He turned back to the bed, the bra draped over one finger. ‘This looks girly. Do you like it?’

‘Is Leo a magician?’ She’d last seen the bra in Dominic’s dressing room.

‘Just competent. Do you like it?’

She was sitting cross-legged in the centre of the bed, dwarfed by the dimensions and the soaring canopy. ‘The important question is do you? You were the one who wanted to buy all that stuff.’

He smiled. ‘That must be why I find you so appealing. You don’t quibble.’

‘You find me appealing because I’m available. And I have my reasons for being available.’ She pointed at his cock. ‘Him.’

His dick responded with exaggerated speed to Miss Hart’s bluntness, spiking upward in an explosive surge.

‘Now that I’d like to have in my phone album,’ Kate whispered. She could see the blood swelling the faint network of distended veins on his massive erection as he approached her. ‘Care to share?’

‘Not with the world. Sorry.’

She playfully pouted. ‘Selfish.’

‘I know the feeling. I almost took a picture of you this morning at breakfast. I could have jerked off to that twenty-four seven.’

‘Have I mentioned how I adore your flattery, no matter how vulgar?’ she said, a teasing light in her eyes.

‘You adore my dick even more,’ he observed. ‘So get your pretty little ass over here.’ He was standing at the side of the bed, the heat in his eyes scorching, his erection twitching against his stomach. ‘Now.’ He watched her slide across the bed with a singular vigilance, like a hunter sighting its prey.

When she reached the side of the bed, Kate leaned back on her hands, drew in a small breath and looked up into Dominic’s enigmatic gaze. ‘Don’t make me wait. Please. I hate that.’

Grasping her ankles, he swung her legs over the side of the bed. ‘I can make you do anything I want,’ he said smoothly, drawing her into a seated position.

‘Maybe you can.’ Although her body was already beginning to hum and pulse and shamelessly moisten at the soft menace in his threat.

‘I’m pretty sure I can. You’re getting wet just thinking about what I might do to you, wondering what I might do. Not quite sure what’s in store for you.’ He gently touched her nipple that had swelled as he’d spoken.

Her eyes shut and she softly moaned.

‘You like your nipples touched, don’t you?’ He gently squeezed the tip, the bruises more livid than they were this morning. ‘You don’t even mind if it hurts a little, do you? Answer me.’ Cool, soft as silk, a man allowed anything.

Her lashes abruptly lifted, a familiar heat in her green gaze. ‘I don’t have to answer you.’

Dropping the bra on the bed, Dominic slid his palms up the inside of her thighs, stopped midway and pushed.

She struggled against the pressure, lost, and the way cleared, her thighs opened wide, Dominic slid his middle finger up her wet slit. ‘Maybe this is your answer,’ he murmured, skimming the pad of his finger down her slick tissue, grazing her clit as he drew back his hand. ‘Am I right?’ He rubbed her bottom lip with the moist tip of his finger. ‘You never need lube. You’re always ready for sex. Aren’t you? Answer or I’ll take my dick where the women are more accommodating.’ He took a step back as though to underscore his intent.

‘Don’t go.’

His gaze was cool, unruffled. ‘Will you do what I tell you, not argue about every goddamn thing?’

She hesitated.

‘You have to decide how much you want this,’ he said softly, closing his fist around his stiff, upright erection, sweeping his hand downwards.

She gasped as the rampant crown swelled larger and the colour darkened from red to purple.

‘Yes or no, Miss Hart.’ His hand rose and fell again.

She drew in a shaky breath, exhaled, nodded.

‘I didn’t hear you.’

‘Yes.’

He smiled, let his hand drop to his side. ‘Good. Now my rules. Your pussy is for me alone. Should you want to masturbate, you have to check with me first. I have a better vibrator for you, so you might like to try it. But whether I allow you to use it will be my decision, not yours. And these are mine’ – he briefly cupped her breasts, let his hands drop – ‘to do with what I want. Do you understand?’ He lifted her chin with the tips of his fingers.

She was turning liquid inside, melting with shame and desire. She nodded.

‘Speak.’

‘I understand.’

‘Next – if I tell you to wear a bra, you will. If I tell you to take that bra off, you will. If I tell you to serve these’ – a flick of his fingers over the swell of her breasts – ‘up for my pleasure, you’ll hold them and lift them high. Is that clear?’

‘Yes, yes.’ She was beginning to squirm.

‘And if you do as you’re told, I’ll screw the hell out of you because that’s what you want, isn’t it?’ He could see the fury in her eyes, but he forced her to answer. ‘That’s what you came here for, right?’

Silence, incandescent with rage.

He waited because she was flushed and trembling and he had what she wanted – a hard dick.

‘Yes,’ she finally whispered.

‘Thank you,’ he said with a saintly smile. ‘Now, there are no exceptions to my rules. You must learn obedience. You’re much too independent.’ He placed his strong hands on her hips, stilled her faint squirming. ‘You can’t come yet. And you might want to give me a safe word. If you don’t overuse it, I’ll respect it. But I’m going to fuck you any way I want today, so be warned.’