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  “Now. Come, right now.” He held his breath.

  Daphne’s back arched. Her knees skidded against the floor in an orgasm that rocked her to the point she squealed out her release. She gasped for breath, her upper body pitched over her knees, and she laid her head on the floor, exhausted.

  Will smiled. Perfect.

  “Come on, sweetheart, to bed with you.” Will scooped her off the floor and cradled her against his chest.

  The orgasm, the strongest she’d ever experienced, had turned her into a pile of mush. She curled her body toward his chest and sighed. If she had any strength left in her body, she’d probably bust out bawling over what she’d agreed to.

  Give up her job? Her home? Her life? She shuddered, chills raking over her flesh. Will tempted her more than anyone ever had, and the fact she’d waited all this time for a man stronger than herself wasn’t lost on her. Nevertheless, could she give up everything?

  Will laid her down on a bed, removed her boots, pulled the comforter over her and sat on the edge. She gasped. So caught up in her own pleasure, she only now realized he’d never received any of his own.

  He chuckled. “You did wonderful, my little sub.” He pushed back her hair from her face, flicked her on the nose. “Take that shocked expression off your beautiful face.”

  “But, you never…” She clamped her lips together.

  “That’s the beauty of it, sweetheart. It’s not so much that I want to dominate you, but I need control over my own body.” He winked. “Time will come when you’re ready to commit to a permanent relationship and I will fuck you night and day, but until then, I want to make sure you know what you’re getting into…I’m not playing here, I want you for keeps.”

  His hand stroked the side of her face. Her eyes drifted shut. He wasn’t giving her an ultimatum, but a dream within her grasp. All she needed to do was reach out.

  The long day of working, running off into the sunset with her hero cowboy, and succumbing to the powerful sexual release Will created within her body, left her weak and so very tired. She’d take a short nap, that’s all.

  Will remained on the edge of the bed. His hand comforted and soothed her more than his words. Just a little bit longer and she’d wake up and pleasure him. He deserved that much and more for giving her a chance at her lifelong wish of submitting to someone strong enough who would allow her true self to show.

  Chapter Seven

  Daphne woke up alone. The sun streamed through the windows lighting up the room, and a giant Saint Bernard stared at her from the entrance to the bedroom. She sat up slowly, her gaze locked on the horse-sized dog. With the drool and open-jawed stare directed at her, she didn’t know whether to laugh or flee for safety.

  Woof!

  She jumped up and kneeled on top of the mattress. The sheet clutched to her naked chest, Daphne prepared to jump off the bed to safety underneath if the dog lunged.

  The dog sat down in the doorway and cocked its head. Hmm, okay, he appears rather friendly in a clueless sort of way.

  “Nice doggy?” Daphne stuck her lower lip out and blew the bangs out of her eyes.

  The giant white and brown animal beat its tail against the wood frame of the door. She smiled. That’s a positive sign of friendliness. She swung her legs off the bed, placed her feet on the floor and stood up wrapped in the sheet.

  Grr…Woof!

  “Will!” She scrambled back on top of the bed.

  Woof!

  “Will!”

  Woof!

  “Stop that!” Daphne glared at the dog.

  Grr…

  The dog cocked its head. A cord of drool hung from his mouth and plopped on the hardwood floors. She curled up her lip and groaned. “Ugh, wear a bib.”

  Will came into view, patted the dog’s head, whispered something to the slobbery animal and stepped back out of the spray of drool that came from those lax lips. She climbed down off the bed.

  Dressed in black jeans and a solid black, long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows, he didn’t appear the rodeo cowboy she met only a week ago. His dark hair slicked back from a recent shower, his whiskers gone, and the way his mouth set in a firm line showed her a different side of his personality. No, this man alluded to power, control, and money. Not some go-lucky bronc rider.

  The bedsheet hid her naked body from his view. Her stomach rolled. She didn’t feel brave or ready for an adventure this morning. Last night ranked right up there with the best night of her life, but the new day brought on a new perspective.

  The waitressing job kept a roof over her head, food in her belly…and her car still needed to be paid off. She lifted her chin. He’d have to understand that she’d changed her mind. Maybe he’d settle with enjoying a few sex games on the weekends or whenever she received a few days off her job.

  “Why are you hiding your body from me?” He stepped in the room, snapped his fingers and pointed out the door. “Go, Klep.”

  The dog trotted away, its toenails clicking down the hall.

  “Look, we need to talk.” She backed up until her legs bumped into the mattress. “I should never have agreed with your plan last night.” She lifted her arm and pushed her hair out of her face. “You need to understand, I’ve never experienced anything like that before, and I think, well, I know, I let my emotions take control.” She wrinkled her nose.

  Will kept his gaze off her, strolled around the bed and stood at the window with his back to her. She inhaled. He wasn’t making this easy.

  “I’m sorry. This is totally my fault.” She walked around the bed, dragging a trail of material behind her. She placed her hand on his back. “I am sorry.”

  “You’re scared.” He swung around. “Nothing has changed, except you woke up, got scared and are going to run out of here without giving it a shot.”

  She lifted her shoulder. “Okay, yeah, I am. You don’t understand. I fight for everything I have in life. I can’t just give up my job. Nor leave my mo…my house.”

  Will rubbed his jaw. “Do you have any vacation time or sick leave built up at work?”

  She shook her head. “No, I have the next three days off, and then I work a straight seven-day week.” She glanced around the room. “Where are my clothes?”

  “Stay for three days.” He shoved his hands in his front jean-pockets. “Ultimately, this is your decision, but give me the time to talk you through the initial stage of doubt.”

  She laughed, but the serious look on his face cut off the laughter. “You’re serious?”

  “More than anything.” He reached out and cupped her breast through the sheet. “What’s your body telling you right now?” He tweaked her nipple. “Already those tight, pebbled titties stand at attention and beg me to touch them.”

  She swiped his hand away. “The cold wind does the same thing. It doesn’t mean a thing.” She walked away from him, but he swept her up and threw her over his shoulder. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Put me down!”

  Will swatted her ass. “Last night you agreed. I asked you to tell me yes and you did.” He slapped her back end again, harder. “You’re not allowed to disobey me. You are to stay with me.”

  Daphne kicked her legs out. The action unbalanced her and she grabbed the back of Will’s jeans to keep from falling. She groaned. His butt muscles flexed and hardened with every step he took. Heat from her bottom traveled throughout her pelvis. Damn him.

  Her traitorous body belied her anger, cried out for him to spank her again, make her hotter. He carried her to a part of the house she hadn’t seen and plunked her down into a hard wooden chair. She pushed to stand up, but he shoved her back down.

  The sheet came off her in the struggle. Will picked it up and wrapped it around her waist, not allowing her to stand up. She screamed and kicked her feet, but Will stood behind her and the sheet didn’t loosen.

  “Let me go!” She clawed at the material, groaning at the way her muscles gave out over the struggle.

  “You’ll sit here, tied to the chair and watch me eat my breakfast.” He walked off to the adjoining kitchen, still in view from her place at the dining room table. “When you’ve calmed down, we’ll talk.”

  “Asshole.” She crossed her arms under her breasts and glared. “Fucking jerk. You can’t tie me to a chair and get away with it!”

  Will banged around in the kitchen, and ignored her grunts and groans in her attempt to escape her bindings. With the bulk of the sheet at her waist, she couldn’t even reach down to untie the knots around the back legs of the chair.

  A high-pitched whistle from the kitchen brought Daphne’s head up. Will moved toward the stove, removed the teapot off the burner and poured the boiling water into a bowl. She whimpered. He appeared right at home in the kitchen. Her gaze soaked up the way his body flowed around the room, confident and in his element. Her insides melted. She found a domesticated male sexier than hell.

  He used a long wooden spoon to stir the contents of the bowl, his biceps flexing each time he moved his arm in a circle. She bit down on her lip. Her pussy grew damp and she squirmed against the chair. No matter how much she denied that Will’s setup would work, her body screamed for her to forge forward.

  What happens if in a month he tires of playing the role of my keeper? She doubted Chum would give her job back. In addition, she still had to hold on to her mom’s house. It was the only thing left of hers.

  Will pulled a chair back from the opposite side of the table, set a bowl down in front of him and sat down. She breathed through her nose. Oatmeal and—she sniffed—molasses.

  A rumble from her tummy broke the silence. She licked her lips. Besides skipping dinner last night, she’d worked up a killer appetite. His food tempted her to break her pout, but to give in and ask for breakfast meant giving in to Will’s offer.

  Minutes ticked by and he continued to shovel spoonfuls of the steaming mush in his mouth, in between bites of buttered toast. She kept her hands clenched in the folds of the bedsheet around her middle, not daring to move.

  He raised his chin, stared into Daphne’s eyes and nodded his head in appreciation. “Very good. You’re being a good girl.”

  She inhaled through her teeth, her body quivering at his approval. Her gaze dropped to the bowl. Okay, she’d give him the next three days. Beyond that, she’d have to go back to real life.

  Will picked up the bowl, strolled around the table and stood in front of her chair. “Would you like some food?”

  She nodded.

  One of his eyebrows shot up and Daphne swallowed. “Yes.”

  He set the bowl down on the table, folded his arms across his chest and sighed. She straightened her spine. An act not of mere stubbornness, she needed more pressure on her throbbing clit.

  “Please, Master Will, can I have some food?” Her body trembled under his attention to rules.

  “Good, sweetheart.” He picked up the spoon dipped in oatmeal, carried it to her mouth, and with his other hand rubbed her hardened nipple between his finger and thumb. “Very good.”

  He fed her several more spoonfuls, never letting up on the titillating manipulation of her breasts. Her breath came faster and the simple act of swallowing became difficult.

  “Enough, Master Will. I want to come. Please make me come like last night.” She shook her head back and forth away from the spoon he held out. “I want you.”

  “Not ’til you finish the food. You need nourishment for what I have planned today.” He dropped his attention from her nipple, clutched the back of her hair in his hand and held her mouth firmly in place. “Good girl, now eat the rest.”

  It didn’t matter that he didn’t touch to excite. She learned that having Will pull her hair and force her to do what he wanted turned her on more than anything did. She wiggled her ass, the chair slick from her pussy juice.

  “Oh God.” She moaned.

  “What makes you wet, sweetheart?” He set the spoon down and pinched her nipples. “This?”

  She tried to shake her head, but the hold on her hair didn’t give and the motion set off another round of pleasure. Afraid she’d come, she clamped her teeth together and held her breath.

  “Is it this?” He pulled back on her hair.

  Her head careened back, her mouth opened and she screamed in delight. Unable to stop the deluge of pleasure, her pussy spasmed, and her body pushed against the binding holding her to the chair. The orgasm grew from her womb and spread out to every limb.

  “That’s it, baby. Ride it out. Smear your pussy juice all over my chair.” Will held her head back. “Catch your breath. Let’s see if you’ll come again.”

  She struggled to shake her head. “I…I can’t.”

  “How do you address me?” Will leaned down. His face hovered level with her own.

  “I can’t, Master Wi—”

  He pulled harder on her hair and she screamed as another orgasm hit. “God, you’re beautiful. I love to watch you come.” He let go of her hair, used both hands to smooth it away from her face and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I really enjoy pulling your hair, sweetheart.”

  Daphne let her chin fall to her chest, closed her eyes and let her hands fall useless in her lap. She’d never before experienced two orgasms in a row. Will brought sexual satisfaction and a desire to experience more ways to enjoy each other. With him, anything was possible.

  Chapter Eight

  Will untied the bedsheet from around her, held her hands and lifted her from the chair. He used the soft material to wipe the dampness from between her legs. She reached out and held on to his arm in an attempt to keep her swaying body from moving.

  “Feel better?” He threw the sheet into the hallway.

  She nodded. “Thank you, Master Will.”

  “You can call me Will if you remember to call me Master Will anytime I pleasure you or I ask it of you, okay?” He lifted the corner of his mouth. “Remember, you also have your safe word. You could have used it at any time this morning.”

  She nodded.

  “I will push you to your limit, but that’s to find where you draw the line. To figure out what brings you to orgasm and feeds your body what it craves.” He placed his large strong hands on her bare hips. “For how much I’m teaching you about what you need, this also allows me to experiment with the best ways to take care of you. I want to give you everything you deserve, sweetheart.”

  “I understand. I do.” She lifted her chin. “Yet, I never get to touch you. Let me fuck you, Will, and find out what pleases you.”

  “I’ll fuck you, don’t worry about that.” He kissed her lightly on the cheek. “When the time is right, and I know you’re committed, I’ll share my body with you.” He dropped his hands. “’Til then, I have to master my body to refrain from coming at the sight of you, from touching you, from breathing in your scent.”

  Disappointment washed over her, she didn’t understand. If he desired her, he’d want to have sex with her. She crossed her arms over her breasts. Goose bumps broke out all over her skin.

  “Will?” She rubbed her arms. “Can I put my clothes back on?”

  “Sure, sweetheart.” He held out his hand. “Come on, I’ll take you back to the bedroom and go get your clothes. I went ahead and washed them earlier this morning while you slept.”

  “Why didn’t you sleep with me?” She hurried to keep up with his long stride.

  “I had other things to see to. My hours fluctuate, and last night I worked to get caught up so I could concentrate on you for the next few days.” He let go of her hand at the door of the bedroom, turned and snapped his fingers. “Klep?”

  The scratching clicks got louder the closer the dog came to the bedroom. He sat at his master’s feet and gazed over at Daphne.

  “When I’m not with you, Klep will keep you safe.” Will patted the dog’s head.

  “Uh, that’s okay. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” She backed up and sat on the bed. “Besides, dogs and I have never really understood each other. I’m more a farm animal person.”

  “You’ll learn.” Will chuckled. “Besides Klep, I’ve a stable full of horses, fields of cows, chickens and a handful of misfits that roam the pastures. You’ll like it here.”

  “Can I ask you something?” She grinned and said, “Master?”

  “That makes me happy.” He moved over and kissed her quickly on the lips. “You can ask me whatever you want, slave.”

  “How does a cowboy come out living like this?” She spread her arms out and twisted around. “You didn’t get this shoveling shit and selling beef.”

  His mouth tightened and the muscle along his jaw twitched. “No, I paid with sweat and blood.” He forced a tight smile, but the pain showed through. “I lucked out, made a few good investments and now have everything I want.” He moved toward the door. “I’ll go get your clothes.”

  The warmth of the room left with Will. She ran her hands through her hair. Will’s lack of explanation and curtness puzzled her. It’s none of my business anyhow, I guess.

  She moved over to a closed door, hoping for an attached bathroom she could use to tidy up. The light for the room came on automatically with the door swinging open and she smiled. Perfect! She’d take a quick shower and freshen up.

  Klep followed her into the bathroom. Startled, she didn’t wait for the water to warm up in the shower stall, but jumped inside and slammed the sliding glass door shut. She gasped and huddled her body against the blast of cold water spraying out of the showerhead.

  With one hand wrapped across her breasts, she darted under the spray to adjust the temperature of the water. Her hand shook turning the lever, but the water warmed up fast. She stood and tilted her head underneath the deluge and sighed.

  Three days of multiple orgasms would put a new spring in her step come Monday when she was due back to work. A wild urge to call Ana and tell her about everything that’d happened overnight hit her and she giggled. Even dear sweet Ana wouldn’t understand her deep desire to have someone boss her around and put her in her place.