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  Around and around, in ever-tightening circles.

  But there wasn’t enough pressure. His touch wasn’t strong enough to get her off. It was just enough to push her one step closer to the edge.

  Her breathing kept hitching in her chest and she understood why he wanted her to sit on her hands. It wasn’t just to warm them. Not even for the sole purpose of getting them out of his way so he could have access to her.

  He didn’t want her to have the ability to do anything to get herself off.

  Control.

  His legendary control.

  But now he was turning it on her.

  Fuck.

  A wall between them crumbled. One Aslan wasn’t even sure she’d known existed. It fell at their feet as he pumped a finger inside her pussy again. And one in her ass. Quick, quick, slow.

  “Fuck,” she mouthed as a dawning realization swamped her.

  He was completely in control of her orgasm. Until he was ready to let her come, she wasn’t going to get there.

  A flash of intense pleasure zipped down her spine, terminating in her pelvis. Her sex milked his fingers as he slipped two inside her and her ass contracted around his other slick digit.

  She opened her mouth to come, unable to stop it, when he clamped her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Hard.

  Her entire torso jerked as her orgasm simply paused.

  “Not yet, wife. Not yet. I’m not done playing with you yet.” He kept his fingers tight on the nub of her clit for who knows how long. Seconds? Weeks?

  Aslan certainly didn’t know as she clawed at the seat beneath her.

  “Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered. Releasing her clit, he pulled his fingers free, but instead of completely abandoning her channel he pressed circles around her pussy and ass. He drew almost a figure eight as he kissed her shoulder on top of the blanket. “Tell me what I’ve missed in the movie.” His order caught her off guard, sucking her back off the precipice she desperately wanted to fly from.

  “What?” she murmured. “What?” She heard him the first time but she couldn’t get the words to make sense.

  “The movie. Who’s left?”

  Focusing took a bit. As if her brain cells had to realign on a completely difference frequency. “The uhh…waitress. I don’t know her name. Rose, maybe? And the bodyguard. Bunting, I think. They’re running through a dark warehouse, trying to get away from the killer.”

  “Hope they make it.” His exhaled words seemed to hit her square in the chest.

  Her.

  She hoped she made it. Surely death by denied orgasm was a thing. She had to come. He had to let her. He just had to.

  Looking to the side, she beseeched him with her eyes. Desperation clung to her. Her torso jerked hard when her gaze found his.

  “Needy, my baby?”

  “Please,” she mouthed. “Please, please, please.”

  He dragged his finger along her slit, touching everything at once but not enough again. Then a finger slid inside her pussy. So deep. Retreating, it didn’t take him a second to fill her again, but this time he filled her ass as well.

  One finger per hole?

  Two?

  She just didn’t know anymore.

  Sensation upon sensation built as the scary music grew louder in the theater, and Zeke thrust his slick digits inside her over and over. Her breathing matched that of the heroine as they both panted.

  Aslan finally closed her eyes. The weight of her desire sucked them down until she was lost in a black sea. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and her toes curled to the point of pain.

  “Run!” someone on the movie roared.

  Just as adrenaline dumped into her system, Zeke shoved his fingers in so deep and his thumb brushed across her clit. Up and down, rapid fire, sucking the orgasm from somewhere deep inside her.

  Pleasure exploded inside her. Arching her back, her entire body torqued against the seat as wave after wave of pure bliss pulsed from where his fingers invaded her.

  He claimed her in that moment. Owned her sensuality.

  White light flashed behind her closed eyelids as she kept them clamped shut.

  The thumb on her clit was gone but he continued to rub her G-spot as her orgasm morphed into something else altogether. Pleasure wasn’t intense enough. Carnality wasn’t hedonistic enough for what he did to her.

  Sounds of rushing blood pulsed in her ears until a scream slowly invaded the throbbing beat.

  Her mouth was open as he continued to slowly finger fuck her, but the scream was coming from the movie. She thought it was her. Felt like it was her, but he’d robbed the ability to speak from her.

  “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  Slowly, her body began following her commands again. Trembling, her head fell to the side so she could stare at her husband.

  Love.

  That’s what it looked like.

  That visage on his face.

  He pulled his fingers free from her still spasming holes, then removed them from beneath the blankets.

  What did he do with them?

  Did he wipe them on a theater napkin?

  Rub them on his jeans to get rid of the wetness? Of the evidence of her desire for him?

  No.

  He slid them past her lips. “Lick them clean, my wife. Lick. Them. Clean.”

  Chapter Five

  What a fucktard of a day.

  Work?

  It wasn’t work that she’d been doing all day.

  Somehow it had turned into managing the seventh circle of hell from the moment she stepped on the ship ten hours ago.

  Construction delays, messed up supply deliveries, even a round of some stomach bug which forced the rescheduling of two crews.

  They had never had to postpone the launch of a new ship.

  Ever.

  And this would not be the one that screwed over their perfect record.

  One of the reasons they were building this ship in Florida when they’d always built in Italy before was so they weren’t competing for the same supplies and workforce as all of the other cruise companies in Europe.

  Everything was going famously until about a week prior.

  Then everybody seemed to be unable to decipher which was their ass and which was a hole in the ground.

  She was royally pissed off at everything and everyone and the next person who set foot in her office was going to need last rites when she was done with them.

  Knock, knock. “Aslan, do you have a few minutes?”

  Zeke.

  Grrrrrrrrr…

  No, her husband wasn’t immune from her mood.

  “That good, huh?”

  “Are you shitting me?” Yes, she glared at him and curled her lip. “I am one email away from firing the audio video contractor. I’m one phone call away from declaring the night club manager the biggest fart biscuit we’ve ever dealt with and firing him before we even take our inaugural voyage. And the painter on the Monet deck couldn’t find teal if it jumped up and bit his ass with a bear trap.”

  “Ouch. What color did he find?”

  Aslan clicked on her emails as if the force alone of punching the keys would make her feel better.

  It didn’t.

  “Sea Foam Sparkle. What the fuck? And then he had the audacity to tell me I was wrong. Not in this century. So I had to waste more of my fucking time this afternoon on that douche canoe, track down the email where I specified the color of teal, imagine that, and send it back to him. And you’d better believe I sent it back with instructions on exactly how he had to cover up the incorrect color so his shit ton of sparkles didn’t show through. Plus, I informed him I was going to ride his ass like a three-dollar whore if he didn’t do it right.”

  Zeke opened his mouth to add something but she wasn’t done.

  “And the mistake was coming out of his pocket so he’d better do it right or I’d tell the world what kind of contractor he is and he’d sure as hell never work in this industry
again.”

  “Make you feel better?”

  Aslan’s gaze snapped up to his as she saw red. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

  “I was simply asking if telling him how it was made you feel better? Or do you think it may have been a little harsh?”

  “Harsh? Are you kidding me? His little green faux pas just cost us four days of our already non-existent buffer for issues. We can’t afford any more delays, Zeke.”

  “I know, baby.”

  “Don’t ‘baby’ me.”

  His mouth twitched as if he were going to smile. Thankfully, he got it under control before she really lost her temper. “All I’m saying is you’ve been under an extreme amount of stress lately. I know this week has been challenging.”

  “Challenging? Seriously?”

  “Yes.” He nodded once and then smiled.

  She wasn’t in a smiling mood.

  “Come on, Aslan. Breathe. It will all be fine.”

  “Yes, it will. And not because I’m breathing. Because I’m the mother fucking head bitch in charge and I will not let us fail.”

  “That’s my girl. Stand up and give me a hug.”

  “I don’t want a hug.” But he walked around the desk and turned her chair around anyways, tugging her up. She still held her wireless mouse as she wrapped her arms around him.

  “Sure you do, and you love me so you’ll do it anyways.”

  “Only you.”

  “Better be.” He hugged her hard, gave her a quick kiss. “How about we make like a banana and split. I know you didn’t eat breakfast and I don’t think you stopped to eat lunch either.”

  “Does five pretzels and some Chai tea with whipped cream count?”

  “No.” His eyebrows dipped low into a scowl.

  “Don’t start.” She extricated herself from his grip. “I’m fine, and no I’m not ready to leave. I have at least thirty million more emails to answer before I can leave.”

  “You don’t have to, actually. You want to because you can’t bear to leave anything undone, but you don’t have to. We’ve been here for…” He glanced at his watch. “Going on eleven hours. There is only so much you can get done on no food and no more patience.”

  Putting the mouse down, she fought the urge to growl again. None of it was his fault. None of it. And he had a point.

  Unfortunately, that didn’t make her more willing to conceded defeat so she stretched her back. “I’m good.”

  He raised an eyebrow at her again and she threw her hands up in the air. “If you’re already finished for the day, why don’t you go and I’ll meet you at home? Us talking about it is just taking up time. I could be working right now.”

  “Jesus, you’re pissy.”

  And she let the growl loose again.

  Without another word, he strode from her office.

  Which made her sad and pissy.

  As she collapsed into her chair again, she rubbed her temples in tight little jerky circles. Even picturing her happy place—a little island off the coast of Belize, where they’d gotten married—didn’t help her feel better.

  Knowing she was going to have to apologize later for being a bitch didn’t make rainbows fly out of her ass either.

  Click.

  Aslan looked up just as Zeke snicked the lock on her office door after closing it.

  In a few seconds, he’d reached over and closed the blinds on the big picture window on the adjacent wall. Turning around, he pulled the tails of his dress shirt from his slacks.

  “What are you doing?” she probed.

  “Stand up.”

  “I asked you a question.”

  “And I gave you an order. Do I need to repeat myself?”

  Oh. My. Fucking. God.

  Her monster was free, staring at her, loosening his belt.

  Fuck.

  The same belt he wore the night he was her stranger.

  Slowly, she stood on shaky legs as he walked around the side of her desk.

  “Strip. Now. Clothes. Shoes. Jewelry. Everything off. You have thirty seconds.” He glanced at the clock above her door that had the second hand. “Every second you’re over is how many stripes from my belt you’re going to wear on the way home. Starting now.”

  People walked by outside her door. Two? Three? She didn’t know. But she heard a mumbled conversation and saw their shadows beneath the door.

  Fuck.

  Liquid seeped from her core and her clit tingled as if he’d held a vibrator to it.

  The sound of her own breathing echoed in her ears as Zeke’s gaze found hers again.

  Her fantasy.

  Just…fuck.

  As fast as she could, she stripped off her jewelry since she thought that would take the longest. Then her clothes. Of course, she’d chosen to wear a cute belt that morning over her long turtleneck sweater and leggings. Off came her sweater, then her boots, and then her leggings and panties all in one swipe downward.

  She reached for her socks to pull them—

  “Stop.”

  “What?” First she glanced at Zeke, then at the clock. Six seconds over.

  “Leave on the socks.” Zeke pulled his belt free of his slacks, doubling it over in his fist.

  Scanning downward, she looked at her knee-high white socks, then sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “Like the socks?” She stood and took a step toward him.

  “Very. Very. Much.” Then with one giant swipe of his hand he cleared half of her desk.

  Papers, pens, stapler, file folders, tape dispenser. All of it hit the carpeted floor with a crash. Everything but her computer monitor.

  Before she could even utter a word, he yanked her around and shoved her torso down onto the cleared section of the wood. “Count.”

  The leather hit her ass with a thwack so harsh she screeched and jolted away into the edge of the desk.

  “Count,” he growled again.

  Another strike came and she opened her mouth to scream. On the last second she changed it into a harsh, “Two.”

  “Try again.”

  His arm came down again before she could say anything.

  She gritted her teeth through the pain and grabbed the side of her desk. “One?” she breathed out as the world disappeared all around her.

  “Good girl.”

  Fuck…

  His leather striped her ass again.

  “Two?”

  The stripes which spanned across both of her ass cheeks lit on fire as he hit her again.

  “Three,” she answered automatically on a breath of air as something changed and pleasure flooded her system at his touch.

  His bare hand skated across the stripes on her ass and she moaned.

  “Beautiful.” His voice. It came from far away but somehow it was inside her. So close. So amazing. So intimate.

  The next strike was harder and landed right across the seam of where her ass met her thigh. “Four,” she huffed out through gritted teeth.

  On the next hit, the belt striped the bottom of her ass and Aslan swore it whipped her clit, too. “Five,” she panted and jerked when his hand brushed across her hot flesh.

  Then his hand dipped between her thighs and one of his fingers slid into her pussy.

  “You’re dripping. Such a good dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered as he pulled his fingers free.

  “Fuck,” he growled.

  The belt whistled as he yanked it up and back.

  That sound as he planted a hand on the small of her back to hold her down would stay with her ’til the day she died.

  Pain exploded across her ass.

  She yelped and tried to get away. “Six, six!” she yelled.

  Zeke yanked her to the corner of her desk, trapping her with her pussy right at the edge. A leg on either side so she couldn’t go anywhere with his big thighs, locking her in place. He tossed the belt on the desk in front of her, and fumbled with something behind her.

  Her clit
rode the edge of the desk.

  Fuck…

  The head of his cock pushed between the lips of her sex as he grabbed a handful of her hair.

  “Yes,” she praised as he fucked himself into her and she arched her back to get closer to him.

  He didn’t stop. Didn’t pause. Didn’t say a word. Several long jabs and he was balls deep inside her. Then his hands were around her throat, tugging her up until her arms were straight beneath her, holding some of her weight.

  Tightening his grip, he fucked into her, shoving inside her so hard she reached back with one hand to grab his pistoning hips.

  Closer. She needed him closer. Harder. Deeper.

  Every stroke pushed her closer to the edge.

  The edge of an orgasm she didn’t know she desperately needed.

  She rode the corner of the desk on each thrust of his hips.

  Jab and retreat. No matter which way he moved her, the desk licked her clit.

  Sliding in her pussy juice along the smooth surface made every nerve in her body tingle.

  “Are you riding the desk, you filthy girl?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  His hands tightened on her throat and she dug her nails into his flank so she didn’t float away. “Say it. Say it all. Just like you did before, my horny little girl.”

  “Daddy. Yes, Daddy.”

  His hands squeezed tighter, cutting off her air supply. “Fuck. That shouldn’t turn me on like it does but…fuck. I’m gonna fill your liquid snatch with my cum. Do you want that, little girl?”

  All she could do was nod a couple inches.

  “Then come. For me. Pull your pussy lips up to get your clit right on the wood and come for me. I’m not letting go until you come. Fuck. Your pussy just grabbed onto me. Yes, like that. Come on my cock. Come on me.”

  She didn’t come.

  She shattered.

  Zeke shoved into her once…twice and her orgasm sucked her under into the black abyss waiting to catch her.

  Zaps of intense pleasure raced to her clit, her core, her nipples as her entire body tightened in hedonistic gratification.

  She wrapped one of her feet around Zeke’s ankle, holding him to her.

  His cock jerked once, hard, and a deep groan bellowed from her husband.

  The grip he had on her throat lessened just enough as he filled her with his cum and she sucked in a wheezing breath.