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  “Ground rules,” I said quickly as he moved the lacy strip of underwear to the side.

  “Go on,” he said, crooked smile on his lips as he dragged a finger down my opening. “Christ, you’re so wet.”

  My eyes rolled as he touched me with feather lightness. “Ground rules,” I said again, trying to hold on to my thoughts as he played with my clit. “Safe word..” The rest of my sentence trailed away as he found just the right pressure to pull a moan from me.

  “It’s corsage, I remember,” he said and plunged a finger deep into me.

  “Oooooh!” I grabbed his wrist, making him stop. “This is important, and I can’t think straight while you’re doing that.”

  He gave me a quizzical look.

  “The safe word won’t work if you’ve got your hand on my throat. If I knock on the wall three times, that means stop.”

  “Got it. Anything else?”

  “Yes. But we’ll get to that later,” I smiled at him, knowing that as good as this was going to be, showing him what we could really do would be even better.

  With his free hand, he yanked mine from his wrist, grabbed my other hand and pinned them above my head. “Do you like that, Belle?”

  “Yes.” The word came out as a breathy shudder and as hot as I’d been before, trapping my arms turned it up tenfold.

  “And how about this? Do you like it when I touch your tight little cunt like this?”

  I couldn’t answer, just gasp and moan as his fingers drew maddening circles around my clit.

  “Answer me, Belle,” a harsh edge to his tone as he flicked across my clit hard enough to be the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

  “Ooooooo! Yes!”

  “Yes what?” he pulled his fingers away. A tiny punishment for the wrong answer.

  I knew he’d be an incredible Dom.

  “Yes, I like it when you touch my tight little cunt like that. Please, don’t stop.” I wiggled my hips toward him, and he rewarded my correct answer with two fingers deep inside me. He curled them upward, toward my belly button, but didn’t push them in and out like most. Instead, he finger fucked me with an up and down motion which kept constant pressure on my g-spot.

  My eyes rolled up and I screamed as he gave me the quickest climax I’d ever had.

  “Did you like that?” He asked when my legs stopped shaking.

  “Yes,” I said nodding.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, sir,” I replied with a lazy smile.

  “Uh-uh,” he said shaking his head.

  My stomach dropped in a delicious way. This sexy, amazing, gorgeous guy who was also an incredible natural Dom wanted me to call him the highest honorific there was. It turned me on like nothing else could. “Yes, Master.” I whispered the words to him and was rewarded with a dazzling smile.

  Chapter Six

  Aiden

  I swear to Christ I almost came in my pants when she said it. I yanked at my zipper, freeing my rock hard cock and rubbed the length between her slick pussy lips. “Do you like that?” I asked, tapping the head on her swollen clit.

  She nodded and let out the sweetest, sexiest moan I’d ever heard.

  The sound made me even harder but it wasn’t the right answer.

  I squeezed her wrists sharply, making Belle gasp as her eyes flew open. “Yes, Master, I like it very much.”

  “Tell me what you want me to do, Belle.” I brushed the head of my cock against her soaked opening, pressing just the slightest bit into her.

  “Please,” she said, scooting herself closer to me.

  I pulled away. I wanted to hear it. I loved hearing it.

  She rocked her hips and arched her back trying to get more. “Please,” she said again.

  I squeezed her wrists even harder. “Tell me what I want to hear, Belle,” I growled.

  She shook her head and pressed her lips together. I smiled, what a little glutton. “You want me to tease you? Is that it?” I rubbed myself along her folds slowly, watching as shivers racked through her body.

  “Yes, Master. Please tease me.”

  Her fucking incredible tits heaved out of the black corset and she shuddered uncontrollably against me. I leaned in and did just what I saw myself doing earlier—burying my face in them. Fuck! She was so soft and warm and smelled like vanilla and cherries. If I had died right then I would die happy.

  “Please,” she said again, pulling me from the reverie of her rack.

  “Please what, Belle?”

  Her eyes fluttered closed as I ground myself against her. “Please…” she trailed off into a string of moans. I kept grinding against her and leaned in to suck on her pink nipple. First I took it between my teeth, flicking it back and forth with my tongue. That got me quite a few more moans and sighs. Then, I sucked on it hard, harder than the average person would like. I sucked hard enough to make Belle beg for more. When I pulled away a ring of pinkish, bruised flesh stayed behind.

  “Please, Master,” she said when I looked up. “I want you to fuck me.”

  I obliged her wide-eyed request, slamming my full length deep into her tight, perfect cunt. Fuck! She was so hot, so wet, if I wasn’t careful I’d come way before I was ready to stop fucking her.

  “Tell me when you’re close, Belle,” I said.

  “Yes, Master,” she said, grinding herself against me as I held her fast to the wall with my hips.

  “You’ve got the sweetest little cunt I’ve ever seen, Belle,” I whispered to her.

  Belle moaned, arching her back into each of my thrusts. “I’m getting close, Master.”

  I put my hand to her throat. First gently, astonished at how soft and supple her skin was, and how easily I could fit her entire neck in my hand. Then I applied slow, even pressure. “Are you going to come for me, Belle?” She nodded. “Good, I want you to come for me. I want to see you come like this. I want to see you come harder than you ever have before.”

  A tremendous orgasm ripped through her—eyes rolled up, body thrashing into mine. She came so hard, I could feel her tightening around my cock.

  And that was it for me. I exploded into her, coming harder and longer than I ever had before.

  I let go of her neck, slowly, gently so she wouldn’t get a head rush or pass out. Then I let go of her wrists and held her close to me until she started to breathe normally.

  Chapter Seven

  Belle

  I knew he was a natural, I thought to myself as I heaved against his chest, catching my breath. I knew he was, and yet somehow I hadn’t expected him to be so good at it. Like right now, this was aftercare done right—but how did he know to do it? How did he know how to squeeze a throat but not make a bruise?

  I also knew as soon as he put his hand to my throat that I could trust him completely and that feeling of letting go, of putting trust so entirely in someone else was so intimate, so freeing.

  So fucking hot.

  My mind raced through all the things I wanted to show him, teach him, all the ways I wanted to please him. But they would have to wait. I couldn’t do any of those things in a library.

  “Belle?” he said my name so softly, so gently, it was almost like he’d turned my given name into a pet name.

  “Mmm?”

  “Do you need anything? Water? Food?”

  I smiled into his chest. “No, but thank you. That’s very thoughtful and exactly what a good Dom should do.”

  “Do you think you can stand on your own?”

  I nodded and he guided me down the wall. “Ooooh,” I said as my thighs were freed of his hips and finally in a neutral position.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  “Yes, just a little sore. Nothing to worry about.” I picked up my dress, or rather what was left of my dress, and tried to make it look like it hadn’t been ripped off me by a sexy, gorgeous beast of a man. It was no use. The ball gown was ruined, torn nearly in half in the heat of the moment.

  He gave me a sheepish glance as he put his own clothes
back in order. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to destroy it.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I have plenty of ball gowns. I am a bit worried about how I’m going to get out of here in just a corset and stockings though.”

  Smiling, he took my face in his hands and looked deep into my eyes. “Don’t you worry about that, Belle. I’ll take care of it. I do have to take care of something else first.”

  I pulled away. “What do you mean? You’re not going to leave me here like this, are you?”

  “I’m afraid I have to. I came here for business. You derailed that.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me close. “Not that I mind. But I do have to talk to someone. It shouldn’t take long.” He kissed the top of my head and lumbered out of the library.

  The anxiety I thought was something only the old me had to deal with, something I thought I’d gotten under control, came crashing back as I watched him leave the room. What if he didn’t come back? What if he left me here in my underwear as some cruel prank? I didn’t even know his name! What if I had to leave the biggest social event of the year in my garter and corset?

  No. I wouldn’t let myself go down that rabbit hole. I wouldn’t get worked up. That wasn’t who I wanted to be anymore. I shook my head, clearing away the unwanted thoughts and tried to reframe the situation.

  “You trusted him enough to let him put his hand on your throat. You can trust him to come back. But if he doesn’t, worst case, you do have to walk out in your undies… then what?” I tried to envision the absolute worst scenario. “The whole of the Upper East Side sees my new line of kinky lingerie and jewelry. Hmm, that’s not a bad idea, actually. I could spin it as if I’d planned it… free marketing is always good.”

  I kind of liked the idea. All publicity was good publicity and with my new line hitting the website in just under a month, I could use all the word of mouth I could get.

  The line already had hundreds of pre-orders, mostly from my existing clients but getting a big jump in sales could put me well over my quarterly goal.

  Pleased that I’d subverted my own anxiety, I picked up my gown again to try to fold it and as I did my flogger necklace fell to the floor. I must have dropped it when he’d pinned me to the wall. I smiled as I put it on—I’d been so caught up in the moment I hadn’t realized I’d dropped it.

  That was exactly what I needed.

  Chapter Eight

  Aiden

  “Get your head in the game, Aiden,” I said to myself as I left the library. I needed to focus but all I could think about was Belle. Seeing her again, touching her again, making her come again. That’s all my mind wanted, all I wanted.

  But I couldn’t be distracted right now. I had to find Colin Cosworth and make him listen to me. I scanned the ballroom for the stout man and spotted him on the far side by the champagne bar. “Figures,” I grumbled and marched through the crowd of debutantes and escorts. There he stood double fisting champagne like a teenage girl. “Mr. Cosworth,” I said as he wiped his drooping mustache on his sleeve. “I’m glad I ran into you.”

  The middle-aged man sighed. “Mr. Prince, how nice to see you,” he said, the lie clear in his tone.

  I didn’t blame him. I’d been a pain in his ass for the past six months. I smiled, ignoring the tone. “I think I’ve found a way to give us both what we want.”

  “Mr. Prince, as I’ve told you countless times, the property is not zoned for commercial use. You cannot open any type of business on the lot. You can, however, use the building as a living space.”

  Fists balling at my sides and teeth grinding together, I held on to my temper with every bit of restraint I had. “It’s a warehouse for Christ’s sake. At one point it was zoned commercial. I don’t see why—”

  “This really isn’t the time or place for such things, Mr. Prince. Furthermore, there’s nothing I can do about it.” The man downed his drink, coughed on the bubbles, and hurried away from me.

  “Fuck,” I grumbled. The obnoxious man was my last hope. I was fed up with bureaucratic red-tape and I thought if I could reason with him in person…

  “Hey, have you seen Belle?” A debutante in a garishly pink dress tugged at my sleeve.

  “I have,” I said simply.

  She folded her arms. “Well, do you know where I can find her?”

  “No,” I lied and walked away, smiling as I heard her mumble “brute” under her breath. I headed for the bar, snagging some melons and grapes from the fruit table as I went. I got myself and Belle some bottled waters and headed back to the library.

  “Everything all straightened out?” Belle asked when I sat down next to her among the stacks.

  I handed her the fruit and water. “Not even close,” I said and took a long pull from my own bottle.

  She popped a melon ball between her perfect lips. “Anything I can do to help?”

  “Not unless you know anyone on the city council who can get one of my properties rezoned.”

  Belle smirked at me. “And just who am I asking for?”

  Oh, Christ. I’d fucked this woman six ways from Sunday, held her actual life in my hands and she didn’t know my fucking name? “It’s Aiden. Aiden Prince and I should have introduced myself earlier. I apologize.”

  “Well, Mr. Prince, I’m Sara-Belle French but I go by Belle.

  “And I go by Aiden unless our clothes are off. Then I think you know what to call me.”

  I watched as Belle finished the last of her fruit. Every move dripped with sexuality, even the way she chewed seemed suggestive and erotic. I didn’t think it was something she did on purpose. Belle just oozed sexuality by default. “Are you ready to get out of here?” I asked when she’d finished her water.

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  I put my jacket over her shoulders and we left the library. Belle drew everyone’s eyes as we made our way through the grand ball room.

  She didn’t seem to mind one bit.

  Chapter Nine

  Belle

  Aiden opened the door to one of the waiting cabs in front of the hotel and got in after me.

  “Where to?” asked the driver. I gave him my uptown address and prodded Aiden about his property, location, square footage, etc.

  Turns out, he owned prime real estate in the heart of a very wealthy area of Manhattan.

  “If it were zoned for commercial use, what would you do with it?” I asked.

  Aiden shook his head. “I’m not sure. I do know that I can’t do anything with it as it is, and that’s not a return on my investment.” He sighed. “Don’t worry about it, Belle. I’ll figure it out. I always do.” He patted my thigh and as his skin touched mine our eyes locked. He gave me a devilish look. A look that said he’d have me right here and now if it weren’t for the cab driver. I raised an eyebrow as he slid his hand up my leg and brushed against my panties.

  I couldn’t help but let a tiny gasp through my lips. Aiden leaned in close. “Better be quiet, Belle. We don’t want to get kicked out of the cab, do we?” I nodded and pressed my lips together while Aiden pushed my legs farther apart. I shuddered as he stroked me through the fabric. “Just say the word and I’ll stop,” he whispered.

  Stopping was the last thing I wanted. He grabbed me, fingers sinking into my wet panties and shook my whole pussy back and forth.

  I whimpered as he jostled me, shaking and sliding my clit between my slippery folds. It felt so incredible, I couldn’t help it. No one had ever touched me like that.

  “You turn me on so much, Belle,” he rumbled in my ear. “I can’t wait to get you out of this cab.

  I was on the verge of coming again. And there was no way I’d be able to keep quiet.

  The driver cleared his throat, bringing me back to reality. “We’re here,” he said eyeing me in the rear view.

  Aiden slid his hand out from between my thighs and I grabbed a bunch of bills from my clutch, not bothering to count. “Thanks,” I said, shoving the money in his hand while avoiding eye contact and got out.
The doorman nodded to us as we walked in, not showing any outward sign that he noticed I only wore lingerie and a suit jacket. Like any good doorman on the Upper East Side would.

  Aiden barely waited until the elevator doors closed before he had me pressed against the wall, kissing my neck, running his hand down my thighs. “I want you so much, Belle. It’s taking every bit of restraint I have not to fuck you in this elevator right now.”