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  “OH GOD! Oh! YES! AGHHHHHH!” she screams and then I feel her come hard on my dick. That is all it takes to set me over the edge.

  “FUCK YES! FUUUUCCKK!” I follow her, screaming my own release as I pound into her. Collapsing against her chest, I struggle to pull my eyes from the back of my head.

  HOLY FUCKING HELL!

  My throbbing cock is still hard and ready. I need more of her. I push myself up and try to catch my breath. Leaning in, I tenderly kiss her lips as I slide out of her. I move further down, feathering kisses on her flat toned stomach, working my way down to my destination. When I reach her mound, I pause and move to her inner thigh.

  She is drenched in both of our juices, and the delicious smells of sweet sex invade my nose. Licking inward, I savor our flavors on my tongue. Her body shakes as I move to that sweet clit of hers. Swiping my tongue upwards, I lick her clean as I suck her clit in hard against my teeth.

  I smile when I feel her hands in my thick hair.

  “I’m nowhere near done with you, Raven.”

  Thrusting in and out with my tongue, I work her pussy hard. Cupping her ass cheeks in my hand, I feel her lose control in my arms. Her pussy drenches my mouth with her release. I drink it all down and crave even more. Moving over her body, I kiss her lovingly, allowing her to taste herself. She smiles, and I growl with desire, flipping her over and positioning her on all fours. Pulling her hips back to me, I line up my cock to her glistening opening. I admire how perfect and beautiful her luscious pink folds are.

  I swear to God, every inch of this woman is gorgeous as fuck!

  Giving myself a few pumping strokes, I marvel at the gorgeous sight of her glorious ass up in the air. Rubbing her ass cheek, I lean forward and enter her. Normally when I take women from behind, it is hard and quick, but not this time. Slow and easy is something I have never done before her. Firmly gripping her hips, I ease myself into her, going deeper than I ever have before.

  HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

  The sensation is fiercely incredible and I find myself rolling my eyes back again at the feeling of being in her like this.

  “Shit! Raven, I can’t get enough of you,” I whisper against her ear.

  She rocks her hips against my dick and I push down hard on her ass.

  “Let go! Give it to me, Raven! Don’t hold it in!”

  “OH, GOD!” she screams and I keep my slow pace. Her inner walls squeeze my dick once more, milking me into a screaming climax.

  “YES! FUCK! YES, BABY! FUCK THAT COCK! AGHH!” I roar.

  She falls forward, and I stagger behind her, catching myself before I collapse on top of her. Kissing her lightly on her back, I step away from where she is. I don’t know what is going on with me, but this means far more than I ever realized it would. She means more to me than I could ever possibly imagine.

  She is mine.

  Looking at her once more, I can’t help myself. I lean down and kiss her on the top of her head.

  “Don’t move.”

  I walk into the nearby bathroom, run warm water over a soft white washcloth, and return to her. Dropping back down to my knees, I gently begin washing her. Taking a blanket down from above us, I wrap her up and lift her into my arms. Gently, I deposit her on the nearby bed in the room. Pulling her up against me, I trace the lines of her shoulder as she relaxes into me.

  “Tell me about yourself,” I ask her. Maybe I don’t deserve to know, but I crave it.

  “There isn’t much to tell. I’m not that interesting.”

  My beautiful Blaire, if you only knew.

  “Tell me everything,” I reply.

  For the next few hours, I hang on to her every word. No story could ever be more intriguing.

  There is no use fighting this. I am falling deep for her.

  Day 11

  Jaxxon

  She consumes me. Every minute of every day, she owns more of me. She’s in every thought, in every dream. I cannot escape her control. I feel as if I need her for my next breath. The fear of losing her is unfathomable. How is it that, in such a short amount of time, I’ve found myself surrendering to a woman?

  It is late in the evening and I have been dealing with paperwork all day. I need to finish getting everything together in order to be able to brief the board on how well our patient, Ms. Michaels, is doing. Tomorrow morning, I will be meeting her to discuss my businesses involvement with her case. No matter how hard I try, I haven’t been able to get anything done for thinking about last night with Blaire.

  Why did I have to stay?

  Why did I insist on getting to know her more?

  Why had I moved her fucking two floors beneath me?

  Until last night, I’d convinced myself that our attraction had been merely physical and sexual. I’d been very wrong.

  We share an emotional and spiritual connection as well.

  I am hopeless now.

  Stacy twists into my office, radiating confidence and projecting her uncanny desire for me. Her heavy tits bounce with each stride, threatening to spill out of her tight, red, low cut sweater. The short black skirt she is wearing is definitely not work appropriate attire, but nothing has ever been appropriate about Stacy. She’d never been anything but an easy fuck to me. Even though her body screams perfection, something about her has always bored me. Being with her never completely satisfies me.

  She shuts the door behind her, locking the top lever. Seductively, she moves toward me, unbuttoning the front of her red sweater as she inches closer. I don’t stop her. Instead, I lean back in my chair and enjoy the show. Yes indeed! This is exactly what I need. Fucking Stacy will get Blaire out of my mind and remind me of who I really am. I’ve let a woman overpower me and that simply can’t happen.

  Stacy drops her sweater on the floor beside my desk and leans forward, grabbing the armrests on my chair. Her red lace bra barely manages to hold her breasts inside. Licking my lips, I can taste them already. She straddles me in my chair and reaches around to remove her bra. I waste no time engulfing her breast in my mouth. Stacy throws her head back and moans. Blaire’s face immediately comes to mind, and I suck harder on her erect nipple. She grinds herself against my hardness while frantically working my belt loose. Panting, she stands and drops to her knees, slowly sliding my pants zipper open and allowing my cock to spring free.

  I lift up off my seat as she slides my pants down. Cupping my balls with her hand, she grabs my throbbing cock and begins pumping me up and down.

  “I knew you’d missed me. Let me give you what you need.” Her voice echoes in my office.

  I don’t open my eyes. I can’t. I need to do this.

  Her hand pumps faster and faster. I lean further back, allowing her to pull harder on my cock. I need to fuck her now! I feel her hot breath as it approaches her destination. Her hot tongue runs up my long shaft while her other hand continues squeezing my balls. Hearing her intake of breath, I know she is about to take me into her mouth. All I can see is Blaire. Fisting her hair into my hand, I want Blaire. Then I make the ultimate mistake.

  I open my eyes.

  She’s not Blaire.

  Stacy looks up at me and winks just as she is about to take my cock into her mouth. Disgust fills my stomach at what I am doing. Full of regret, I instantly shove her off me.

  “GET OUT!” I scream at her, pulling up my pants and securing my belt.

  Stacy gets up off the floor and angrily grabs her things, heading to the bathroom in my office. Clutching her clothes to her body, she turns to me and snarls.

  “You fucking asshole! You’re going to wish you never did that!” she yells, slamming the bathroom door behind her.

  I don’t give her a second chance to scold me. Grabbing my jacket and keys, I bolt from my office with one thing on my mind. Showing Blaire Michaels just who is boss.

  Blaire

  I’d barely made it to the new apartment when my phone vibrates.

  Mr. R: Level 9 NOW!

  Fear overtakes me. He is angry.
r />   Why?

  I thought we had worked through this. He is all I’ve thought about today.

  I press my key inside the panel, and the elevator begins the journey up to the 9th level. Securing the silk around my head, I hear the doors open in front of me.

  I feel him immediately as his energy penetrates my soul. And then everything in my world snaps. His large hands grab for my neck, shoving me back hard into the elevator wall.

  “What are you trying to do to me?” he growls in my ear.

  I am paralyzed in confusion.

  What does he mean?

  “I don’t understand,” I manage to answer him with a strangled voice.

  His grip tightens around me; his hot breath in my ear makes me dripping wet for him.

  “You care about me, don’t you? Damn it, Raven! That’s not part of the agreement,” he snarls at me.

  “Sometimes we can’t control how we feel.”

  He drops his hand from my throat and hits the elevator wall beside me. I feel the force of the blow as the wall vibrates behind me. Had he wanted to hit me?

  He thinks he is evil, but he isn’t. I have felt the way he holds me. I know he cares about me, too. Why can’t he admit he feels something for me?

  “I want you to show me your darkness. Let me be your light.”

  “You’ve awakened the demon inside of me. You need to run while you still can.”

  “I don’t want to run. I want you to free your demon. I am not afraid.”

  “You should be very afraid, Raven.”

  “I will never be afraid of you, Sir.”

  “Raven… don’t,” he whispers against my lips. His body trembles as he holds me in his grasp for dear life.

  “Show me,” I whisper into his mouth.

  He draws in a deep breath, and then with one violent rip, he tears off my wrap dress, sending buttons flying all around us. Forcefully, he grabs a fistful of my hair, and drags me out of the elevator. His breathing is ragged, his pace frantic with direct purpose.

  Oh my God! What have I done? Can I do this? I’ve never seen him this angry before.

  The metal blade slides against my skin and then a loud clip sounds as my bra is cut from my body. Moving downward, one jerk rips my thong from my hips, leaving me completely naked and exposed to him. I have nothing more I can hide behind.

  “The demon is ready to play.” He growls.

  Blaire

  With a handful of my hair in his hands, he forces me forward onto the platform, causing me to trip over my feet. I’ve pushed him to this madness. I’m the one who called out the inner demon inside of him. I want him to see that I need this just as much as he does. I want him to make me forget everything; this is all I want to feel. He needs to see that I am not running away. The pain he awards me is my pleasure. I welcome his harshness. I welcome his darkness. I’m in love with his demon.

  My face slams against one of the cold thick wooden beams of the cross. My flat stomach rests upon the cool metal that connects the middle piece of the X. His heavy weight prevents me from moving. His face presses into the back of my hair. He breathes me in and then raises my hands one by one above my head, securing them to the beams. He presses his hardness into my ass, and I can’t help but press back into him. His hand pushes my head to the side away from the wood. His foot violently kicks my bare ankles apart. It only takes him a second to snap the cold metal shackles around them. I am now his prisoner.

  My skin burns from the abrasive rope he ties tightly around my waist. Looping between each leg, he wraps layer after layer around my thighs. Each twist of my body magnifies the burning sensation and taunts the pleasure between my thighs that is pleading to be released.

  “OPEN!” he orders as he shoves a ball gag into my mouth and fastens it behind my head. When he pulls tightly on the leather strap, I scream in protest, which causes me to choke on my own spit. He backs away, leaving me gagged, tied, and blindfolded. I love every torturous second of it. Leather strands of a flogger gently slap against my back, sending my clit pounding. Mr. R. trails the leather up between my legs, hesitating at my pussy. Without warning, he slaps the flogger hard over and over onto my moist swollen opening. I’m lost in the pleasure surging through my body. I’m lost in him.

  He stops and the warmth of his body leaves mine as he backs away.

  I stand this way for what seems to be an eternity.

  Five hard blows from what feels like a crop are delivered to my back, knocking the breath out of me. Still, I want more. I hold in my screams. I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing I love it. I know he wants me to beg, but that isn’t going to happen.

  Mr. R’s hand softly caresses my ass. His fingertips tenderly inch up my side. The heat of his breath on the back of my neck is sending me closer to oblivion.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard that your pretty pink pussy is going to be black and blue when I am done pounding my dick inside of it.”

  I gasp for air when I strangle on my fear. I revel in the delight of the pain I crave. I never would have believed I would need this. All this time, I thought I wanted to keep control in my life, but the thing is I needed someone to control me. I needed someone to save me.

  Unleash the demon. I am ready.

  I push my ass out to him, teasing him as I sway it from left to right. Mr. R’s breath halts as he sucks in another round of air. My backside is rewarded with an additional five hard blows. Suddenly, I feel him spit on my back. When he roughly spreads my cheeks, his warm spit reaches my openings. His nose trails up my pussy, inhaling me as he travels upward.

  Breathing me in, he growls loudly. His searing, hot tongue impales my asshole with vengeance. He vigorously works the spit into my clit with his thumb. Then, two strong fingers ram into me, moving in a come-hither motion, catching the sensitive edges of my inner walls. My folds clamp down hard around him. He adds another finger and increases his movements inside of me, reaching deeper and deeper. The combination of his tongue in my ass and his fingers in my pussy spiral me to a new level of ecstasy. One, that before now, I’d have never thought conceivable. I bite down hard on the ball in my mouth.

  He slides himself in my pussy and then unleashes the fucking he’d promised. Each hard thrust sends my head forward and my body sandwiches between him and the cross. I can’t catch my breath. My release builds rapidly down low, begging to be set free. I’m almost ready to explode, but then he frantically pulls out of me, slapping me hard on the ass.

  Then, like a light switch, he turns tender by caressing the warm red skin on my bottom. Sweetly, he leans over me, pulling back my hair from my face. Little did I know, his words would be anything but sweet.

  “I’m going to claim this glorious ass, and you are not going to stop me. Scream all you want, but you WILL give everything to me. I am going to mark you as mine. I will take what has never been taken.”

  OH GOD!

  Jaxxon

  I’ve lost all control. The demon inside me has taken over. Spitting once again, I watch my saliva pool around her asshole. I don’t want to hurt her, but then again, I do. I am a sick bastard, but I want all of her whether her body is ready for it or not. Time should be taken with this demand, but I’ve thrown patience out the window. She’s sent me over the edge tonight. I can’t back down now. I’ve never needed something so much in all of my life. She is the only one to feed my inner demon’s hunger. With her, its appetite is endless.

  Rolling around my finger at the opening of her anus, I push apart her butt cheeks and watch her tiny bud open for me. Fresh and untaken, a beautiful, tight virgin ass. FUCK! I swirl my fingertip around her asshole and slide two fingers inside of her. Her moans are muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. I pump my long shaft with my free hand. Watching her writhe, I can take no more.

  Ready or not, she is getting this now.

  I step behind her, skin on skin. The little minx pushes her ass to me and sashays it from left to right. My fingernails dig into the flesh of her delectable hi
ps and I lose the last bit of self-control I have left. As hard as I can, I impale her. She screams. I ram in harder. The cross shakes so hard that I’m convinced I am going to either break it or rip her arms off. I don’t care. The metal digs deep into her skin. I wrap my arm around her stomach, pulling her closer to me. I can’t get close enough. I want to crawl into her soul and consume it. I want to corrupt her. I want to pound her ass so hard she never stops screaming my name.

  My name. She doesn’t even know my fucking name. I want to hear Jaxxon on her lips. Will that ever happen?

  I grow increasingly angrier at my own mistakes. I should have never agreed to keep my identity a secret. She should be staring in my eyes when I coat her in my seed. I have ruined that just as I ruin everything. Channeling my rage into my thrusting, I become beyond animalistic. My grunts are feral, my need insatiable. Her body should be revolted by my sick actions, but instead her ass grips a hold of my dick like a vice, milking me for my impending explosion.

  She meets my thrusts; I dig my fingernails deeper into her skin. Her screams erupt the room, her body shakes with its release. I see the blood on my hands from where I’ve broken her skin. It sends me over the edge, rocketing me into a climax unlike any other I’ve experienced in my life. I feel the hot spurts of my semen shooting out as they coat her ass. Exhausted, I collapse against her. I feel the intensity of our connection. This is beyond powerful; this is something I never want to be without. There is no way I will ever let go of her.

  The thick stream of my semen follows as I regretfully pull out of her. I instantly grieve the loss of her warmth around me. My cock rests against my leg, still erect and wanting more. Needing more. I smile and shake her ass, smearing the small streaks of blood into her skin. She is mine; I have officially claimed every inch of her now.

  Day 12

  Blaire

  Two days.

  All I have left is two days with him. I don’t want our time to end and I don’t know what will happen to me once it does. When there is nothing to hold over me, will he still want me? Will I still want him?