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Isabelle Drake
Dedication For Barb, who has been encouraging me to tell stories ever since that day on the fence.
Acknowledgements With thanks to Gretchen and John, for their hospitality.
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Chapter One Nothing to Lose
Emily climbed the gritty Metro steps, slipped to the side of the packed Georgetown sidewalk and for the third time since leaving her apartment peeked into her magenta satin bag. Of course, everything was still there—two short coils of soft, white rope, a black scarf and, of course, her phone. Along with the two lavender scarves tied around her waist, she had everything she needed. Her ring tone hit the air just as she was about to tug the drawstring tight, so she pulled her cell out, checking the display as she headed south, toward the Potomac. “Hey, Jenn.” “Where are you?” “Georgetown.” “Duh. I meant are you there yet?” Talking to her best friend meant she could tell the truth. “If I was there, I wouldn’t have answered.” Rushing forward to catch the crosswalk light, Emily added, “I’m about six blocks from Gino’s now.” “Then what’s all that noise?” “It’s Friday night. What do you expect?” “Oh my God—you’re on the street. You didn’t take a cab?” “Why would I take a cab?” she replied, hopping up the curb. “Are you wearing—wearing…” “My costume?” Emily glanced down at the silky combination of gold, lavender and pink. Tiny bells jangled from her slippers and her skin flashed in the golden rays of early evening autumn sun. “Sure, I’m wearing it. It’s DC, nothing is scandalous.”
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“But…” Laughing, Emily imaged Jenn’s expression. “It’s no big deal.” “That top is so low and with that half corset on—” Emily glanced down. Jenn was right and her friend knew because she’d designed the outfit to show off what Emily recently realized was the best she had to offer—her DDs—and disguise what she still considered her fatal flaw—her too curvy hips. Looking like a sex slave had been the exact point of the outfit but she hadn’t completely lost her mind. “I have the jacket buttoned.” “Oh. Okay.” Emily grinned at Jenn’s obvious relief. “Stop worrying about me.” She turned off M and headed up a steep side street. “I have everything under control. I know what I’m doing.” “So you keep saying. Over and over. Is it me or yourself you’re trying to convince?” Emily veered around a cluster of soccer kids then paused next to a mailbox. “I’ve got my mind made up. I’m not backing out now.” “But what if—” “I’ll never get a chance like this again. I’ll get what I want and Randy will never know it was me. Nobody gets hurt. See? It’s perfect.” Thoughtful silence buzzed across the line, until Jenn finally conceded. “Okay. I guess. But be careful.” “I thought you creative types were supposed to be wild.” Emily waited for a trio of moms with overloaded strollers to roll past then pushed away from the mailbox. “All I have to do is look for the sheik with the green and blue sash and huge gold-handled knife thing.” “And call me first thing in the morning.”
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Emily agreed to give her friend most of the details, then clicked off and marched toward Gino’s, tucking the ties of the pink and lavender veil that covered her slim mask into her braids as she went. Randall Kentworth didn’t stand a chance.
***** “Gino, do I really have to keep this mask on?” Daniel Warren tapped the gray mask Gino had forced on him as soon as he crossed his threshold. “Yes, it’s my only rule.” Daniel made a show of scanning the crowded room. “Only?” “Okay,” Gino flashed his famous grin. “The mask and the costume.” “And that guests stick to the theme…” “Okay, I get your point. There are rules.” Gino raised his bourbon. “But everyone loves it.” Daniel smirked, gazing across the boisterous crowd—all dressed according to the assigned theme Hot Desert Nights. There were handfuls of women in different variations of skimpy skirts and tiny tops that must have been their interpretation of what harem girls wore, some guys in WWII British army uniforms and several people dressed in traditional African clothing. “What do you have to complain about? Thanks to Randall you didn’t even have to get a costume together.” Daniel tugged on his green and blue sash, shaking his head. “A sheik? Why am I not surprised?” “His loss is your gain, so shut up and have a good time.” Gino emptied his glass. “And because Randall made such an enormous deal about his costume being perfectly authentic, everyone in DC will think you’re him…so if you make an ass of yourself…”
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Daniel laughed, lifting his beer, “I could see this as my chance to get back at him for every arrogant thing he ever said. And did. Tempting but you know that’s not my style.” “Just an option if you get bored,” Gino said, setting his empty glass on a nearby table before continuing, “One more thing, do at least try not to look as though you’re pining.” “Fuck off,” Daniel replied, then unable to help himself asked, “You sure Emily isn’t coming?” “Sorry to disappoint but I’m sure. Jenn says she’s not due back until next month.” Stepping into the crowd, he added over his shoulder, “There are plenty more here. Go find one.”
***** “Invitation, please.” Emily handed over the elaborate card Jenn had received in the mail and waited while the bare-chested muscleman checked her friend’s name off the list on his clipboard. Sure, she could’ve used the card Gino had sent her but she didn’t want to leave a trail. “Thank you, Miss McNeil.” Two steps later she was inside Gino’s large and lavish apartment, instantly becoming one of the mass. Although almost everyone there probably worked for the Smithsonian, Emily didn’t even try to guess who was behind which mask. There would be time later to catch up with old friends. That particular night she had only one item on her to-do list. Seduce then reject the infamous Randall Kentworth. If she did a thorough enough job, she’d leave him panting, wondering pointlessly who the hot woman in the gold brocade jacket was. As she slid through the mob, scanning for her prey, something rubbery caressed her waist. She twisted to find a huge cactus staring at her. “Can I get you a beer?” it shouted, holding up a half full plastic cup. 8
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Emily pulled the plant’s other hand off her waist, still gawking at the insanely large Saguaro cactus, complete with a cluster of yellow flowers and bird’s nest. “A cactus?” The blue eyes hiding inside the plant blinked and the muffled voice shouted in defense, “Hey, there are cactuses in the desert.” Emily grinned. Museum people. Always looking for ways to prove how clever they are. “I’m meeting someone,” she said but then to let him know she appreciated the offer, patted the tiny wren sitting in the nest. As the giant plastic cactus melted into the crowd, Emily made her way toward the backyard where Gino always put the keg. Randall would be there, surrounded by an adoring mob. Unbuttoning her jacket as she went, she mused, all I have to do is wait until he’s alone. Once she was done with him he’d know what it was like to want someone you couldn’t have. Her own hopeless wanting was undoubtedly worse than anything he’d end up with, because she’d watched the object of her desire flirt with every female in his path—with the exception of her. He hadn’t even known she’d existed. That had mostly been her own fault. She’d been too shy even to be considered coy. She’d been damn invisible. But that was then. One thing her term in the Peace Corps had done for her was take away that liferuining shyness. Who has time for hesitation when trying to find lost medical supplies through an interpreter? Twelve months might only be a year but because of her time away Emily’s life was spilt into before—when she had been quiet and unassuming—and now, when she was demanding and pushy enough to make up for the time she’d wasted waiting for what she wanted to come and find her. That was why she was there. To make up for a mistake of her past.
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But was it that she wanted to leave him with a sense of longing or was it that she finally wanted to get a piece of that yummy body? Either way, she had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
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Chapter Two Silk Binds
Daniel was half-heartedly enjoying the attention of a petite redhead doing her best to snare him when he spotted a girl strutting toward the keg. There were a lot of harem girls in the crowd but this one stood out. Tiny bells dangled from her head and toes and sheer material skimmed over her body. The fabric was almost see-through. It was thin enough to make a guy keep staring, hoping it would suddenly melt away. When she bent down to fill a cup with beer, the rounded swells of her breasts swayed, pushing against the thin fabric of her top, showing off a tight pair of nipples. The little thing who’d been draping herself across him must’ve noticed his drifting attention, because she shoved herself forward, nestling herself between his legs and murmuring, “Wanna make a bet about whether or not I can fit your whole cock in my mouth?” Instantly, his penis swelled, the tip grazing the seam of the satin pants. She leaned in and grinned, delighted that he’d become so hard so fast. The pressure of her eager body and the tantalizing vision of the harem girl’s curves was a hell of a combination. His body concocted the possibility of having both of them at the same time. For a mouth-watering few seconds he let the image of him pounding his cock into the little one’s pussy while he sucked on the other girl’s big breasts turn vivid in his mind but the saner part of his brain shut him down. Fantasies like that were a juvenile response to him blaming the girl of his wet dreams for hurting him when it had been his own fault for not doing anything to make her notice him. Thank God he no longer lived in the shadows. 11
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Regrets were only part of the reason he gave up on the idea. The harem girl moved like a woman who wasn’t about to share the spotlight with anyone. And with a lush body like hers, why should she? Unlike the redhead, who’d started tucking her little fingers under his sash, rubbing her flat stomach against his fully erect shaft. “You’re long and hard like your knife, aren’t you?” He took another unhurried, hungry look at the harem girl in the gold brocade. Would she smell sweet and innocent, like pears and vanilla, or heavy and intense, like cinnamon? The harem girl noticed his staring and paused beside the keg to take a long, deliberate sip of her drink. Her swallow was full of promise. Or was that his own wishful thinking? There was only one way to find out. “You’re tempting,” he said to the redhead molded against his tense crotch, “But I’ve got—” “Randy,” she whined, pressing a finger to his chin as she licked her slick pink lips. “You prom—” “I’m not Randy, baby.” Daniel curved his palms around her waist and gently set her aside. “Sorry but he couldn’t make it.” She stumbled as she moved back, her disappointed gaze moving up and down his borrowed costume. “But, you—I…” Daniel nuzzled her cheek, gave her a quick kiss on the temple, then brushed past her, heading straight to the keg—and the sexy harem girl beside it.
As Randall stalked toward her, all Emily could think was thank God her face was covered by both the mask and veil. There was no way she would have the nerve to go through with her plan if he had any way of figuring out who she was.
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Instead of doing what she used to, rounding her shoulders to hide her big breasts and sinking back with insecurity, Emily lifted her chin and gazed directly at him as he took the last few steps to the keg. “Do I need your permission to get some beer?” he asked, leaning close enough so he didn’t have to raise his voice over the music. “Permission? No but you do have to barter.” She gazed up at him from under her veil. “You have to offer me something.” “Offer you something, huh?” he replied, his hard stare making her nerve endings tingle. He set his hand on the side of the keg, his heat pressing against her, making a curl of lust swirl in her core. “That’s right.” She took her time, enjoying that heat flickering inside her as she traced the gold piping outlining of his sheik’s costume before adding, “What do you have to offer?” He shifted away from the stack of cups, braced himself on the edge of the keg and angled over her to stare down at the tops of her exposed breasts. “It seems to me, harem girl, you have things all wrong,” he replied, copying her motion to caress the swells of her breasts. His fingertips were damp from touching the icy keg and droplets of clear water rolled down the side of her breasts. She pulled in a deep breath. His throat flexed as he swallowed. How many times had she daydreamed about having him look at her that way? Like he wanted to eat her alive then come back for seconds. A thrill of female power poured over her like a warm spring rain. She was more than ready to get soaked. “I have things all wrong? What do you mean?” She placed her fingers on his neck, skimming her way down the powerful muscles.
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“Harem girls serve the master,” he replied, a smile pulling on his lips. “Not the other way around.” “Are you a master?” she asked, letting her thumb glide across the strong, steady beat of his pulse. His gaze came back to her eyes. “How do you know Gino?” He must have noticed her surprise because he added, “Do you work at the Smithsonian?” “No,” she replied sweetly, hoping to cut off his line of questioning. Then for good measure, added, “I don’t work there.” “You don’t hang out there?” Who knew the notorious Randy Randall was so careful? “I haven’t been to the museum in almost a year.” His voice dropped as he said, “I’m glad.” “You don’t like museums?” Or maybe he had some poor intern on the line and wanted to be sure she didn’t rat him out and ruin his fun. “It isn’t that. I only wanted to make sure you weren’t looking for someone else.” He glanced over her shoulder at a group of guys dressed in khaki shorts and white linen shirts. “And I wanted to be sure that no one was going to come looking for you.” “No worries. I’m just, here.” She tipped her head, letting lose tendrils of hair skim over her bare shoulder. “But what about you?” He tensed but only for a heartbeat. “I came here looking for…” “Go ahead.” “Well, I was looking for some girl I used to work with.” “And?” “It’s nothing. Someone I had a crush on who didn’t even know I existed.” His lips thinned and he turned away, looking like he wished he’d kept his mouth shut.
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Despite her resentment with him for ignoring her, she knew how bad it felt to be overlooked. “Tell me her name,” she said softly, tugging on the glossy collar of his shirt. “I need to tell her thanks for being too dumb to notice you.” He reached out and grabbed her waist. “Forget her.” “Right. We should get back to what we were talking about before,” she murmured, pressing her breasts against him, noticing his jutting cock. “Even though you’re wrong?” he asked, not embarrassed that she knew he was so turned on. She glanced up, a challenging smile tugging on her mouth. As she wiggled slightly making his erection bob, she asked, “I’m wrong about you being a master?” “No, you’re not wrong about that.” He tightened his grip on her waist and guided her away from the keg. “You have a way to prove that?” she asked, brushing her fingertips across his thigh as he led her to the edge of the crowd. “Don’t waste time, do you?” he asked. Knowing Randall would eagerly take up an offer of a no-strings-attached good time, she said, “I’m not here to waste time.” “Is that right? Then what are you here to do?” She dropped her hand and stepped close enough to slide her leg against his, putting sweet pressure on his ready cock. “You’re the master, you tell me.”
Was there a responsible, moral way to respond to that very obvious offer? Maybe. But Daniel’s brain wasn’t working well. It wasn’t really working at all, in fact. It was his ramrod straight shaft that was demanding all his attention. Her breasts, her neck, her sweet shoulders—where would be put his mouth first? While he was musing over that dilemma, a lavender scarf appeared in her hands.
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She wrapped it around his forearm, the cool silk caressing the sensitive area on the underside of his wrist. “Give you any ideas?” Speechless, he nodded, watching as she slipped it away, knotted it around her wrist then handed him an end. “I have more in my bag.” She swung her small bag playfully, then flattened her palm to her stomach. “And another one holding up my pants.” With his free hand, Daniel grabbed the sash around her waist, pulling her to him so she could feel the solid length of his fully erect penis. “You sure we both want the same thing?” She smiled, curling her fingers over the slippery fabric of his pants and grasping his shaft. “You’re not wasting any time either are you?” “Actually,” he said, “I was thinking we were both wasting time standing here playing word games.” “I have—” Emily stopped because he’d said the exact same thing. “I have a room at a B & B,” he nodded toward the edge of Gino’s lot, “That way, through the trees.” Emily turned, pretending to look through the wooded area that ran behind the houses and brownstones for the first time, pretending she didn’t know exactly where the very discrete Quincy House sat, then looked pointedly at the end of the sash he held in his right hand. Daniel looked around, wondering if anyone would see him pulling the harem girl away and then question Randall about the catch but no one was paying any attention to them. The only people in sight were a giant cactus making a big deal out of trying to hug a woman dressed as an oasis. Museum people. Really.
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He stepped farther into the wooded area, gently tugging the girl away from the crowd, into the darkness swelling among the trees. As they moved from the party, he could hear the light jingling of the bells on her veil and the gentle pant of her breath as she hurried to keep up with him. Sure, Daniel had seen porn where people were tied up but he’d never had any experience with it himself. It always stuck him as one of those scenarios that looked good on video but wouldn’t really appeal to him in real life. With the silk wrapped girl trailing behind him, he was beginning to think he’d been wrong about himself. He glanced back and she looked up with a smile that faltered when she stumbled on a cluster of sticks. He reached back, grabbing her before she completely lost her footing only to have her tumble into his arms. Without the use of her left arm, she nearly lost her balance. Working to right herself, she twisted in his arms and his fingers skimmed across the swells of her breast, the smoothness of her stomach and then the lush curves of her hips. By the time she finally stopped working to get her footing, she was pressed against him, breathing hard and so very right there. He glanced down to admire the sharp rise and fall of her rib cage. Her jacket had slipped to her elbows and the flimsy fabric of her top had fallen away, revealing one lush, round breast shoved up by a yellow corset that ended just below her breasts. Instead of shrinking away, or grabbing the front of her shirt to conceal herself, she lifted her free hand to cup her heavy breast and offer it to him, whispering, “Master?” The need to possess her was familiar, a predictable response to a sexy woman offering herself to him but it was the single-minded desire to dominate her that caught him off guard and took his breath away. “For you,” she said, filling his silence and pushing the gauze away to reveal the other gorgeous breast. “Do whatever you want.” The shouts and laughter of Gino’s party carried in the fall wind, reminding Daniel that he’d only just met this girl. 17
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Then why did he feel so connected to her, as though he knew her? She tugged the sash from his grip, shimmying to let her jacket fall to the ground, then wrapped the end around her other wrist. Her high breasts shone in the night, her nipples tightening to stiff points. The temptation to taste them was irresistible. He covered one nipple with his mouth as he reached around to grasp her hips and pull her to him. She responded instantly, arching back and shoving more of herself into his mouth with a satisfied sigh. His cock tensed, then throbbed, the tip pulsing with need that intensified each time she moaned, soft and sexy. The girl was so hot, so ready. He grabbed her ass and squeezed and she purred against him, instantly spreading her legs as though she’d been waiting for his touch. But her giving in to him wasn’t enough. He needed her to touch him, taste him, want something from him as well. With three sharp tugs, he freed her hands and tossed the scrap of fabric to the ground.
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Everything had changed, especially her plan—seduce him, get him hot and bothered, hungry for more and then leave him hanging. It had been a good plan, perfect, but the one thing she hadn’t counted on was feeling something for him. How could she possibly want anything from him? She’d resolved that stupid crush. Well, sort of. Something explained her need to seek him out and show him up. He stood before her waiting for her to make the next move, a quiet passion brewing behind his mask. His energy was intense, hungry but welcoming. Shit. No wonder she’d had a thing for him. But this wasn’t the Randall she imagined. That man had been self-centered, had only cared about himself. Yet the way she felt now, it was as though he wanted her and only her. As though they had some intimate connection. He was even more mesmerizing than she’d imagined. No wonder he was able to get any girl he wanted. But that was the point. She didn’t want to be just any girl. Yet maybe there was a side to him that she’d known existed, one that he didn’t let show? The tender touches, his desire to pleasure her…it wasn’t at all what she expected.
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Gently, with feather-light touches, he caressed the pale skin of her stomach just visible beneath the corset, skimming his fingertips lower until stopping at the low waistband of her pants. Emily’s stomach twisted with the conflict in her heart. She could push him away now, satisfied that she had snagged his interest and left him wanting—she’d achieved her goal. But if she did that, she’d never have the answer to the new question. Had she been wrong to have a crush on Randall in the first place? Maybe there was more to him than he’d ever shown, maybe a real man with feelings had been hiding under his non-stop arrogance. He leaned down to place a light kiss on her neck, then whispered in her ear, “If you were the master, what would you want first? What can I do to please you?” She glanced down at the glimmer of gold coming from her jacket on the ground. “You—you want to please me?” “Of course. A sexy thing like you,” a sensual smile slanted across his mouth, “If I can make you feel good, then I must be something special.” Emily shifted back, watching his response carefully as she asked, “I get it. You just want to make yourself look good.” He shot a glance toward Gino’s “I don’t think anyone is watching us.” Turning his attention back to her, he leaned closer to ask, “You going to kiss and tell?” “No.” Her gaze skimmed across his tempting lips and the heat in her pussy flashed. “Of course not.” “Then,” he reached out and ran his fingertips across the underside of her left breast, causing her nipple to tighten obediently. “It’ll just be between you and me. As soon as I get you in bed and you tell me where to start, that is.” “So…you really want me to tell you what I want?” “Yes, please.” He reached down and ran his hand across the bulge in his satin trousers. “And hurry up about it before I change my mind back you against a tree.”
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“Against a tree?” Emily grinned at the taunting challenge in his voice. “That doesn’t sound so bad.” He picked up her jacket, handed it to her, then guided her back, further into the dense cluster of limbs. “You aren’t worried about getting scratched by the bark?” “I’m a tough girl,” she replied, stopping short and lifting her chin, making her breasts rise up and beg for attention. “I can take whatever you dish out.” “Is that right?” he asked, bending down to run his lips across the rounded bottoms of her breasts causing the stiff edge of his mask to graze against her nipples. She panted and he pushed her back, angling her against a wide trunk then added, “You can take anything?” “That’s right.” Waves of desire had made her wet and swollen with a need that couldn’t wait. Now or never. Emily untied the sash at her waist, letting the thin layers of silk flutter to the ground and expose her bare skin. “Get down on your knees and I’ll prove it.” “You’re a naughty girl, not wearing panties.” The tender teasing of his voice was low and husky, sending pulses of heated pleasure across her nerve endings, making her heart thump and the air tighten in her chest. Somehow she found her voice, “On your knees.” The night air breezed across her bare thighs and curled between her legs, making her shiver with frenzied need. His attentive gaze fell to the shadowed juncture of her thighs but he stalled, so she set her hands on his shoulders and pressed until his knees hit the ground. “Wait. Put your hands above your head,” he said, scooting closer to her bare legs. “I want to imagine you like that later, when I remember how sweet your pussy tasted.” When she stayed put, he leaned in to place a neat row of kisses across her right thigh then looked up. “Do it.”
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Even through mask, she felt the strength of his stare, commanding her. Slowly, she lifted her left arm, stretching it above her head as she reached for his strong shoulder with her right. “No. Both of them.” She pulled her right arm away from his shoulder, lifting it slowly, feeling more and more vulnerable as she arched her back, twisting her wrists as she flattened her palms against the rough bark of the tree. Once her arms were settled, he stood to take hold of her breasts, squeezing gently. “I won’t forget these either.” He licked each nipple, leaving them wet and sensitive to the autumn breeze. Then lowering down, he took her hips and pushed her back, spreading her legs wider as he settled her firmly against the trunk. “That’s right, like that. With your pussy right here, hot and wet and waiting for me.” He put his mouth on her leg, picking up the row of kisses where he’d left off. A shudder started up Emily’s back but stopped midway, her body refusing to release the expectant tension stiffening her muscles and squeezing the air from her lungs. When his mouth finally touched her pussy, he parted her folds with his tongue and stroked the slick heat inside. Her legs vibrated with the effort of holding her up and she clawed at the bark, grasping for some firm piece to help hold her upright. He sensed her need and slid one hand behind her left leg, moving up to cup her ass cheek, his grip firm enough to hold her steady while his mouth remained soft and teasing as he licked the folds covering her swollen clit. The light caress of his tongue was too gentle, she needed more and he knew it. Each time she pushed forward he moved away, turning his attention to her thighs or stomach.
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The fifth time he pulled back, he tipped his head up and whispered. “Tell me what you want, harem girl.” He reached up and slid his thumb between the folds, just barely touching her hungry clit. Emily sucked in air. “Say it and I’ll do it.” The air came out in a puff, words stuck in her throat. Flicking her clit again, he said, “I just want to hear you say it.” Would she hate herself tomorrow for giving in to Randall? Or was he giving in to her? Damn, with her pussy so hot and swollen, aching for him, she couldn’t tell the difference. Couldn’t tell if the difference mattered. “Okay. I’ll have to be a mind reader and a slave,” he murmured, angling back in to cover her pussy with his open mouth. The heat of his lips consumed her, made her body tight and hot. His. Still covering her, he speared his tongue, finally putting pressure on her oversensitive clit. With each lick he made her wetter, hotter. She moaned, wiggling closer, opening her thighs and giving him access to her throbbing cunt. Stiffening his tongue, he thrust into her, pushing deeper with each stroke. But her cunt was so hot, so swollen, the pressure was only a tease. She tensed, concentrating on the solid motions of his tongue. It still wasn’t enough. She was primed, ready. Panting, she dropped to her knees, her bare skin flashing in the moonlight as she knelt in front of him, pleading with her gaze that he fuck her. “Not here,” he shook his head, reaching out to pull the thin silk up to cover her breasts but stopped.
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The cool air whispered across her fair skin but her breasts were warm, full and aching for his touch. He lifted his hands to take the tips into his fingertips, pressing gently. She moaned as her cunt throbbed, wet and anxious. He shook his head again, “No, it’ll be too—” But she didn’t want to listen, couldn’t wait. He felt it in the tense thrum of her body. With a tug, he yanked down his satin trousers and took a condom from his wallet. Satisfaction flowed through her at the sight of the hard, steady cock jutting from his lean, capable hips. In one quick motion, he slipped the pants off and smoothed them across the autumn leaves covering the ground. Efficiently, he slipped the condom on. Shaking with need, Emily grabbed him, pulling him against her as she started to lay down, her ass sliding on the smooth fabric. He thrust inside her, his hard cock filling her aching pussy even before her back hit the ground. Emily moaned, the first tense wave of pleasure breaking against her bones, sending wild vibrations through her hips. The need spread up, tightened her nipples to shameless peaks. Pumping into her, he rose up on his palms so each time he thrust against her his stiff rod caressed her clit. Incredibly, his shaft got even harder, filled her even more. Over and over he rammed into her pussy, turning her liquid and wanting. Just as the first wave of climax skimmed across her nerves, he paused, stopped moving and looked down into her face. “I-I—” he sucked in a sharp breath, then let it out, his rock-hard body holding her pinned to the ground. “I want to see you moan when I make you come,” he said, reaching up to slip off his mask.
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Too needy to speak, Emily merely watched as he tugged it off and threw it aside. He thrust into her at the same time he looked down, his dark eyes connecting with her gaze. She gasped. “That’s right, harem girl” he murmured, a playful smile tugging on his mouth. “Your master is here to take care of you.” Still staring into her eyes, he pulled back, taking the demanding pressure with him. Once he was all the way out, he used the tip of his penis to lightly caress her hot, slick lips. It wasn’t Randall. Had she known that all along? Somewhere in the back of her mind? Still teasing her with the thick tip of his shaft he groaned then paused, waiting for her to relax. Pin pricks of pleasure danced across her skin. For a moment she stiffened, held herself back from the release he offered. Did it even matter, that he wasn’t Randall? She peered up, tracing his jawline with her gaze. Why did he look vaguely familiar? He noticed her staring and bent down to nuzzle her cheek. “I used to second guess myself too but I finally got it. If what you want is right there, go ahead and take it.” Emily felt his smile as he kissed the curve of her neck. His lips were so soft and gentle, while his cock was hard and unyielding. In that moment she knew lying beneath him was so much better than wasting her time getting even with Randall—this man was everything she wanted. “Fuck me, Master,” she said on a sigh. He impaled her with one demanding swing of his hips. Rocking, he licked the whorl of her ear and the heat of his breath ignited her skin.
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Her pussy flashed hotter, slickened with desperation. Dropping her head back, she tightened the muscles around the thick, solid length of him. He moved, slowly pistoning into her, then gaining speed and thrusting harder. She spread her legs and lifted her hips, telling him to take what he wanted from her. Instantly, he understood and moved against her, taking control of her body.
A husky moan gathered in Daniel’s throat as he felt her slick pussy flutter with the first contraction of her climax. Knowing that her release had begun, he groaned and drove harder into her sweet, tight cunt, letting himself feel each delicious thrust. She moaned too, their sounds mingling together in the thin night air. Lost in the sensations she offered, he slammed into her. Soon, the tight contractions of her pussy shoved him to the edge. His cock pulsed, hot and hurried, filling her completely. Several thrusts later, her shudders stopped and the last of his ejaculations ceased. He held himself up, preventing himself from collapsing onto her. She giggled as he looked down. Lifting an eyebrow, he asked between raspy breaths, “My mind is blown and you’re laughing?” Amazingly, her slow, playful smile made his cock tighten. “I really need to find that stupid girl and thank her,” she replied, stroking his back with her able fingers. “No, it’s me who needs to thank her. If it wasn’t for her not knowing I was alive, I never would have gotten fed up with…with—” Myself. She tilted her head, waiting for him to finish. “She worked across the hall. I used to see her in the elevator and in the cafeteria but I never got the nerve to say hi.” He shrugged, lifting himself off the girl so she could sit up. “Does that sound asinine?” 26
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She laughed, lighter this time and with a look of understanding in her veiled eyes. “Not at all.” “Anyway, she went to go work for the Peace Corps and at her going-away party I made a deal with myself that if I ever saw a girl I wanted, I’d go after her.” He reached out and gently pinched one of her nipples, causing more blood to flow to his cock. “I don’t hold back anymore.” She stalled. “The Peace Corps?” “Yeah. I used to work at the Smithsonian. Lots of people there leave the museum to work overseas. The Smithsonian is how I know Gino.” Her sweet mouth rounded into an “O”. “I know what you’re thinking, that I must be a nerd if I worked there but—” “That’s not what I was thinking.” Pressing her fingertip to his mouth, she asked, “Weren’t you going to take me to your bed, Master?” Instantly, his penis stiffened again. She noticed and reached down to caress the tip. “I’m going to take care of that. And then I have something to tell you.” Daniel rolled to his feet, pulling his wrinkled pants over his jutting shaft. “Seriously, you aren’t going to tell me you have a boyfriend are you?” “I already told you—no boyfriend.” She adjusted her corset, then flashed him a smile as she covered her gorgeous breasts with the sheer silk. “I just want to tell you some stuff I learned from my time in the Peace Corps.” Daniel watched her shake herself off, noticing her quick, efficient motions and the cute way her curvy hips shifted when she moved. Then the truth hit him. Emily? It couldn’t be. Could it?
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Reaching for her waist, he asked, “Where exactly did you go when you were with the Corps?” She danced away from him, her rounds breasts bouncing as she stepped. “Oh no. Show me more things you can do with the awesome cock first, then I’ll tell you anything you want.” Show first, then tell. How could he argue with that?
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About the Author Thrill-seeking risk takers, heroes with the dark past, sexy locales, untamed women! Isabelle Drake writes stories featuring men and women who aren’t afraid to go after what they want. An avid traveler, she’ll go just about anywhere—at least on—to meet people and get story ideas.
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