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Together
they rode in silence except for the thundering sound of his heartbeat
rushing blood in his ears.
    The door dinged open and he
pushed her toward his apartment. They might have made it inside had
he not heard the rough catch in her throat. That simple sound was
enough to send him over the edge. He pushed her against the wall next
to his front door and ground himself against her ass. There were no
other tenants on this floor so they were unlikely to be interrupted.
Although with the surge of possessive need tearing through him,
someone showing up would not deter him from his goal.
    He needed her right fucking now.
    The thin fabric of her skirt did
nothing to stop him. He shoved the material out of his way and slid
his fingers underneath the elastic of her panties. The wet heat that
greeted him ripped a groan from his throat as he buried his face in
her thick dark hair.
    “ Fuck, kitten. You’re
always so god damned wet for me. How can you walk away from that?”
    “ Please, Alex—”
She struggled against his hold.
    “ No, don’t say
another word. I can’t take another excuse from you right now.
The fierce heat of your needy cunt is all the truth I need at the
moment.” He reached between their bodies and unfastened his
belt, unzipped his pants and shoved them down his hard thighs. With
her body pinned to the wall, he slammed into her. A cross between a
snarl and a growl hissed from Harper as he gave himself over to the
instinct to simply claim. He drove into her with one thrust after
another. She was his and he wasn’t letting her go without a
fight.
    His woman. His submissive.
    The snug grasp of her pussy made
it hard for him to think. With each stroke she got wetter and hotter.
His balls were already drawing tight. Fuck she drove him insane. He’d
ached for her when they were apart, but this—this need made him
feel insane. Incoherent words tumbled from her mouth while she bucked
her hips to meet his thrusts.
    The image of her collar sitting
on his table tore through his mind every time he fucked into her. She
had to get the message that they weren’t separating like this.
If nothing else she’d understand the primal instinct between a
Dominant and submissive.
    The last several weeks had gotten
them out of whack and he strove to rebalance their relationship
tonight.
    He slapped her ass, a hard spank
that would leave behind a nice red streak. There’d be time for
more of that later but she needed to remember why they were doing
this. “We don’t need a symbol to know who your Master is,
Harper. But your lack of respect for your collar shocks me. If you
truly don’t want to wear it anymore, you’re going to have
to ask for your release.” He thrust hard, slamming her into the
wall. “Politely.”
    “ Yes, M—Master,”
she cried, her words spoken through hard pants. That coupled with the
erotic sucking noises of her slick pussy made his chest puff with
pride. He tightened his grip on her wrists and rolled onto the balls
of his feet to adjust the angle of his thrusts. Her sharp intake of
breath let him know he’d hit the perfect spot he sought.
    “ Don’t forget your
rules. No coming without permission,” he warned.
    “ Oh please, Alex, I can’t…”
The pleasure sweeping across her face tore at his resolve. In a split
second he withdrew and flipped her forward.
    “ Open your eyes and look at
me, dammit,” he said as he shoved back inside her.
    She blinked several times before
she locked onto his gaze. Her eyes didn’t look focused yet.
“C’mon, kitten. Eyes on me while I fuck this sweet pussy.
You’re going to do this. Fight the clawing need to orgasm until
I tell you it’s okay.”
    “ Why are you doing this to
me?” she pleaded, small whimpers following every other word.
    “ Because you haven’t
earned it yet, baby. And I want to watch you squirm and struggle.”
He tunneled deeper, making sure to change the angle of his thrusts
each time.
    “ I can’t do it,”
she whined.