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against my back. “You’re so wet,
sweetheart. So hot and tight. Perfect.”
    The pad of his thumb grazed my clit as he continued to
stroke the inner walls of my vagina. I moaned helplessly.
    “I could make you come like this, couldn’t I?”
    “You know you can…you have…”
    “True, but not this time.”
    I gasped as he withdrew his hand, leaving me strung so
tightly that every cell in my body felt about to scream.
    “Why--?” I only just managed to gasp.
    “Because,” he said as his hand wrapped around the thin edge
of my thong and tugged, “I think you need to learn a lesson.”
    “W-what--?” What was he talking about? What did he intend? I
sucked in breath, struggling against the wave of dark, forbidden excitement
that rippled through me.
    The silk of my panties tore. I felt the heat of his breath
on the nape of my neck as with agonizing slowness, he drew the fabric from between
my legs before holding it aloft.
    As the sodden evidence of my need for him dangled from the
tip of the finger that has just been inside me, he said, “Rather than trust me
enough to tell me what happened, you’re using your body to distract me. That
being the case, I’m going to use it, too.”
    Before I could even begin to process that, he draped my torn
panties over the knob of the nearest kitchen cabinet, where they hung like a
wet, musk-scented battle trophy.
    As I stared at them, Lucas said, “Spread your legs wider.”
    A flare of stubbornness made me hesitate. Until, that is, a
rock-hard thigh thrust between mine. “Wider,” he growled.
    The hair on my nape rose. I could feel goosebumps breaking
out all over my body. As a lover, Lucas was magnificent--passionate, skilled,
and above all generous.
    But he’d never been angry before and he clearly was now. A
shiver ran through me. How far would he go?
    How far would I let him?

Chapter Three
     

Lucas
     
     
    Slap!
    The palm of my hand landed squarely in the center of Emma’s
right ass cheek. The firm flesh jiggled just a little from the impact.
    She yelped in surprise. “Lucas! What are you--?”
    Whatever she meant to say turned into a soft moan as I cupped
her pussy, parting her outer folds and pinching her clit. The contrast was
deliberate. I wanted her off-balance, uncertain, trembling on the brink and
dependent on me to get her past it.
    I was pushing her hard and I knew it. But damn it, I
couldn’t bring myself to stop. The helpless fury I felt threatened to engulf
me.
    It wasn’t bad enough that she’d refused to tell me what had
really happened while she was out. She’d turned my own effort to use sex to
persuade her against me, playing me like the sensual virtuoso she had become.
    In barely a week!
    What would she be like with a little more practice? As it
was, I went around feeling like I was fourteen again, perpetually randy and
struggling to think about anything other than getting her under me again…or on
top…or however. Most of my brain seemed to be taken up thinking about how she
felt, how she tasted, the sounds she made, the way her wet pussy spasmed around
my cock when she came, milking me--
    Hell, Chase Hollis had trounced me at handball the other day
because I literally couldn’t keep my eye on the ball. Who knew what other
humiliations laid in wait.
    For the first time in my life, I was in danger of being
pussy whipped. No fucking way was I going to let that happen.
    Slap!
    The sight of her skin turning pink under my hand almost
undid me. I was bound and determined to be in control, but all she had to do
was wiggle her ass and give one of those throaty little moans to have me on the
verge of coming.
    For a moment, I was tempted to do so. The mental image of
that sweet pink ass marked with my come had undeniable appeal. Plus that would
leave her hanging, which might be the best way to get her to think seriously
about telling me the truth. Once she did, I’d be magnanimous and get her off
spectacularly.
    Except if I knew Emma, she’d