hoped not. There wasn’t a sound from the room. She didn’t know if he’d left her alone, or if he was standing back, watching her. She tugged uselessly at her wrists, suddenly unsure about what she was doing. Maybe her conscience had been right and there was something wrong with her. She shouldn’t be enjoying herself and she shouldn’t be growing more aroused by the second, imagining Mike’s eyes on her. Into her head popped the image of a stranger, his eyes on her, too. He could be walking across the room right now, his hand reaching out to caress her breast. Someone else’s fingers were reaching between her legs and cupping her pussy. A third man was holding her ass, penetrating her with his fingers. And she couldn’t move. They could fuck her here where she hung, in the middle of the room. Suzanne twisted urgently, trying to relieve the pressure building up between her legs. Another spurt of come flowed down her legs and she realized she was breathing heavily. Her cheeks felt warm. Mike’s amused voice interrupted her imaginings. 73

Persuading Suzanne “Getting yourself all horny, are you?” Her head lifted abruptly, staring towards where she thought he was standing. They were alone. It was all in her head. Her breathing slowed gradually. She was more rattled than she’d realized. She’d never considered being taken by more than one man, yet never had a fantasy seemed so real. “There’s a little more to do before I’m finished here. Cute tattoo, by the way,” he added, the mischief in his voice clear. What had he meant? She twisted again, trying to get comfortable. Her arms were starting to ache from being held so long above her head. She stilled as warm fingers brushed her ass, caressing the spot where he’d held the paper. A stickon tattoo, perhaps? Mike’s voice confirmed her thoughts. “It’s a little cat,” he said huskily. “It suits you.” Suzanne drew in a deep breath. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel its rhythm in the tips of her fingers. Hell, she could hear it beating. She was finding it hard to believe he’d actually stuck a tattoo on her ass. Talk about taking control of her body… Her fingers clenched. That was the whole point, wasn’t it? He was taking control of her body. She flexed her fingers, forcing herself to relax. So he’d stuck a temporary tattoo on her ass? Big deal. She could handle it. Mike’s fingers ruffling through her pubic hair was the only warning she had. While she’d been busy 74

amy o'connor stressing about the drawing of a cat that now adorned her butt, he’d obviously been busy. She felt the drag of a blade through her hair, tugging as it tangled in the curls between her legs. The regrowth is gonna itch so bad! Suzanne smiled at herself. Of all the things to be thinking when he was shaving her pussy… Regrowth! She squirmed a little, and one of his hands clamped down hard on her hip, anchoring her. As if the straps weren’t enough… Her tummy did a strange little flip. Damn, but it felt good. Once the first surprise had worn off, she found she was less shocked by the idea than she thought she’d be. She stood still, enjoying the thrill of having him doing something to her that was so forbidden. Other than tidying a bikini line, she’d always believed that only sluts shaved their pubic hair. Now she was joining their ranks. The electric razor he used first vibrated against her clit, quickly spinning her back into a sexual daze. He followed up with soap, water, and a regular razor, carefully scraping away the remaining hair. She felt him patting her dry again with the towel, then he trickled baby lotion onto the smooth skin he’d revealed. She was sensitive and the cool liquid, slightly slimy as it dribbled over her mons and clit, started her belly clenching. “Beautiful,” he murmured as he rubbed the lotion in, finishing by running a finger between her legs. He probed gently at her entrance, sliding the finger in a scant inch. “I can see you properly now,” he husked, 75

Persuading Suzanne and inserted his finger as far as it would go. “I like to see myself disappearing deep into your cunt.” His words struck a chord. She could just imagine watching him sliding his cock into her, claiming her as his. A small moan escaped her lips as she imagined how she’d look through his eyes. He chuckled, withdrawing his fingers and holding them up to her lips. “Lick me clean, honey.” She sucked his finger deep into her mouth, mimicking the sexual rhythm she so desperately wanted and was disappointed when he again stepped away. He was only gone a few seconds this time, then he was standing in front of her, tweaking her nipples. Something cold trailed from his hands—a fine chain, she realized—and was draped over her breasts. Before she could work out what he was about to do, a clamp closed hard over one nipple. A deep, shuddering breath later and the other nipple was similarly covered. Pain shot from her nipples, filled her breasts, and landed in her stomach. She twisted against the straps, wanting to ease the pressure of the clamps, holding her breath and trying not to cry out. Slowly the pain diminished to a dull ache and she raised her head. “Bastard!” She was rewarded with a sharp slap to the ass, then a tug on the chain that joined her nipples. The fire shot through her again, briefly this time but just as sharp. She screwed her eyes closed behind the 76

amy o'connor blindfold. “Don’t tell me you aren’t enjoying it?” Mike queried sardonically. His fingers brushed between her legs and she understood what he meant. Her cream was literally dripping from her cunt and every tiny movement of her breasts sent the flame through her—directly to her pussy. It was humiliating to find that pain was turning her on. “Nearly finished,” he soothed. She felt him insert his fingers in her vagina, twisting them and smearing her cream more evenly over her pussy. His fingers were replaced by something long and hard that stretched her entrance and reached right up to her womb. Behind the blindfold, her eyes widened. Surely he hadn’t just shoved a dildo up her cunt? She wriggled cautiously, confirming the feeling. He had! Mike placed a hand on her hip, holding her still. He buckled a wide belt around her waist, then pulled another much narrower strap up between her legs. It seemed to be attached to the belt at both the back and front and stopped the belt from swiveling on her waist. She wriggled again, her wrist and ankle straps restricting her movement too much to get comfortable. The belt between her legs was also holding the dildo firmly in place. No matter how she moved, she could feel its pressure as it filled her cunt. Finally, he reached up to release her arms and she relaxed, ignoring the new protests of her muscles. It was short-lived, however, as he re-secured the wrist cuffs to a clip on either side of the belt. Her elbows 77

Persuading Suzanne were held slightly away from her body and in this position, although they were only an inch or so away from her hands, she couldn’t quite reach either her breasts or her pussy. There was still no way she could bring herself to orgasm. She was still totally at his mercy. Her feet were released from the floor and the cuffs at her ankles were joined together. With her legs now held closed, there was even less chance she could dislodge the dildo. Still blindfolded, Mike slung her over his shoulder and carried her back to the bedroom. For a few disconcerting seconds she found herself tipped face-down on the bed, then he flipped her over and fastened her ankles to the foot of the bed. “I’m sure you’re exhausted,” he crooned, “Time for a rest.” Suzanne was almost comfortable lying on her back, despite the strange positioning of her arms. A rest mightn’t be a bad idea after all… She jerked upright, then fell back in shock when her cunt started to vibrate. It wasn’t a dildo, but a vibrator! She’d never used one on her own, let alone with someone else! Her cheeks flared at the thought. The blindfold was yanked off her eyes. Straightaway she saw Mike standing beside her, grinning at her discomfort. He pushed a switch on the remote in his hand, his grin widening at the shock he must have seen in her eyes. The vibrations increased, rocketing her up to the plateau just before orgasm and she started to toss and turn on the bed, unable to control her reactions. 78

amy o'connor “Look up,” he instructed her. Then he turned and calmly walked out of the room. Hidden under the canopy of the four-poster bed was a huge mirror, reflecting every inch of the bed. She saw herself, constantly moving, out of control, her eyes wide, her mouth open, her face an agony of passion. Mike had set the vibrator so it held her right on the edge but not quite high enough to let her come. She struggled desperately, trying to wrench the belt around enough so she could reach her clit. The tiniest pressure was all it would take. She knew it. She craved it. It was making her nuts. Did he know what he was doing to her in here? Of course he did, the little voice in her head sneered. No matter what she did, or how she twisted— flailing against the bed, pulling on her bonds—she couldn’t find a way to provide the friction she needed. And the more she struggled, the more the nipple chain tugged at her breasts. The vibrations from her cunt continued, radiating through her entire body. Suddenly they intensified, tossing her higher, then they reduced to a low throbbing rumble. Every time she thought she was finally growing used to the sensation, it changed, driving her towards her peak then, just as abruptly pulling her back, leaving her body humming with sexual frustration. She could understand how dogs got so randy—she’d hump a post, too, if she was able. Anything to take the edge off. Her frenzied tossing and turning continued but through it all, her eyes stayed riveted to the mirror. 79

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Persuading Suzanne leather straps contrasted with her fair skin and hair, highlighting her bondage, and the sheets were a jumble. They’d tangled around her legs, further reducing her movement but it hadn’t stopped her squirming. Her face was taut with concentration as all her senses turned inwards. Her mouth was open and her breasts heaved, jiggling the nipple chain with every panting gulp of air. Surprisingly, at least to him, her eyes were still wide open. She was staring at herself in the mirror, watching herself climbing steadily closer to orgasm. He understood her fascination with her own image. He was similarly aroused by the sight and, watching her, he was swamped by a wave of lust. It was a veritable tsunami—and he hadn’t expected it. Any thought of stretching her pleasure flew from his head. He couldn’t wait any longer. He paced softly to the side of the bed, still watching her, feeling his cock swell as he stared at her erect nipples. She hadn’t noticed him, her eyes were locked on the mirror. He reached out, brushing his fingers down her face, pushing the loose hair that had flopped over her face back onto the pillow. Suzanne’s eyes closed for a second, then she forced them open, turning her head and trying to focus on his face. Her eyes were wide and like he’d suspected, arousal had deepened them to indigo. She was so close to the peak now, he could see her trembling. Her hands were straining against her bonds as they stretched uselessly towards her pussy. Even at maximum vibrations, it would take her a 82

amy o'connor while to climax when she wasn’t able to get any pressure on her clit. Almost feeling sorry for her, Mike turned the vibrator off. **** The vibrator went still. After its endless movement and her ceaseless thrashing, the quiet was a shock. Suzanne collapsed onto her back with her eyes closed, listening to the harsh sound of air rattling in and out of her lungs. Slowly, ever so slowly, she realized she wasn’t the only one breathing heavily. Her cunt throbbed, the memory of the vibrations too strong to be instantly forgotten. She could clearly feel the tugging of the clamps on her nipples. While the vibrator had been stimulating her, the clamps had just been a small part of an indescribable whole. Now, by themselves, they were reminding her how frustrated Mike had left her. Just as she’d been about to fall over the edge, her body desperate to shatter into a million small fragments of pleasure, he’d stopped her. She could still feel the vibrator filling her cunt, but it wasn’t the same. Her body was empty, unsatisfied. Forcing her eyes open, she stared resentfully up into Mike’s grey eyes. Yesterday’s storm clouds had darkened to old steel and even having known him for only a couple of days, she could easily read the lust that gleamed deep within. He wanted her. Unbelievably, her body reacted to the thought, making her squirm. For the first time, she noticed just 83

Persuading Suzanne how badly the sheets had tangled around her legs. She tried to kick them off and caught the tail end of Mike’s strained grin. “Didn’t I tie you tight enough?” he husked, reaching down to grab the sheet and draw it up until it covered her chest. She’d opened her mouth to answer, before she remembered the rule of silence. He grinned again and twisted the sheet until it enclosed her body like a shroud, enwrapping her until only her head was poking out. “Sensory deprivation, it’s called,” he told her conversationally, draping the blindfold back over her eyes. Panicked, Suzanne struggled, her movements wild. She’d never suffered from claustrophobia before but the sheet was stifling her, filling her imagination with visions of being buried alive. Even more quickly than he’d bundled her up, she was unwrapped and left lying on the bed, mercifully free. She shuddered and tried to force herself to relax. Not that it was really possible in the sexually charged state he’d left her in but she wanted to lose the memory of the sheet, to find again the delicious feelings of helplessness he’d solicited when he’d taken over her body. It was hard to accept but a few seconds of fear had made her even hornier. Or maybe it was the relief when he’d taken the sheet away? Whichever—her body was thrumming again. How kinky was that? Her teeth were still clenched, her eyes tightly closed, when she felt him grasping her hand, his 84

amy o'connor thumb drawing soothing circles on her palm. With conscious will, she unclenched her teeth but her eyes stayed closed. She was ashamed by her reaction, and didn’t want to know what he thought. “Suzanne. Look at me.” His voice was soft, coaxing. “Remember the rule? You keep your eyes open unless I tell you otherwise.” Yeah, right. She snorted, and he laughed. “You’re feeling better, I see. Now open your eyes or I’ll have to punish you,” he threatened. Only half believing him, she kept them squeezed shut. Besides, she wasn’t ready yet. She found herself flipped onto her tummy, her feet still chained to the footboard and a fat pillow placed under her ass. Her weight rested on the nipple clamps, sending a spasm of pain straight to her pussy. Mike ignored her muffled squeal and continued to arrange her on the bed. He was doing it again, she realized, treating her like a doll that could be positioned and used as he pleased. She’d enjoyed the feeling yesterday and didn’t see why she shouldn’t take advantage of it again today. So she lay limply, refusing to help. He fiddled with her ankles for a minute before instructing her to spread her legs. She lay still, waiting, and was rewarded with an exasperated sigh and a sharp slap to the bottom. “Spread your legs,” he repeated, and again she ignored him. He grabbed an ankle, pulled her legs wide and fastened the cuff to the corner of the bed. The same thing happened to the other leg. With her arms still 85

Persuading Suzanne attached to her waist, her legs spread and her ass in the air, she was even more open to him than in the living room. Mike wedged another pillow under her hips, then lay down on the bed beside her, using a handful of her hair to pull her face up. He reached under her and released the nipple clamps, one at a time, before dropping her unceremoniously back on her face. She was totally unprepared for the painful way her nipples began to throb as the blood flow returned. Her whole chest ached. The heavy vibration spread rapidly through her body and, automatically, she tried to grab at her breasts. Her wrists jerked, and she remembered she was tied immovably to the bed. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispered in her ear. “Is that what you want?” Still slightly dazed, Suzanne didn’t answer immediately. She was entranced by the vulnerability of her position and daydreaming about what he would do to her now. The faceless strangers were back in the room, caressing her ass, fucking her from behind, grinding her tender nipples into the bed. “Are you ready to be fucked?” he asked again. She heard the hiss of his zipper as he shucked his trousers. She wanted to see him naked—it was only fair— and twisted her head towards where she’d heard him drop his shirt. His cock was huge. It was in her face, only inches away. Her mouth watered as she imagined taking it deep, suckling him until he was desperate for release. “Did I say you could look?” Mike queried silkily. 86

amy o'connor He slapped her ass, the sound ringing in her ears. She could feel where his palm had heated her skin, could feel the fire racing towards her pussy. Her cream had soaked the sheets, they were wet under her stomach and she felt another gush of her come between her legs. “Yes,” she ventured, her voice a dry croak. He’d been right about her enjoying punishment and she was purposely goading him to more. Since he wasn’t going to let her orgasm, she’d take any sexual thrill she could. Mike chuckled. “I certainly didn’t give you permission to speak.” He slapped her sharply, one smack to either butt cheek and again used her hair to force her head back where she couldn’t see. “You should be careful, honey,” he whispered, his voice a deep rasp. “It turns me on when you’re naughty.” Suzanne quivered at his words, her whole body bucking when he wrenched the vibrator out. She hadn’t noticed him unhooking the strap between her legs while he’d been talking. “You are so wet. Is it all for me?” His fingers were sliding through her cream, swirling it up and down her crack, painting the inside of her thighs. She arched her back, pressing into his hand, wordlessly begging him to continue stroking her. “Is this what you want?” he husked, running his thumb lightly over her clit. He pulled back when she jerked against him, and chuckled again. “I’m not gonna let you come, you know. Not ‘til 87

Persuading Suzanne I’m deep inside you. I’ll bury my cock in your hot little cunt— ” She gasped as his fingers plunged into her pussy, “—and I’m going to fuck you until you scream.” Deep inside her, his fingers crooked, rubbing sensuously against her inner walls. He pulled them out again, spreading more of her come up her crack. This time he didn’t stop when he reached her anus, but pushed his thumb in, massaging her cream into her tight entrance. “You’re not sure about this, are you?” he whispered, as he slid his thumb in and out of her hole, each stroke taking him deeper. Suzanne clenched her fists, trying to hold in her shudder. He was right, she wasn’t comfortable with his interest in her ass, but ignoring him wasn’t working—it felt too good. His thumb swiveled, stretching the muscles. He withdrew and she relaxed, only to feel two fingers pushing their way in. “But it feels so good, doesn’t it?” he husked, seeming to read her mind. The pressure was almost painful but like the spanking, there was something darkly pleasurable about it. Suddenly embarrassed, Suzanne realized the low moans echoing about the room were coming from her. But she couldn’t hold them in, the sensation of his fingers sliding in and out of her hole, pushing against her were too intense. He was finger fucking her ass, for God’s sake! She couldn’t believe she was actually enjoying it, moaning and thrusting her ass in the air like a bitch in heat…

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amy o'connor **** Mike groaned. The effort to keep control was actually painful. He’d had a hard-on for hours and now she was rocking her ass against his hand. Did she even know she was doing it? She could have no idea how much she was tempting him. It would be so easy to replace his fingers with his cock and plunge it into her ass. It would be tight, he knew it would be, and he wouldn’t last a minute. He pulled himself together—the idea was to show her just how much pleasure he could give her, not to push her too hard. Right now, she trusted him. But it was a gift he wouldn’t abuse. She really wasn’t ready for anal sex, so he withdrew his fingers, and crawled across the bed, pulling himself onto his knees between her legs. She was so damn beautiful! Face down in front of him, legs spread and ass in the air, her dripping pussy was perfectly accessible. He’d planned to have released her by now so he could take her more gently, but… He was sure she’d known exactly what she was doing when she was goading him. She’d wanted him to master her—and he had. So, strapped to the bed and unable to move, she’d get exactly what she’d asked for. He’d fuck her ‘til her brains scrambled. Hands on her hips, he brushed the tip of his cock across her entrance, satisfied with the fresh spurt of moisture that trickled down her crack. He pushed his cock in with a single long movement, watching himself disappear, then thrust further forward. His balls knocked against her ass and he felt her inner 89

Persuading Suzanne muscles grab him in a futile attempt to hold him in place. He could hear her shattered breathing. She thrust her hips backwards, struggling against the straps holding her legs apart and trying to maintain the contact as he slid slowly backwards. He couldn’t take much of this—her urgency was getting to him—and he slammed himself back in, enjoying her gasp of surprise. Once more he withdrew and once more he slammed into her. She whimpered and tried to push him deeper. The way her ass was waving around in front of him sent even more blood straight to his cock. He paused, watching her try to impale herself even more deeply. It was one temptation too many. He let the beast he’d kept so carefully chained inside him break free. In one swift movement he’d pulled out of her, then he rammed his fingers up her ass at the same time he slammed his cock deep into her cunt. Over and over he plunged into her, his fingers and cock fucking her ruthlessly. He ignored her shattered cries as she found the peak he’d teased her with all morning, forcing her to come again and again. She was screaming her release, her body convulsing under his, her internal muscles spasming, milking his cock. Mike’s body shuddered its own release, his hot come spurting out and filling her pussy. A groan rocked through him as he collapsed on top of her, his sweat mingling with hers. She was panting, gasping for breath, as exhausted as him. 90

amy o'connor He was too heavy and it took a huge effort to roll off her back and settle himself beside her on the bed. He scooped her awkwardly into his arms, turning her towards him. Too spent to move, he held her close, nuzzling her face and listening as her ragged breathing grew even. Just a minute, he promised himself, he’d rest for just a minute. Then he’d get up and release her, and maybe make some lunch while she slept off the mornings exertions. He wouldn’t fall asleep…

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Chapter Ten hen Suzanne awoke, she was alone. The bed was relatively tidy—nothing like how she remembered it being—and the space beside her was cold. Mike had been gone for some time. She rolled onto her tummy, the easy movement reminding her that when she’d fallen asleep, she’d still been securely tied to the bed. Her face flamed as the events of the morning came back in a rush. Had it really been her moaning and thrashing, silently demanding, pleading for him to fuck her? Oh, God! She buried her face in the pillow. How could she possibly face him now? What was the protocol? It certainly wasn’t something her mom had mentioned when she gave her ‘the talk’. She groaned—softly—and flopped onto her back. The mirror! How could she have forgotten the mirror? She blushed even hotter, remembering the sight of her bound body squirming on the bed. Figuring the bathroom would be safer, she leapt up and headed for the shower. Twenty minutes of warm water pounding on her shoulders and she felt more able to face the world. Facing Mike, however, still wasn’t high on her list of

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Persuading Suzanne Shaking her head, she rinsed her fingers and brushed her teeth—anything to try and get rid of the memories. It didn’t work because, when she twisted to grab the hand towel, she caught a glimpse of the tattoo he’d placed on her butt. Finally, by way of a few contortions, she was able to see what he’d branded her with. A small cat, he’d said and it was. She hadn’t expected something quite so…sensual. It was nothing lewd, just a few confident strokes making the perfect image of a sleek feline contentedly washing a paw. Something about the angle of its head, the shapeliness of its body, just screamed ‘sex’. Suzanne closed her eyes. She didn’t think she could handle anything else right now. He’d managed to turn her into something she so patently wasn’t. But if that was the case, how come he’d done it so easily? She couldn’t honestly say he’d had to work all that hard—she’d been right with him all the way. Mike’s lazy drawl broke into her desperate search for serenity. “Imagining how we’ll spend the afternoon?” Her eyes flew open. “Or perhaps you were just admiring how beautiful you look with your naked pussy and gorgeous ass?” He raised a single eyebrow at her frantic blush and his mouth quirked. “I…ah… I was just…” “Mmm? You were saying?” he murmured as he crossed the bathroom in one long stride. Suzanne backed herself into the wall, the tiles shockingly cold on her butt. “You’ll get goose pimples on your ass,” he 94

amy o'connor observed as he tugged her gently away from the wall. “Come on, lunch is served.” “Lunch is served?” The rapid change of subject had her grasping to make sense of his actions. Whatever she’d expected him to say next, it wasn’t that. “Yeah. It’s on the table already.” “Oh.” Suzanne let him lead her into the bedroom but dug her toes in before he could pull her into the living room. “My clothes?” Mike dismissed her protest and yanked once, drawing her against him and propelling her through the door. “What clothes?” “You’re dressed.” “True.” He grinned wickedly. “But I like seeing you naked.” “But…” “Shhh. Who’s in charge this weekend?” “You, but…” Smiling, he placed a finger over her lips. “Shhh.” He hadn’t threatened any kind of retribution for her speaking, so she could only assume the ‘no talking’ rule was finished with. But, obviously, he wasn’t going to let her argue the point about her nudity. What the hell! He’d seen her in several much more embarrassing positions only a couple of hours ago. Yeah, but then you were tied in place, you didn’t have any control over your actions, the little voice whispered. And do I have a choice now? Suzanne countered herself reasonably. The little voice was malicious in its triumph. You’ve 95

Persuading Suzanne just as much choice now as you had then and you know it. You could have said ‘no’ at any time, and he’d have respected that. She blushed at the line her thoughts were taking, hoping Mike didn’t notice. How could she explain she was having an argument with her own conscience? And she was starting to get rather annoyed with that little voice. She was a consenting adult, she’d wanted to do this and she liked Mike. She liked Mike? Shit! Where had that thought come from? Yesterday morning, she’d thought he was the journo from hell, there to destroy her independence and take over her articles. And now… Now, she liked him? What had changed? The sight of the dining table spread for lunch dismissed all her musings in an instant. Until seeing the food, she hadn’t realized how hungry she was. The table was covered with a selection of cold cuts and salads. Nothing overly fancy, but all that great sex had really given her an appetite. She figured she could eat everything in sight and still go back for more. Mike was waiting, holding her chair for her, and he chuckled as she immediately hitched a tub of coleslaw towards her and started spooning it onto her plate. “Hungry? I wonder why…” Suzanne looked up into laughing grey eyes and grinned in reply. Hurriedly, she tried to turn it into a mock snarl, but it didn’t come off. She wound up laughing at her pitiful effort, Mike soon joining in. Other than her lack of clothes, it was a normal meal. They ate, they talked, they gossiped about the 96

amy o'connor few people they knew in common. Mike seemed to share her opinion about a lot of the ‘good ole boy’ journalists. They both laughed about one particular idiot and how he’d managed to lock himself out of his hotel room, a naked prostitute handcuffed to his ankle, during the recent NATO talks, when Mike’s cell phone rang. “Just work,” he told her a few minutes later, as he slid back into his seat at the table. But the mood had changed. Seeing him standing there, fully dressed other than his bare feet, talking about deadlines, word counts and rates of pay had reminded Suzanne about where they were—and why they were there. She was eating lunch with a near stranger, was stark naked, and had just spent several hours having wild monkey sex with that same stranger. She shivered, unconsciously feeling her bottom slipping on the leather seat. It was suspiciously damp. It hit her with a jolt—she was aroused again. “Why are we here?” she asked abruptly. “Well, there’s a heap of theories about it,” Mike said seriously. “Some say it was the big bang…” She laughed and knew he’d meant her to. “No, really. Why are you doing this?” He attempted levity again. “Hey, I’m a guy. What can I say? Offer me a whole weekend of sex and I am so there.” “Let’s see,” Suzanne started ticking off her fingers. “As I see it, I’m the one who’s having all the fun here… Three—or is it four?—orgasms and a whole truckload of new experiences. Unless I missed 97

Persuading Suzanne something, you’ve only got off once so far.” “Yeah.” He sounded satisfied. “And don’t you think I enjoyed watching you come for me? I loved every single moan I wrung from you. Making you scream, watching your face when you’re orgasmic— man, that’s good.” Suzanne hesitated. He sounded like he meant it, but… “And is that enough? Don’t you want more?” Mike shook his head, a slow twist from side to side, as he considered her through narrowed eyes. “Honey, you can’t possibly know what you do to me. Yeah, it’s enough. It’s more than enough. The trust you’ve given me is precious and you’ve got no idea how rare it is.” He caught her eyes with his. “If all I wanted was an orgasm, I could jerk myself off.” “Really?” She still wasn’t sure. “Really. But, now you mention it,” his tone lightened, “I wouldn’t mind at all if you wanted to jerk me off.” Her eyes widened. Damn, he confused her. “Have you finished your lunch?” Suzanne nodded. “Well, then, I think it’s time we cleared up so we can get back to our lessons.” The table was cleared, the containers stowed in the trash, and the dishwasher stacked within minutes. Mike led her back to the living room. He pointed to the wrist and ankle cuffs, which were sitting neatly on the coffee table. “Would you like to wear those again?” “Would I…?” Suzanne broke off in confusion. “It’s your choice,” he explained gently. “In sex, I 98

amy o'connor like to dominate. I like to dominate. I don’t have to, and that means we don’t always have to play at bondage games either.” “Do you want me to?” She gestured vaguely in the direction of the cuffs. “Wear them, I mean?” Mike grasped her chin in his hand, his fingers turning her head gently until she was looking directly at him. “What we did this morning was amazing. I thoroughly enjoyed playing with you and I’d happily do it again.” He released her chin and turned away. “Hell, I can think of a hundred variations on the theme. Having you naked, pliant—decorated by me—and enjoying yourself just as much as I was, made me so hot. Of course I’d love to do that with you again! But if you’re not comfortable with it, you only have to say so…” Thoroughly confused—what exactly was he trying to tell her?—Suzanne grasped just one of the many things she hadn’t understood. “What do you mean—‘decorated by you’?” He grinned and stepped closer. “This…” he reached behind her and his fingers brushed over the tattoo on her ass. His large hand pushed on her butt until her breasts were almost resting on his chest. Almost. “And this.” His fingers glided down her ass and between her legs, clamping her closer to him. He smiled as she trembled, letting them delve briefly inside her as they drifted up again, tracing delicate circles on her shaved pussy. “And these.” His other hand reached around her shoulders, his fingers reaching from behind her to 99

Persuading Suzanne tweak her nipple, pinching it until it pebbled. She was wrapped in his arms, caught intimately against him. She sighed, her breath warm on her face as she rested her cheek against his shirt. Once again, held so tight against his fully-clothed body, she felt her nudity. “Wear the nipple chain again?” he breathed. “For me?” “Yes.” Her answer was whisper- soft but he heard. He bent her backwards, one arm still firmly clamped between her legs, the other supporting her back as he dipped her until he could reach the table. One-handed, he attached the nipple clamps, a smile of approval lightening his eyes. She gasped at the first tiny pain before thrusting them out until they rubbed against his shirt. The fingers on her pussy stroked, soothing her, gentling her as she acclimatized to the constant pinch of the clamps. His hand was between her and his cock. Her own arms rested lightly on his waist, so she couldn’t feel his erection. But his breathing had changed, and she felt him start to push his hips against her, the simple rocking action abrading his shirt on her nipples. Suzanne’s head fell back, her eyes closed, and she willed him to move the hand that was wedged between her legs, to fill her aching cunt. Fingers, cock—she didn’t care. Mike pushed her away, holding her until she opened her eyes, dazedly trying to focus. His arms left her and he walked to the rug near the window. “Come here.” He was back to using the autocratic tone, and she 100

amy o'connor didn’t mind at all. She may not have actually said what she wanted, but agreeing to wear the clamps and chain was a pretty accurate indication of her mood. If anything, she was looking forward to whatever he’d decided on. A shiver of excitement ran through her belly, taking a direct line to her pussy. She was wet for him again, a thin trickle of her juices flowing down her leg, and she hurried to comply. “This afternoon,” he directed, “you may speak—if you can.” Before she could ponder exactly what he’d meant by that, he was talking again. “On your knees.” His hands rested on her shoulders, pushing her steadily downwards until her bottom rested on her ankles. Once she was on the floor, his hands remained in place, locking her securely in position. “Hands clasped behind your back.” Suzanne’s mouth watered. She could guess what he had planned and was definitely looking forward to the rest of the afternoon.

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ike looked down at Suzanne, taking a minute to appreciate her naked body, and the way she knelt so eagerly in front of him. The gold chain linking her nipples drew his eyes and he took one hand from her shoulder, a single finger reaching out until the chain was looped carefully around it. He tugged, gently at first, and watched her eyes widen, then glaze, as the tiny flash of pleasure-pain streaked straight to her pussy. He held it taut for a long minute, enjoying the flush that slowly rose from her tummy, past her breasts and up her face. Her nipples were rosy, pulled taut by the pressure on the chain, and she arched her back helplessly towards him. A satisfied purr rumbled through his chest, the tiny vibration shivering from his fingers to the chain, and her head fell back, her face lit with ecstasy. Could such a tiny movement do that to her? Now that was good for the ego. “Look at me.” With a grimace of effort, she obeyed, forcing her eyes open and tilting her head back to meet his eyes. They’d deepened to that fascinating dark blue as 102

amy o'connor she’d become aroused. What was it? Gentian blue, maybe? Even standing above her, he could smell her arousal. He wanted to see it, wanted to see her shaved pussy glinting with her own juices. His cock strained against his fly, her scent was going straight to his head, and he rubbed his other hand slowly, rhythmically, against his crotch. Suzanne’s eyes followed every movement of his hand. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to moisten her lower lip. His cock wanted exactly the same thing she apparently did: to plunge into the warm cave of her mouth, to have her tongue swirl around its head, to feel the gentle rasp of her teeth as she stretched him… Hell—he just wanted her to suck him off! Forcing his unruly thoughts back under control, he tugged again on the chain, gradually pulling her up by her nipples. At first she didn’t understand, resolutely staying where he’d placed her, but after a few seconds the pressure was too much and she was forced off her ankles with a groan. As soon as she was kneeling upright, he dropped the chain. Her whimper of protest made his cock twitch. God, the sounds she made when she was aroused made him horny. Her hands fluttered to her sides and were almost at his groin before she noticed the stern look he shot her. “Leave your hands behind your back,” he ordered. “That’s twice I’ve had to tell you…” He figured his meaning was clear enough. Next time, he’d discipline her. 103

Persuading Suzanne “Please,” she begged, her voice breathy. “Please what?” “My nipples…again…please.” She struggled to get out the words. Begging didn’t come naturally, so he appreciated the effort she’d made all the more. Still… He shook his head. “Not yet.” “What then?” She’d sounded so petulant; he had to struggle to hide his smile. Was she accusing him of teasing? “Spread your legs. I want your knees further apart.” The movement spread the lips of her pussy and he got another whiff of aroused woman as a gush of liquid flooded down her thigh. She smelled so good he had to reach down and skim his finger through her cream, swiping it up her leg. Suzanne’s eyes closed briefly. Then she was staring at him, begging him to touch her again. “Please…” The request was ground out from somewhere deep in her throat, almost lost in her groan of protest as he straightened and leaned back against the windowsill. Mike held his wet finger up in front of him, turning it thoughtfully as he watched the sunlight glisten in her come. Purposefully taunting, he licked it clean, savoring her taste. He raised an interrogatory eyebrow. “Please what?” “Please let me see you.” Mike pretended he didn’t understand, grinning at her accusing glare. “But you can see me.” He spread his arms wide to demonstrate. “I’m right here in front 104

amy o'connor of you.” She practically ground her teeth in frustration. “Your cock. I want to see your cock.” “Is that all you want to do with it?” he purred. “No! I want to…” She hesitated. “You want to what?” Suzanne blushed and mumbled something he didn’t hear. “Speak up.” “I want your cock in my mouth.” “You turn a delightful shade of pink when you blush,” he murmured, looking her up and down, but not answering her demand. “Did you know your cunt goes just as red as your face?” She shook her head and chewed her lip. The silence stretched—he wasn’t about to help her. “Please, may I have your cock in my mouth?” she ventured, after a while. Mike smiled approvingly, hoping his condescension was annoying the hell out of her. He wanted an excuse to discipline her again and guessed it wouldn’t take too much goading. She’d enjoyed being spanked and her expression when he’d threatened to discipline her a few minutes ago had shown just how curious she was. He knew she wouldn’t ask for discipline—heck, she was still having trouble admitting she enjoyed bondage games—but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t purposely misbehave, effectively taking the decision out of her control. It didn’t work. She just smiled meekly up at him, smugly waiting for his answer. The little minx knew she had it right. He’d only been waiting for her to ask 105

Persuading Suzanne properly… “Alright.” He released his cock from his trousers, letting them gape open, and braced his hands on the window ledge. “Move closer,” he told her curtly, not telling her to stop until she was right under him, her back arched to fit into the small space. “Hold your ankles,” he ordered, and watched her bend further. “Now open your mouth wide and move closer.” She shuffled awkwardly, fitting herself neatly between his legs, only to have him take a step closer again. His cock filled her mouth and straightaway she started to slide her lips up and down his length. Then his legs closed together, trapping her as he leaned slightly forwards, and she was suddenly overwhelmed. He could see it in her eyes as they widened in panic, the pupils rapidly covering the blue. There was no way for her to get his cock out of her mouth while she held the position. He pushed it ruthlessly into her mouth, feeling it touch the back of her throat. “Swallow,” he grunted, his fingers tightening on the sill as she obeyed, eyes still terrified. His cock slid further in and he felt her relax. He knew she wouldn’t feel like she was choking anymore. Tentatively, her lips opened and closed, massaging gently as she tested how he filled her. He smiled his approval, could feel his own muscles tightening as her tongue lathed him, and closed his eyes. For a while she suckled, playing with his length, slowly gaining the confidence to push him in and out 106

amy o'connor of her mouth. He could hear her breathing through her nose, sharp little puffs, and she started to hum her pleasure. The vibration traveled through him and he jerked in her mouth, startling her. Then she started again. Suddenly, her actions changed and she sucked him hard, drawing him deep into her throat. His eyes flew open in time to see her ‘cat-got-the-cream’ smile, easily identifiable even though his erection was filling her mouth. Her eyes slitted, her tongue flicked, and she sucked. He jerked again, bucking himself further into her mouth, and clutching the window. Below him, he could see the chain glittering as her breasts wobbled in time with the hard suction of her lips. He couldn’t see her cunt, but he could smell her and could imagine the juices running down her legs, slicking her skin. She was tempting him, he suddenly realized, daring him to lose control as utterly as she had. This was the first opportunity he’d given her to try out her own skills and she was taking full advantage of it. He had to admire her gumption, but that didn’t mean he’d let her win. It was past time she understood that he was the one fucking her mouth, not the other way around. Maybe she had realized, because she relaxed as soon as he surged deeper, plunging his length deep in her mouth, withdrawing, then repeating, over and over again. He was a man—he was a visual creature—and the image of his cock thrusting in and out of her warm 107

Persuading Suzanne mouth, seeing her saliva gleaming as he withdrew, only to disappear again, was more than he could stand. He flung his head back and shouted his release, feeling his seed pumping into her as he shuddered with exertion. Her throat convulsed and she swallowed, but his come filled her mouth. It dribbled down her face and over her breasts, dripping to mingle with her own cream. Still, she held the position as he’d instructed, waiting until his cock finally stilled. Cock still throbbing as it slid from her mouth, he stepped back and looked down on her. The Cheshire cat had nothing on the grin that split her face. It was clear that she was feeling pleased with herself. “Thank you,” he said formally, looked down at her, pride filling his eyes. She was still bent in half, her arms shaking with the effort but she was doing everything she could to obey his orders. “You’re welcome.” He raised his eyebrows, not having expected her to talk back, and waggled a finger under her nose. “What am I going to do with you?” “Fuck me?” she suggested, her eyes alight with laughter. “That’s sass, girl,” he reprimanded, “and I’ll definitely have to discipline it out of you.” Her eyes widened in mock fear. “Oooh, really?” “Really.” She looked supremely satisfied with herself— apparently he’d given her just the opening she’d been looking for. He grinned wolfishly, his eyes eating her 108

amy o'connor alive. “Stand up, hands clasped behind your back. Don’t wipe your face or legs.” Suzanne moved with alacrity, careful to hide her uncertainty at his directions. But he’d kept his eyes on her, watching for it, and he saw. That was good, he thought. He wanted her to be unsure—nervous, even. She’d enjoy what they did later all the more if it was prefaced with a little fear. Mike circled her, a solitary finger reaching out to spread some of his come across her face, rubbing it in. He held his finger to her mouth, letting her lick it clean, then stood back to inspect her again. “Your cream is simply dripping from your cunt,” he observed. “I can think of the perfect use for it.” He moved behind her and traced a damp line between her legs, ending at her anus. The next words were purred into her ear, almost lost in her gasp as he thrust his thumb in her asshole. “Time to explore a little, I think.”

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h God! What the hell had she just done? Suzanne squirmed on his impaling finger, desperately trying to ignore the shock that raced straight to her pussy as she moved. This was so not happening to her. Discipline, yeah, sure. Hell, she’d incited him! But this? Oh no. It was just not happening. Why not? That damn voice again! Why not? Because the whole idea of it was so… so… Exciting? Suggested the voice. You’ve gone this far—why not go a little further? Since when had her conscience been advocating wild sex? A few hours ago, she’d been fighting an internal battle to do what she wanted, now the battle was not to get what she wanted? She was so confused! No. Just… no. She couldn’t do it. Mike’s thumb circled in her ass, rubbing on her sensitive inner walls. She had to struggle not to moan her pleasure, to push herself further onto his hand. This was just so…wrong. Are you sure? The little voice was seductive, evilly hinting at all the things she might miss out on if she didn’t follow Mike’s lead. He did say you’d enjoy 110

amy o'connor everything he did, the voice in her head purred. But this? She shook her head fretfully. She just couldn’t. Suzanne’s voice came out as a strangled whisper. “No.” She tried again, more firmly. “No.” “What do you mean ‘no’?” Mike was behind her—she couldn’t see his face— but she could hear his displeasure. And there was something else she couldn’t quite identify… Shaking with the effort, she repeated herself. “No, I don’t want you playing with my…” She couldn’t finish. It was just too embarrassing. “Your what?” Mike asked, twirling his thumb so it stretched her ass impossibly wider. She couldn’t contain her gasp. “My ass,” she hissed as her eyes clouded. “Hmm.” She shuddered as his thumb withdrew, then gasped sharply as he impaled her again. His thumb plus another finger this time, then two fingers of the same hand speared into her pussy. Squirming helplessly at what he was doing to her body, she whimpered. How could she be simultaneously disgusted and aroused? She hated that he could do this to her. Without removing his hand, Suzanne found herself bent forward over his other arm and scooped up against his chest. The movement pushed his fingers deeper inside her, rubbing them against her in time with his steps. Her eyes widened as they neared the door to the bedroom. So far, she’d been too shocked to struggle. 111

Persuading Suzanne Her hands were still clasped together behind her back and, fighting with herself more than with him, she’d released them and reached up to pound on his chest before realizing her unthinking movement only impaled her even more securely on his hand. A wild scream reached her ears and she slumped forwards. Surely that hadn’t been her screaming? She closed her eyes in mortification. There was no question really. The feeling of his fingers scraping hard against her inner walls, the fingers in her cunt curving wickedly to push against her G spot had sent the most amazing wave of pleasure coursing through her. How could she be letting him do this? “Feels good, doesn’t it?” His voice was a hoarse whisper. “No.” The protest was feeble, but at least it was an attempt. “Oh? Should I try again then?” he asked innocently. “No!” He ignored her, shifting her limp body forwards and reaching high inside her, manipulating her body. She reacted as she’d known she would, screaming her pleasure no matter how hard she tried to hold it in. Suzanne’s cry ended on a broken sob. How could he do this to her? She didn’t want it. She didn’t! Mike dropped her on the bed, sprawled on her tummy and proceeded to arrange her limbs, apparently oblivious to her tears. He bent her legs and dragged her knees up until they were tucked under her tummy, pulling her arms forward until she 112

amy o'connor was resting her face on the bedspread. She pulled her arms back down, burrowing them under her face and ignoring his tut of disapproval. She didn’t want to cry, she’d told him she trusted him, she wanted to experiment, so what was wrong with her? One arm was drawn out from under her, then the other. Disbelief dried her eyes in an instant. She raised her head to watch as he pulled her arms taut, clipped the wrist cuffs around her wrists and then onto the tie-down points to either side of the bed. “No!” She was too late. Mike tugged lightly on her right wrist, testing his binding, then stepped back to look at her. “No?” That damn eyebrow quirked again, and he looked… bored. “No.” Suzanne slammed her hips into the bed, destroying his careful arrangement, yanking viciously against the wrist straps. “Tsk, tsk.” He moved behind her, neatly dodging her flailing legs, and ruthlessly bending them back under her. A single long strap was threaded behind her knees and attached to either side of the bed, trapping her with her ass in the air. “I know you want this,” he purred. “Why are you fighting me so hard?” She shook her head wildly, finally realising that struggling wasn’t getting her anywhere. Her head rested on her cheek, facing the wall. She didn’t want to look at him and she didn’t want him to see her fear. “I don’t want it,” she murmured, hating herself for the tears that trickled down her face, puddling near her chin. Their salt was on her lips, reminding her of 113

Persuading Suzanne his taste. Reminding her how enthusiastically she’d let him dominate her only a few minutes before. Suzanne shuddered. But this was different. She didn’t want this. “I’m sure you do,” he countered, his fingers stroking lovingly around her asshole. “You just don’t want to admit it.” “No.” She sounded as hopeless as she felt. Then she felt her hole contract at the first cold contact of a thick, gooey lubricant. Suzanne shuddered. He was really going to go ahead with this. Something heavy landed on the bed only inches from her face. She stared at it, not really recognising it but dully certain of what it was. “A butt plug,” he said matter-of-factly, his fingers never ceasing their steady massage of her anus. “For you.” “No.” “I’m hearing that word a lot,” he observed evenly. “Why not?” “Because I don’t want it,” Suzanne whispered. “Why not?” he shot back. She trembled. “Because I’m not comfortable with you playing in my ass, alright?” His hand stilled. “That’s no reason. At first you weren’t comfortable with bondage either, and look how much you enjoy it now,” he pointed out reasonably. “It’s not the same!” She threw her weight against the straps holding her down. “I don’t like this!” “So give me one good reason why I should stop.” Mike’s fingers caressed her butt cheeks, thankfully 114

amy o'connor staying away from her hole. “Because it’s my body!” “And…?” His voice was quiet and scarily calm. “And if I don’t want something, it should be my choice. For God’s sake! I’m in charge of my own body—no matter what you think!” There was a charged pause. For several seconds no one spoke, the silence only broken by her own ragged breathing. Then Mike stepped back and exhaled, a sigh of relief of Olympic proportions. “Good girl.” The words thudded into her head. She didn’t understand. “I was wondering how long it was going to take you to tell me where to shove it.” He laughed shakily. “But I was starting to worry you were actually going to let me get away with bullying you.” “You mean…” She swallowed, trying to moisten dry lips, “You mean, you weren’t really going to…to…shove that thing up my ass?” “Not today, honey. You’re not ready for it.” He moved around her, loosening the straps and pulling her upright. “I knew you weren’t ready, that’s why I did it.” “Oh, well, of course. That makes perfect sense.” Mike hugged her close, molding her body to his and tucking her head securely under his chin. She could have been a small child being rocked by a parent, she felt so safe. The feeling was light years away from the panic of only a few minutes previously. Suzanne closed her eyes and nuzzled his neck—being cradled like this, cuddled and soothed, 115

Persuading Suzanne she almost let the terror slip away. After a while, he pushed her upright, still supporting her, but forcing her to look at him. Seeing him there, talking so calmly about what he’d just put her through, made her seethe. The anger flooded through her veins and she was ready to spit fire if he so much as dared to try and excuse himself. “I wanted you to realize that it is your body and that submission is a voluntary thing. If you’re forced, like what I was doing,” he grinned ruefully, “then it’s abuse.” “Oh.” She wasn’t quite sure exactly what she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t that. “A practical demonstration?” He nodded, his chin skimming her hair. Tiny shivers raced past her nipples and gathered between her legs. Even after what he’d just done, her body was reacting to him… “Yes.” His breath hissed into her scalp, a tiny hot patch of moist air in the air-conditioned cool of the room. “I adore the fact you trust me as much as you do. But I love you all the more for being strong enough to stand up to me.” Adore? Love? Where had those words come from? Surely it was nothing more than a figure of speech… “So.” Mike’s voice sounded perfectly normal again, in no way helping Suzanne to gather her scattered wits. She was still concentrating on the big 'L' word and didn’t listen to a word he had said. “I suggested watching a movie this afternoon,” he repeated patiently. “There’s a good selection in the TV cabinet.” 116

amy o'connor “What sort?” He laughed. “You’re a suspicious little kitten, aren’t you? Romance, action, horror… Your pick.” “No…ah…adult movies then?” “Probably. But I’m not a big fan of them.” He winked. “I think we can do better ourselves.” “You’re not suggesting…” He laughed louder, chortling as she stared at him in outrage. “Honey, it is just sooo easy to wind you up.” Suzanne snorted. “Romance.” If he was going to laugh at her, then he was going to suffer the consequences. She snapped her fingers at him, every inch the imperious lady. “My clothes.” “Nah. I told you before—I like you naked. You can keep the wrist cuffs though,” he added magnanimously, ducking to avoid the pillow she hurled at his head. “You…you…” “Arrogant male? Horrible, domineering person?” “Not exactly the names I was thinking, but you’ve got the right general idea,” she conceded huffily. “Master, perhaps?” he suggested. “Ah.” Suzanne looked up at him from under her eyelashes. “Lesson over and you’re in charge again?” “Exactly.” She pretended to consider for a few moments, nibbling on the side of her fingernail. “How about we compromise?”

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he movie wasn’t actually too bad, despite what Mike was positive had been a deliberate attempt on Suzanne’s part to pick the most maudlin romance possible. Sleepless in Seattle had to be up there with the best of them… Where was the plot, the conflict? Hell, the two main characters hadn’t even met yet and the movie was more than halfway through. Go figure. His hand stroked over Suzanne’s naked hip, swirls of movement that didn’t disturb her in the slightest. Mind you, she’d started to snore quietly half an hour ago. Her idea of compromise was cute really, he thought. She’d demanded that he take all his clothes off. It was only fair, she’d told him—if she had to go nude, then so did he. He grinned to himself, lightly pinching a nipple and watching her squirm in her sleep. Her chest rose and fell steadily, her brain apparently ignoring whatever signals her body sent out. She’d racked back on the bed, reclining against the pillows, staring as he stripped for her. He did it slowly, prolonging it, making her wait. By the time he 118

amy o'connor was finally naked, she was drooling and already starting to crawl across the bed towards him. He smiled at the memory. The sweet little kitten may have grown claws and been stalking her prey, but he was the more experienced predator. He would win any battle of wills. He’d chuckled and stepped back out of reach, reminding her that they were going to watch a movie now and nothing else. She’d scowled, already over her scare, and flounced out into the living room to choose the DVD. If she’d thought she was calling the shots for the afternoon, he’d quickly disabused her of that idea. She’d chosen a wing-backed chair, angled so she’d get a nice view of his naked body laid out along the lounge opposite. He hadn’t even wasted his breath arguing, just picked her up and slung her onto the lounge beside him. Now he was sprawled on his side, his head comfortably cupped in one hand, the other wrapped loosely over her waist. He’d tipped her over so she was spooned in front of him and they’d been lying the same way now for over an hour. Mike glanced back at the screen, forcing himself to look away from her body. Not that his cock paid any attention. It was pushed tight up against her ass, its head slipping between her legs. He had a hard-on that was so full it was almost painful. And he was not going to do anything about it either, he reminded himself. He was taking her out for dinner in the nearest town—about half an hour’s drive away—and he’d have to wait until after that. 119

Persuading Suzanne Not that it was going to stop him from having some fun with Suzanne while they were out. He knew the restaurant they were going to and knew it was full of hidden alcoves, screened by bowers of flourishing ivy. They also had long tablecloths… The possibilities were endless. He wondered how she’d react? It wasn’t exactly exhibitionism—ah, who was he kidding? Yes, it was. He enjoyed the added thrill of occasionally having sex in public places and he thought she’d enjoy it too. After she got over the first shock, of course. They were alike in so many ways. She was independent, intelligent, and adventurous in her very own, skittishkitten way. He loved the way she tackled a challenge headon—how many other journalists would have used a series of articles about sex to experiment? How many other journalists, for that matter, would have dared to pitch the series in the first place? Mike’s fingers traced the smooth curves of her back as he smiled fondly down on her. God, he loved her. He started upright. Suzanne stirred and murmured a protest, and he hurried to replace his hand on her side, the soothing caress settling her before she could wake herself up. Did he just think ‘love’? He couldn’t have. Mike reran the past few thoughts and images in his mind. They were all of Suzanne and, yep, he’d definitely just told himself he loved her. That was scary—he’d known her for all of two days. What was he doing thinking about love? He’d certainly never held any truck with it before, so why should he start 120

amy o'connor now? And he’d never met Suzanne before, either. She’d bewitched him, burrowed into his head and his heart, and she’d managed it without his even noticing. So what should he do now? The answer was easy, really. Absolutely nothing. If he started spouting off about love and forever, she’d think he’d gone insane—guys just didn’t do that sort of thing. On the other hand, he knew damn well he had to do everything he could to tie her to him. Only to him. She was his now, and he didn’t share. **** After a while, Mike had freed himself from under Suzanne and crept into the kitchen, leaving her draped enticingly over the lounge. She was still asleep and he wanted her to stay that way a little while longer. He hadn’t needed her to tell him just how much stress he’d put her under, forcing her to admit to her limits. The very fact she was still sleeping peacefully showed just how much she’d needed the rest. He glanced back at her, his cock leaping to attention as she rolled onto her back, curling her arms up under her chin. She was still wearing the nipple clamps and they glittered against her dusky aureoles. As he watched, her fingers strayed, reaching for her nipples and tugging gently on the chain that linked them. She wriggled, her legs opening even as her questing fingers drifted down to her naked pussy. What the hell was she dreaming about? It had to be 121

Persuading Suzanne good, because she was moaning now, a tiny waft of sound as her fingers simultaneously plucked at the chain and stroked her mons. Her back arched off the lounge, and she moaned louder, tugging more sharply at her nipples. His own hand went to his cock, pumping it slowly in time with her cries. He was light-headed, torn between going straight over there and finishing her off, and staying where he was and watching her get herself off. Still pumping himself, he strode across the room. He couldn’t do it, couldn’t just stand back and watch her bring herself to orgasm. Erotic as it was, he wanted to be the one who gave her pleasure, not some dream lover. He wasn’t so arrogant to believe it was him she was dreaming of, but he could live in hope. He dropped his cock, ignoring its throbbing, and gently grasped her wrists, drawing them back above her head. It was a matter of seconds to cuff her wrists together, then his hands had replaced hers. It was his fingers drawing her closer to orgasm, his fingers controlling her pleasure. He groaned his approval as her breathing quickened to gasping little pants. She was writhing on the lounge now, her head tossing from side to side as he ever so slowly intensified the pressure. With one hand, he twisted the chain around his fingers, pulling her breasts ruthlessly closer together, the other delved closer to her moist opening. She was already wet for him, her pussy weeping and the liquid dripping down her crack and onto the lounge 122

amy o'connor below. Was she still asleep? He thought so, but it was hard to be sure. Between the way she was twisting under his hands and the pleasured moans and whimpers she was constantly making, it was hard to see the change from sleeping to wakefulness. He slipped two fingers deep inside her, her warmth wrapping around him, and pushed against the most sensitive of her inner walls. His nails scraped against her, a tiny flare of pain to heighten her pleasure. Then he lowered his head and started to lick up her juices. Suzanne’s hips bucked, her body unconsciously pushing further into his mouth, tempting his ministering tongue. He twisted so he could watch her face, watching as the ecstasy overtook her and wiped away all awareness of anything other than what his hands and mouth were doing to her. His tongue swirled up and down her crack, over her mons, into her cunt, and still he watched her. Her eyes were still closed, her mouth taut, and still she slept. She tasted so good—of woman, of sex, of him. He hummed his pleasure against her clit, pleased when her body again bucked against him. One last lingering lick, then he nuzzled her legs fractionally further apart and caught her clit between his teeth. He nipped, at the same time tightening the nipple chain that was still firmly wrapped around his fingers, and he watched, supremely satisfied, as she screamed her release. Her eyes flew open in surprise, her mouth slack as waves of aftershocks traveled through her. Her body jerked helplessly under him 123

Persuading Suzanne and he nipped her clit again. Another orgasm rocketed through her, her come gushing into his waiting mouth, and he thrust his cock hard against her side. **** As Suzanne floated back to earth, her vision was filled with an image of Mike leaning over her, his head flung back and his eyes screwed shut. As she watched, he thrust his cock against her, rocked by his own orgasm. Creamy come spurted out, covering her stomach and she tried to reach for him as he collapsed against her, wanting to run her fingers through his hair, to soothe his shuddering release. She couldn’t move her arms. She nudged him with her hip. “Hello?” Mike looked up and smiled. “You do wake up sometimes, then?” “Mmmm.” Suzanne stretched dreamily, filled with pleasant memories of waking up in the throes of an orgasm. A thought struck her. “My arms?” “Oh, yeah.” He chuckled weakly. “You were masturbating in your sleep and I… ah… well, I was jealous.” She looked at him quizzically. “So, I bound your arms together. Only I get to touch,” he added arrogantly. “Oh, really?” “Yep.” Mike jerked her upright, tugging on the nipple chain to make her follow him. “Come along.” “What do you think I am, a dog?” she grumbled, 124

amy o'connor following him anyway. “Now there’s a thought…” “Brute!” She attempted to hit him, only to have her cuffed hands fall short when he stepped nimbly forwards. “It’s bad protocol to strike the Master,” he told her evenly. “Now, be good, or I will get you a collar and lead.” “You wouldn’t!” He stopped and turned back towards her. “Wouldn’t I?” Suzanne considered for a minute, gauging the implacability of his eyes. “You would, wouldn’t you?” “Yep. But only if you’re really good,” he purred, pulling her forward by the wrists. “Huh?” He laughed, the sound filling the room. “Just walk, would you?” Suzanne allowed him to lead her to the bathroom, surprised to find she wasn’t at all worried by the idea of what he might have planned for her next. She’d just experienced the most amazing orgasm of her life—she still wasn’t sure where the dream had stopped and reality kicked in—and just couldn’t believe he’d do anything bad. Half an hour later, a very satisfied smile covered her face. Mike had pushed her into the shower cubicle, hooked her wrists high above her head and proceeded to wash her—extremely thoroughly. It was amazing what he could do with a flexible showerhead, a washcloth and those very clever 125

Persuading Suzanne fingers of his. Her whole body tingled—was it really possible to orgasm that many times in a row? And she was finding it difficult to concentrate on getting dressed. How could she do up her buttons when she was still trembling so hard from the aftershocks? Mike walked into the room while she was attempting to apply makeup, a towel slung low around his waist, and another draped over his shoulders. His hair was wet and his body still glistened from the shower. She ran her tongue slowly over her lips, imagining it tracing the curves of each and every one of his perfect muscles. She wanted the chance to explore his body as thoroughly as he’d explored hers. Even as she watched, the towel about his hips tented and a lazy grin crossed his face. She could feel her nipples hardening in anticipation. He’d insisted she wear the nipple chain under her clothes, and he hadn’t returned her underwear. She felt vulnerable and naked. Even through the heavy velvet of the dress, she could feel her juices dampening her thighs. At least the black velvet wouldn’t show any stains… Mike grinned more broadly. “No.” “No?” “You’re a greedy little girl, aren’t you? No, you cannot have another orgasm. You can wait ‘til after dinner.” His feral grin shivered its way from her nipples to her pussy, settling with the heady weight of anticipation. After dinner, hmmm?

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ark blue eyes met his across the rim of her wineglass. Their color had changed again, almost as if the matte black of her dress was swallowing them up, deepening them to indigo. They were the color of a moonlit ocean, fathomless yet somehow innocent. Mike smiled, a sexy little smile full of promise for the evening ahead. Under the table, their feet touched, their legs tangled. It wasn’t so much that the table was small as that they sat adjacent to each other, rather than opposite. He watched the flush of awareness creep up her cheeks, the heightened color similar to how she looked right at the point of orgasm. He ran his fingers suggestively up and down the stem of his wineglass, waiting for her eyes to catch the tiny movement. As soon as they did, she blushed. He was having fun playing with her tonight, more fun than he could remember having before with such simple little games. Even before he’d made his first slightly naughty comment of the evening, Suzanne had looked guilty. Her eyes were bright and darting everywhere, 127

Persuading Suzanne probably checking no one had realized she’d gone commando under the gorgeous little dress. Her hands fluttered nervously, fiddling with the hem of her dress, smoothing her hair, shredding her heavy linen napkin. And she was gorgeous. Mike wasn’t the only man in the restaurant who’d noticed how well the figurehugging cut of the bodice accentuated her curves, or how the ultra low-cut neckline gave the occasional tantalizing glimpse of a flash of gold. She had a lush figure anyway—a slim waist and curves in all the right places—but this dress showed it off to perfection. A grin of very masculine satisfaction crossed his face as he leaned back and savored her, every tiny nuance. She was his to enjoy. The intensity of his gaze made her squirm, her eyes again darting to check that no one had noticed their by-play. Her eyes widened in mortification as her unplanned movement made her bottom rub against the cool timber of the seat. Her skirt was short anyway, but he’d told her to lift it so her bare ass was resting on the wood. No one could see, but he knew— and so did she. Mike chuckled at her discomfort. She was so easy to tease, and he was enjoying her reactions. He’d been right, he thought. As the meal progressed, she was growing steadily more aroused. The very fact of her naked ass in such a public place, and the constant little reminders of what she’d accepted when she’d agreed to submit to him sexually, had her glowing in animation, and he could see her excitement steadily 128

amy o'connor growing. “So,” he leaned back, purposefully rubbing his foot sensually against her calf. She wore silk stockings, and the slippery friction soon had her staring vaguely into the distance. “Mmm?” “How’s your article coming along?” Suzanne jerked herself back to real time, the dreamy haze in her eyes rapidly clearing. “What’s it to you?” “I’m your editor, remember?” he told her gently, nudging his foot higher and forcing her legs to spread wide. She gasped as the cold leather of his shoe touched her naked pussy, then glared across at him, attempting to ignore the slowly increasing pressure of his foot against her clit. “Stop it!” “Stop what?” “You know,” she hissed, glancing around. Mike just winked lazily. And pressed harder. “The article?” he prompted. “I’m not writing it until Tuesday.” “I know that.” He was patient. “But you must have some thoughts about it.” Suzanne grimaced, her eyes narrowing as she tried to concentrate. She started to reach under the table, presumably to push him away, but Mike stared her down, quietly telling her to put both hands on the table where he could see them. Scowling, she obeyed. “Good girl. Now, the article?” “Oh, stop harping, would you!” 129

Persuading Suzanne He shook his head. “Nope.” “Fine, then.” She attempted to snort, but didn’t manage it. He simply pushed his toe more firmly against her clit and twisted. The vibration that shuddered through her had her screwing her eyes closed and a sharp hiss of breath escaping through clenched teeth. “Discipline can be fun, can’t it?” he whispered, brushing aside the tablecloth and reaching under the table. He pushed her skirt up, baring her stomach. “Now, are you going to tell me about the article, or am I going to make you come right now?” His thumb slipped over her clit, and one finger tickled the moist flesh at her entrance. “Right. The article,” she panted, her hands fisting in the tablecloth as he continued to stroke her. “I’m thinking the three articles should be linked but different, so they’ll all stand alone. Equally, if someone reads the first one, I want them interested enough to buy the magazine for the next two articles as well.” “Hmmm?” “First one… ‘Know Your Own Needs’, then… I’m not sure…” she gasped, her neck arching back as his finger inched its way into her cunt, “but something like an introduction to different…” her eyes flew open, “types of sex—positions and games.” “And the third article?” Mike sounded totally unconcerned, as if it wasn’t conceivable that he was nonchalantly finger-fucking her in the middle of a crowded restaurant. Suzanne groaned, a tortured whisper of sound. 130

amy o'connor “Kinks,” she finally managed, “and fetishes. Bondage, domination, pain, that sort of thing.” “Is that all?” “Almost forgot,” she moaned quietly. “Exhibitionism.” “Good girl.” And he withdrew his hand, knowing he was leaving her hovering on the edge, but not quite close enough to fall over into oblivion. “What…?” She looked dazed, sounded sulky. Like a child, Mike thought. One who’d been offered a sweet, only to have it snatched away just as they reached out to accept it. He raised his hand above the table, turning it to study the cream that dripped down his knuckles. “I said no more orgasms until after dinner,” he reminded her silkily, “And, unless I’m mistaken, here’s the waiter with the main course right now.” Suzanne stared in horror as he laid his hand casually on the tablecloth, her come on his finger glistening in the candlelight. He raised an eyebrow as the waiter deftly laid the plates and retreated to the kitchen. “Is there a problem with your meal?” He looked pointedly at the beautifully arranged trout filet surrounded by artistically placed summer vegetables. She blushed and looked away. “No. Thank you. Nothing’s wrong.” “Do you know…” he raised his hand again, fingers splayed, “I seem to have something on my finger.” His tongue flashed out, delicately lapping at her come. “Mmm.” His voice came out as a husky growl. “You taste good.” He offered her his hand. “Try it.” 131

Persuading Suzanne Suzanne shook her head, resolutely picking up her knife and fork. “No, thank you.” “That wasn’t a request.” She looked up. He’d shuttered his face, and stared back at her. She hesitated, then reached out to pull his wrist closer, startled when he ignored her tentative tug, his wrist remaining exactly where it was. Mike looked pointedly at her cleavage. “You come to me.” “Oh.” As she lowered her head over his hand, stretching across the table, Mike smiled. She’d looked so startled when she’d finally understood what he wanted—and he did get a very nice view of her cleavage. The neckline gaped, just enough to expose her nipples to his hungry eyes. Her hair shielded her from anyone else who might be watching. He reveled in the fact that she was putting herself on display for him. Because he’d asked. Obviously, she trusted him, and for her to gift him with that trust so quickly was priceless. She was scared of what she was doing—even now he could feel her trembling as her mouth wrapped itself around his finger—but he didn’t think she’d realized that he’d never do anything to publicly embarrass her. He knew no one else would see her perform fellatio on his fingers—she didn’t. He may have been basically a nice guy, but she didn’t need to know that. The tingle of fear, of uncertainty, only increased her pleasure. But was that pleasure enough to convince her they were perfect for each other? Mike didn’t know. He’d 132

amy o'connor never wanted permanence before, so he had no idea of how to go about getting it. **** The thought of him watching her made her tremble. She could feel his eyes on her breasts, mentally stripping away her dress and leaving her open to his gaze. He knew her body by now. She imagined his eyes traveling past her erect nipples, skimming over the chain he’d insisted on tightening before they left the cabin, dropping down to her navel, turning her to inspect the little tattoo on her ass. She sucked on his finger, dragging it deep into her mouth, then using her tongue to guide it slowly back out. In her mind she was watching herself make love to his fingers. She let herself drift, her imagination running wild, as her tongue continued to stroke him. The restaurant was full, she was naked, yet no one seemed to be paying attention. Her head was bent over his hand, then he nudged her downwards and she slipped under the table, legs akimbo, the carpet rough on her bare ass. Hidden in the cocoon of the tablecloth, she opened his trousers, grasped his cock, and buried her head in his lap. Mouth watering, she suckled him. With one hand she cradled his balls, squeezing and pinching until he begged her to finish him off. And all the time her mouth was gliding up and down his cock, tasting him, teasing him. Her other hand fondled her breasts, then dropped so she could play between her own legs, her fingers plunging into her cunt, her thumb rubbing her clit until she reached her own orgasm. When the shudders had left her, she sucked 133

Persuading Suzanne him deep into her throat, forcing his climax. She swallowed his come as he pumped into her, not releasing him from her mouth until she’d felt his legs fall limply against her. He pulled her up from under the table, cradling her in his lap, stroking her breasts and nuzzling her neck. His clothes scraped against her. She was naked in his arms, yet still none of the other diners seemed aware of her nudity. He leaned over her, his mouth meshed with hers, and she drowned in his kiss. “Suzanne.” The sexy rumble drifted into her ears. “Suzanne.” “Mmm?” “Honey? Time to come back to me.” She heard him chuckle, a sound as comforting as warm chocolate sauce and forced her eyes open. She blinked sleepily, only slowly becoming aware she was still bent over his hand, his fingers still in her mouth. The sounds of the restaurant trickled into her conscious—the thump of the swing door to the kitchen closing behind a waiter, the drone of conversation, the clink of silver against china. “Um…” She felt her cheeks flame as the details of her fantasy raced back into her mind. He raised a mildly enquiring eyebrow. “Yes?” “Did I… um… do anything… um…?” Mike leant back in his chair, a thoughtful frown creasing his forehead. “Was it a good fantasy?” Oh, God. She could have crawled under the table in embarrassment. No, she couldn’t—just the thought of it brought back way-too-vivid memories. Maybe she could crawl under her chair instead… What the hell had she done? 134

amy o'connor “Honey?” Suzanne dropped her face into her hands. “What?” “I’m teasing you.” Not quite believing him, she looked up, her face still half-hidden as she peered out between her fingers. “Really,” he added, and reached out to pull her hands away. He pushed them onto the table, then gathered one of her hands in both of his, his hands large and warm over her slender fingers. “I would never ask you to do something that would truly embarrass you,” he told her. “And neither would I let you embarrass yourself if I could possibly prevent it.” Suzanne just stared at him, seeing the sincerity in the clear grey of his eyes. For once, he wasn’t attempting to hide anything from her, and his eyes were filled with emotion. Just what those emotions were, she wasn’t quite sure. Yes, he cared for her welfare—but was that all? “You were off in your own little sub-space,” he told her, misinterpreting her silence. “That’s a good thing. I’m glad you’re comfortable enough with me to let yourself go like that. And believe me,” he added earnestly, “you can always trust me to look after you.” Always? Always was a long time. She drew a shaky breath, not really wanting to go where her thoughts were steering her right this minute. She hadn’t known him long enough. There was no way he could have meant what she thought he just said… “I am comfortable with you,” she admitted after a 135

Persuading Suzanne long pause to gather her thoughts into a more acceptable direction. “And I do trust you.” “Good.” He was visibly relieved, and apparently as keen to change the subject as she was. “Your dinner’s getting cold.” “So it is.” She picked up her fork and picked at the trout, her mind awhirl. Was he really talking about forever? Maybe he was simply trying to reassure her, to make her feel comfortable about what they were doing. Or maybe he was talking about forever.

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he rest of dinner had passed in a blur, as had the drive back to the cabin. Despite his promise, he hadn’t relieved her frustration, and her body was still tingling several hours later. Every brush of the velvet skirt against her legs reminded her of the feel of his fingers drifting up between her thighs. Then there was the cool night air on her skin when they walked out to the car. It made her tremble as she felt an imaginary tongue laving her breasts. Even the simple act of driving had turned up the tension in her body. The steady thrum of the tires on the tarmac became the background hum of conversation in the restaurant, casting her memories straight back to the pleasure he’d given her under the table. And how he’d left her hanging. Damn but she was horny! She could feel the moisture between her legs—feel it making the leather seat slippery—and the gentle movement of the car as it bumped up the long driveway to the cabins caused her to slide in her seat. Soft velvet felt as rough as tulle. It brushed over her clit and she squirmed, desperate to get some friction. Her eyes closed of their own accord, her legs fell open, and she let her hand move between her legs, 137

Persuading Suzanne rubbing slow circles right where she needed them. There was no comment from the driver’s seat so she kept going, thrusting her hips harder against her hand, cupping her naked pussy in her palm. Oh, it felt good. So good. A tiny mewl of pleasure escaped her lips. Even hearing herself turned her on. God, what had Mike done to her? A week ago she’d have blushed scarlet at the very idea of moaning out loud as she masturbated herself and she’d never even have thought about doing it in the front seat of a car. Was he watching her? Getting hard as he heard her groan out her pleasure? Her head fell back, and she slipped a finger up into her pussy. She had to come soon, she was desperate. “Moan for me.” Mike’s voice was hoarse. “Let me hear how much you’re enjoying yourself.” Oh, God! He was watching her! Her finger pushed deeper into her cunt, and she slumped further back in the seat. Was he getting off on seeing her masturbate herself? The car stopped. “We’re home,” he husked, and she cranked open a single eyelid. “Time to hop out.” “No,” she panted. “Not yet.” Her finger probed deeper and she pushed her thumb harder against her clit. She was so close… Then his hands descended on hers, lifting them clear. Suzanne slumped back in the seat, almost sobbing in frustration. She tugged fruitlessly at his wrists, but they didn’t budge. “I need…” “I know what you need, honey. Come inside and let me make love to you.” 138

amy o'connor She heard the words, she did, but it took a while for them to sink in. Let me make love to you. That sounded like a request? It was too much to think about. She shook her head in confusion. “Please…” Then he was at her door, lifting her out and steering her up the steps into the cabin. Within seconds he’d pulled her dress over her head and laid her out across the bed, propped on the pillows. Mike stripped off his own clothes and joined her, lying hip to hip. His hand stroked her waist, and a flock of hummingbirds fluttered their tiny wings in her stomach before making their way lower. His hand drifted up to her breasts, fiddling with the nipple chain and wringing choking little sobs of desperation from deep in her throat. The other rested on her pussy, unmoving. “Please…” she begged, thrusting her hips towards him. He flicked at the chain and another ripple of pleasure surged through her veins. “Please… I need…” “I know,” he soothed, and tugged again, making her hips arch off the bed. Finally she felt him sliding one long finger deep into her pussy, then another, and another. He pivoted his hand, spearing her deep, and pushed on her inner walls, at the same time brushing his thumb over her clit and tugging gently on the nipple chain. The sensations pummeled her from all directions. Her body was on fire, and she clenched her hands in the bedding, willing him to help her reach that peak. 139

Persuading Suzanne Just one more time…she begged silently. One more touch. She bucked and writhed, his hands were everywhere, his mouth was on her breasts, then she couldn’t separate one sensation from another as her world became one giant explosion of color and sensation. She was shuddering her release, over and over again, when she felt him roll on top of her, thrusting his cock deep in her cunt. Her inner muscles massaged him, milked him, and she was still trembling when he collapsed on top of her, his hot come spilling out of her pussy, running down her leg and over the sheets. “Oh. My.” “That about sums it up,” he agreed weakly. He rolled to his side, nuzzling butterfly kisses into her neck. He snuggled her close, whispering in her ear. Totally spent, she relaxed, her own fingers stroking the hard strength of his chest. His skin was so soft, yet the muscles underneath were so firm… Just before sleep overtook her, she would have sworn she heard “I love you” mumbled into her neck. She smiled. It was a nice dream. **** Suzanne came awake slowly, too well sated to separate reality from her dreams. So it was a while before she realized it was Mike’s tongue lapping in her ear, twirling and sucking until she moaned softly 140

amy o'connor and forced her eyes open. She met his heavy-lidded gaze, his dark eyes brimful of emotion, and stretched sinuously as he smiled lazily. The smile held the sultry promise of another long night, and its heat rippled along her spine. For what was maybe the first time, he was looking at her with his barriers down, and she smiled shyly back. How could she not? When he looked at her like that, he made her feel precious. Special. No one else had ever been able to do that. Could she possibly make him feel the same way? She arched her back into him as he reached up to brush a strand of hair off her face. She felt tousled, sexy. Like a woman who’d just been thoroughly loved. Loved—not fucked. His eyes took on a warm glow as he continued to look at her. She’d swear he could see straight through to her heart and read every thought she was trying so hard to avoid. This was supposed to be ‘no strings attached’ sex. It was a dare. A project. And she wasn’t the sort of woman who went around giving away her heart along with her body. So she couldn’t be in love. Could she? She shook her head impatiently, banishing the thought. That was absolutely the last thing she needed—to fall in love with a guy who was out for a bit of short-term fun. It’s too late, the little voice whispered. Fool! “You know,” Mike interrupted her thoughtfully, “Every time I look at you, my imagination goes into 141

Persuading Suzanne overdrive. I think of all the things I want to do with you, and I just can’t imagine ever having enough time to get through them all.” Her eyes widened in horror. He had been reading her mind! Or maybe he’s just talking sexual fantasies? She could even imagine the little voice rubbing its hands together in glee as it crowed over her discomfort. Sexual fantasies. Right. She metaphorically squared her shoulders. She could handle that. “Like what?” she ventured, nipping her bottom lip. “Well,” he drawled, “I’d love to see you helpless…” “Tell me something I don’t know,” she muttered under her breath. She glanced up at him and he winked, his grin wicked. “ I love to see my woman walk towards me with a butt plug up her ass, begging me to fuck her.” He paused, his eyes slightly glazed. “It changes how you walk, sort of emphasizes how you’re all mine. How I inserted the plug, how I’m the one who’ll take it out...“ A satisfied smile crossed his face. “When I’m ready.” Suzanne listened, all the more fascinated because he could obviously see it so clearly in his mind. His face had relaxed and he even sighed at the image, his hands fluttering as he talked. “And with your hands cuffed to your waist, you can’t satisfy yourself. Can’t remove the plug, either,” he added with a grin. “I want to see you needing me to fuck you so bad, wanting the pleasure of my cock 142

amy o'connor up your ass and my fingers pinching your nipples… Maybe a vibrator in your cunt…” Mike sucked in a deep breath. His eyes were smoldering. “Oh, man. That’d be so good.” “But I don’t like…” He was quick to reassure her, his eyes clearing instantly. “I know that, honey. It’s a fantasy—that’s what you wanted me to tell you, wasn’t it?” “I guess.” She didn’t sound all that sure, but he’d given her an easy out and she wasn’t going to waste it. He rolled to face her, his expression suddenly more serious. “Mind you, I think you’d enjoy it. You’re nervous about it now—I know you are—but don’t deny yourself the pleasure forever. When you’re ready to try it, I’ll be here for you.” Forever? There was that word again. He really sounded like he was talking about a long-term relationship. Okay, so she’d fallen hard, but that didn’t necessarily mean he had too. She was kidding herself if she thought that. It was almost as if he could read her mind, because he’d answered her confused jumble of thoughts before she’d even worked out for herself what they all meant, let alone managed to put anything sensible into words. “Honey, from the minute you walked into that café Friday morning, I felt the attraction.” “But…” Suzanne paused while she tried to figure out exactly what he was saying. The words seemed simple enough—she had to be misunderstanding 143

Persuading Suzanne him. “But you didn’t even know who I was.” “Nope.” Why did he sound so satisfied? Her nose wrinkled as she tried to figure it out. Mike smiled. “Don’t you believe in love at first sight?” There was that blasted ‘L’ word again! Love at first sight? “I… I guess.” “Well, so do I.” He was looking at her like that explained everything. Feeling plain stupid, she had to ask anyway. “So you’re saying…?” He reached out, his palm cradling her chin. “For the first time in my life, I’ve fallen in love.” “No.” Mike raised an eyebrow. “No?” “No. You can’t mean it. It’s too soon.” “Darlin’, it’s never too soon.” “Oh.” That stumped her. He sounded so sure of himself. **** She was adorable when she was confused. There she was, sitting beside him, her jaw trembling under his thumb, still trying to deny what he knew was a certainty. He was in love. She was in love. Who cared if it had only been a few days? He knew. “But…” “Still arguing, honey?” 144

amy o'connor Suzanne nodded. “I just…it’s…that is…” She petered out helplessly. He stiffened, and his heart missed a beat. Surely she wasn’t trying to tell him she didn’t have any feelings towards him? Was she trying to let him down easy? Shit! “What, honey?” he tried to sound reassuring, to tamp down the inner caveman who just wanted to chuck her over his shoulder and drag her home to his place. Forever. She screwed her eyes closed, and he braced himself for the worst. “You’re a war correspondent!” “Ah.” Was that her only problem? “I’m senior editor at Me. I’m not leaving.” “Why not? You hate it there.” Where the hell had she heard that rumor? And the scary thing was that, for once, the rumors were true. “Well, I wouldn’t have picked it for myself,” he admitted carefully. “But it’s the family business. I’ve a responsibility there. Besides,” he attempted to lighten the atmosphere, “Dad would kill me if I left, and how could I live with myself if I let him murder me?” He grinned suddenly. “Was that the hint of a smile I saw?” He tipped her chin up to see better, and was rewarded by a full-fledged grin. “It was!” Suzanne poked her tongue out and he waggled a finger under her nose. “Careful or I might catch it—with my teeth!” “Oooohhh.” She mock-shivered. “Seriously though, are you really planning on staying?” He sobered. “Yeah. I’m expected to take over the magazine within a few years. I’ve always known 145

Persuading Suzanne that.” “And is it what you want?” Mike shrugged. “I don’t not want it, if you know what I mean?” “Not really, but I’ll take your word for it.” With a playful growl, he tackled her, trapping her on her back underneath him. Her eyes stared up at him, a glimmer of amusement lurking somewhere behind their blue, blue depths. “I love you, I want you, I’m staying.” Damning himself for the hint of uncertainty in his voice, he asked, “Do you want me?” ‘Want’ wasn’t everything, but it would do for now. Suzanne smiled, a radiant glow that lit her up from within, and made his cock hard all over again. Would he ever not want to rip her clothes off and fuck her ‘til she screamed? “No, I don’t want you,” she said. Mike froze. Her words were worse than a bucket of ice water tipped down the back of his neck. “But I love you, so I guess I’m stuck with you,” she carried on serenely. He growled. “Teasing little minx! You deserve—“ “I deserve to be disciplined for that, don’t I?” She giggled then sighed, a contented little sound, and wriggled to make herself more comfortable under his pinioning weight as he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. “You deserve to be kissed senseless, is what you deserve.” Suzanne cocked an eyebrow. “Well? I’m waiting.” 146

amy o'connor She pushed her hips upwards, grinding them into his erection. “Are you…” Anything else she might have said was cut off as his mouth descended hungrily on hers. He figured they had a whole lifetime ahead for discussing the details. Right now, he had other things on his mind. The End

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About the Author

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my O’Connor lives in the Australian outback. When she’s not writing (which isn’t very often) she can usually be found attempting to round up her sons, cats, and poultry, or trying to restore her 100 year old garden. Occasionally, she even manages to sneak in a few hours reading a good book. Unfortunately, since that tends to involve running away and hiding on the side verandah, it doesn’t happen as regularly as she’d like!