He nodded as if in appreciation of the crappy insult. “Church daughter. Raised to be a good girl. Bet you never question if you should obey the person giving orders. You just do what they say, don’t you, little girl?”

“I—” She did. “You arrogant bastard, what would you know about being respectable?”

“Bet your husband was real respectable. Conservative. Wanted you to be the same. Answer me, Miss Madison.”

“He—” Her mouth snapped shut, and she glared. “You can take this job and feed it to your ugly pigs.” She rose.

His grin came and went so fast she almost didn’t see it. “No, the interview isn’t over. Do you even know what you’re interviewing for?”

“I… No.”

He walked around the desk and grabbed her by the nape of her neck. “Neither do I. Let’s see if you have any skills I’d enjoy.”

After pushing her into the knee space under the desk, he took his seat, lowered the chair, then moved it forward until his legs bracketed her. With sure hands, he opened his leathers. His cock rose, and she gaped at him. “You want me to suck your—”

“Yep.” He slid her glasses off and tossed them on the desk. “A nice blowjob…and quietly, please.”

Be rude. Obey, but be rude. He wanted rude, then fine. “Are you sure I can find it? I might get it confused with one of those pencils on the floor.”

He choked, even as he pushed a button on the front of the desk.

Obey. Resting a forearm on his knee to steady herself, she licked around the top of his cock before taking it into her mouth. At the taste and feel of his hard erection, desire set up a steady pulse between her legs. The velvety skin was stretched tight, the veins bulging. Mmmm. Want more. She lifted her head. “See, tiny dick. Maybe—”

He shoved her head down, forcing her to take it all, effectively muffling her. And he wasn’t little at all. She almost gagged as he went deep, but when his hand fisted in her hair and pulled her head up and down, the feeling of being controlled made her insides go smooshie.

“Suck harder.”

She did, then defiantly scraped him—gently—with her teeth. Under her forearms, his thigh muscles tightened. Heavens, she’d missed being with him. She inhaled his musky, wonderful scent.

He pulled her hair just enough to give her goose bumps.

Relaxing her jaw, she took him deeper, enjoying the rumble of satisfaction he gave. She could climax just listening to him.

The door creaked open, letting in the noise of people in the hallway. A man said, “You rang, boss?”

Linda froze and tried to pull back farther under the desk. Sam’s hand in her hair kept her head bobbing, the wet sounds far, far too loud.

“Yes, would you tell the next candidate that I’m detained,” Sam said. “I won’t get to her for another hour.”

“Of course, sir.” The man’s voice came closer. “Is there anything I can assist with, while I’m here?”

No. No!

Sam glanced at her and raised his eyebrows.

Linda knew she was effectively hidden by the desk, but the sounds of a blowjob… The man knew exactly what was going on. She shook her head frantically, despite the cock in her mouth.

Sam winced, then grinned. “No, thanks, Holt. I don’t think I’ll have to deal with an overly polite secretary after all.”

“Very good. Let me know if you change your mind. I enjoy…interviews.” The door closed.

My God, he’d have let that man touch me? She wrenched her head up. “You jerk. How could you have done that?”

He gave her an even look. “A threesome wasn’t listed as a hard limit for you. I wanted to see if it was something you’d enjoy.” He put himself away, zipped up his pants, and pulled her onto his lap.

She couldn’t help but snuggle close. How could the damned sadist make her feel so safe when he held her?

“Looked like you didn’t want company, though. Why did you check it as ‘possible’?”

“I… At the time, it seemed like an okay possibility.” At the time, she’d actually been thinking of ways to make Sam jealous. She sure hadn’t thought he would call her on it.

His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say anything.

Letting him think too long might not be a good idea. “So, big boss, what do we do now?” She deliberately squirmed on his very hard cock. Actually, being a bad girl seemed a fine idea. Turning into him, she buried her face in the curve of his neck, inhaling the soap and hay scent before nipping his skin. She undid a button on his shirt and slid her hand in to outline his hard pectoral muscles. His crisp chest hair teased her fingers as she sought out a nipple…and pinched it.

He growled at her, pulled her hand away. “Get back in your chair.”

“Ah, come on, Mr. Davies. I’m sure I can be a great secretary.” After bouncing on his cock, she pushed off his lap, opened her blouse, and shimmied her bare breasts at him.

As his blue eyes turned to a molten steel color, his whole body seemed to expand.

Uh-oh, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea, she thought, even as her skin seemed to burst into flame.

He rose, grabbed her upper arms, and yanked her against him, then took her lips in a kiss so demanding, so wet and hot that her knees buckled. Slinging an arm around her, he kept kissing her, even as his other hand cupped her bare breast. When he rolled the nipple and pinched the tip—hard—a stream of need flowed to her clit. “I can see you want to be punished, girl.”

“I… Ah…”

“After that, I’m going to fuck you.” She could hear the control in his voice. “Hurt you and fuck you so hard that everyone in the club hears you scream my name.”

Oh. God.

After folding his glasses and putting them in his pocket, he lifted her onto the desk. “Kneel up in position.”

At the growl in his voice, she felt as if she’d stepped sideways into somewhere softer. Brighter.

Feeling wanted was wonderful. Being understood and still wanted was even better. On top of the desk, she set her butt on her feet. Her hands rested on her thighs.

“Good. Arch your back.”

When she complied, his cheek creased with his half smile before he ran his hand over her breasts. His calluses were rough and wonderful on her sensitized skin. “Love these tits, girl.”

So blunt. Yet the wash of happiness couldn’t be denied.

He tugged at her nipples until her breasts seemed to sizzle. “Stay just like that,” he warned before bending down to his toy bag beside the desk. After setting a pair of bandage scissors on the desk, he took a length of rope and circled the base of her left breast several times, slightly tighter than was comfortable. Then he did the right.

Now instead of feeling swollen, her breasts felt as if they’d burst.

His gaze on her face, he fondled each breast and pinched the engorged nipples. Such intense heat lanced through her that she whined and wiggled.

When he lifted breast clamps from his bag, she made a protest that didn’t even sound like her. He knew she was sensitive there. Knew she hated those things.

He barked a laugh, and delight gleamed in his hard gaze. “Yes, this will really hurt,” he said, openly enjoying how she tried to cringe away. The first one went on, an alligator clamp with a screw. He adjusted the pressure.

“Too tight,” she gasped.

“Breathe, Linda. Breathe through it. Take it for me…and for you.” Curving his unyielding hand under her breast, he watched her face.

She pulled in a breath, trying to ride the pain. Not a good pain. But his words. “For me.” She’d do it to please him, to see the approval in his eyes.

“Ready for the next one?”

Tears had pooled in her eyes, and she shook her head no. The shocking bite had lessened, blossoming into a wonderful fiery pleasure, but still…

“Too bad.” And he did the other one.

She gasped as the prongs closed on her sensitive nipple, hurting, hurting, and the fact that he’d force her to take the unwelcome hurt shook everything inside her, because she wanted him to push her. To ignore her protests, to make her submit to his will. As he watched her with those mesmerizing blue eyes, she felt as if layers of her skin were being stripped away—a fruit being peeled until only the soft core remained.

He attached a chain between the two clamps, letting the cool metal drop against her skin. “Open your knees.”

His gaze never left her face as he ran his hand between her legs, sliding through her wetness. He plunged two fingers inside her. Her pussy contracted around him, pulsing and pulling, sending zaps to every nerve, somehow bouncing off the raw soreness in her breasts and expanding.

He moved closer, sharing the warmth of his body. With fingers still inside her, he used his free hand to grip her hair, tugging her head back so he could take her lips. So he could rub his chest on her clamped nipples, increasing the glorious pain until she whimpered. He took her further, his control over her merciless as he penetrated her mouth and pussy so intimately her head spun.

Thrusting his fingers deeper, he circled his thumb around her clit, pushing her up the slope toward a climax.

As her thigh muscles started to tremble and her insides to contract, he withdrew and stepped back, smiling into her needy eyes. “Pretty Linda.” He paused for a second. Then his voice grated lower. “You make me happy, girl. Happy to fuck you.” He cupped her cheek and gritted out, as if he drew the words from a bottomless well, “Happy to be with you.”

Her heart melted into slush, pooling in her chest. “Sam,” she whispered.

“No talking, missy. Moaning is allowed…if you’re able.”