Maggie drew him into her bedroom and stood, uncaring about her near nudity.

Mac’s gaze wandered from her head to her toes and lingered in between. “You are fucking gorgeous.”

She flushed, pleased and embarrassed with the praise. She’d always had a nice figure and attractive face, but her workouts had toned her body into an especially tight form.

“So you’re good with doing things my way?” he ventured when he met her gaze again. “I’m not kidding around. I don’t want to hurt you or anything, but I’d like to see if we fit the way I’d imagined.”

He’d thought about her. Fantasized about her. She wondered if they had the same kinds of needs. “This isn’t a joke, is it?”

His gaze softened. “No, honey. I want you, but I’m not an easy lover. I could pretend I like it simple, the way I normally do. But it’s not enough, and lately, I need something more. I like to be in control, to take and demand. But I need to know if you can handle that. If you can’t, it’s okay.” But she could sense the disappointment waiting behind her potential refusal. “I still want you. I just thought this might be something we’d both enjoy.”

“Why would you think that?”

“You like me bossing you around. I’ve seen the way you react.”

“H-how?”

“Your nipples get hard. You flush, those cheeks turning a pretty pink. And your pupils get bigger—all signs of arousal. You want to be mussed and controlled, don’t you, Maggie?”

She did. And now he knew. She let out a breath. “What do you want me to do?”

He didn’t smile or nod. He lost the easiness of expression and growled, “Take off your robe.”

She shrugged out of it, and it pooled to the floor. Mac remained in his coat, completely dressed. The disparity wasn’t lost on her. He wanted control, and God, she wanted to give it to him. Vulnerable and naked, she looked even smaller next to his powerful body.

“Now come and take off my jacket.” He waited.

She swallowed and approached, feeling timid yet powerful at the same time. So strange.

She unzipped his coat, and the sound was overly loud in the quiet room. He watched her while she undressed him. She put the jacket on the chair next to her bed and waited.

Mac kissed her, so suddenly and with so much feeling she could barely hold on. She gripped his arms and held tight while he plundered her mouth. Against her, his clothing scratched. His body had no give, his mouth no regret.

He pulled back and looked at her with a mean smile. “This is going to take a while. You don’t have anywhere to go tomorrow, do you?”

“No,” she said between pants. “My day off.”

“Good.” He kissed his way to her breasts before looking back at her, and she saw a new side to Mac she hadn’t seen before. A sexually controlling master.

She shivered.

“Cold?” he asked.

“N-no.”

“Wet?” He didn’t let her answer but pushed a finger between her folds and into her. “I guess I’m not the only one wanting this.”

Dear Lord. “I never said you were.”

“Sir. I never said you were, Sir.”

She bit her lip and moaned, “Sir.”

“That’s nice.” He sighed and kissed her until she wanted to melt all over him. “Take off my shirt. I want your hands on my skin and your mouth on my nipples.”

She liked him telling her what to do. Even better, she liked following his orders. He ground his pelvis against her and drew her attention to the raging erection beneath the denim.

Mac wanted her, no question.

Maggie drew his shirt off and placed it next to his jacket. She couldn’t look away from his chest, those huge biceps and corded forearms. The man was seriously built, enough that it would be easy for him to hold her down and do whatever he wanted to her.

“What’s that look?” he asked.

“You’re so strong,” she whispered. “So much bigger than me.”

“Sir,” he added, teasing.

“Sir.” She kissed his chest, past the smattering of hair to the coppery disks of his nipples. She traced his muscles with her hands, loving the feel of his straining pectorals and ripped abdomen honed by hundreds of sit-ups and countless workouts at the gym. She drew on his nipples and kissed and licked, wanting to make him as crazy as she felt, until he yanked her back by her hair. The small bite of pain intrigued her, because she’d never thought she’d be into hurting at all.

The experience felt unreal, the way she’d imagined it so many times. It was like she’d conjured him out of her darkest fantasies.

He was no longer Mac, she no longer Maggie. Instead, Sir and his submissive played their fun and games. She moaned, losing herself in the woman she’d always wanted to be.

“I said let go,” he growled.

She hadn’t heard him. “Sorry, Sir. I didn’t hear you.”

“Being bad already? I think we need that safeword.”

Maggie nodded, unable to look away from him. Punishment? She’d dreamed about that since she’d first read it in a novel. Spankings, pinches, maybe even a little biting. She’d never tried the kinkier stuff with any of her lovers, but she’d imagined doing it. So many times.

“Pick a word, Maggie.” Mac pulled her closer by her hair, tilting her chin back to expose her neck. He sucked at her pulse and nibbled his way to her cheek. The small bites stung and made her wetter.

“Strawberry,” she whispered. “That’s my safeword.”

“Good. You say that if you feel like we need to stop. I’ll respect that boundary.” He stared into her eyes. “I’m not bullshitting about that. You say no, I’ll keep going. Stop, wait, those don’t mean anything. The minute you say strawberry, I’ll cease, no question. Say it for me.”

“Strawberry.”

“And don’t be afraid to say it. I don’t think you’ll need it tonight, but I want to be safe.” He paused. “And speaking of safe… You on birth control?”

She nodded, glad to have this conversation. A lot of guys felt weird about condoms, but she’d rather be protected from the onset.

“I know you haven’t had sex in a while.”

She frowned at his grin.

“Now, now. Don’t be embarrassed.” His grin faded. “I haven’t gotten laid in four long-ass months.” He glared at her. “Some tight ass at the gym has been messing with my head.”

She blinked at him. “Really?”

“Really, Sir.” He pinched her nipple.

“Sir,” she breathed.

“That hurt. And you liked it, didn’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

Mac closed his eyes for a moment then opened them. “Jesus, Maggie. You’re incredible.” He took a deep breath then let it out. “I’ve always worn a condom. Well, with the women I’ve been with in the past. I won’t lie. I’ve dated a good bit. But nothing lasted.” His eyes darkened. “I want to come inside you. You okay with that? I’m clean, but you can’t know for sure. So if you want me to wear a rubber, I will.”

“I trust you.” She didn’t have to think about it. With her safety, her job, even sex, she trusted him. That he wouldn’t hurt her emotionally was a completely different story. But she wouldn’t have to worry about that if they just had sex. Not making love, just sliding tab B into slot A. Period.

“Thank God.” He grinned. “Now, little sub, get back to what you were doing. Touch me. And then we’ll get started on my pants.”


Mac swore as she embraced her role. Maggie Doran had been starring in his nightly fantasies for a while. But the reality far surpassed his imagination. She hungrily sucked his nipples, and he’d been sporting a hard-on that could split wood since he’d seen her in that ugly robe. Fuck, but he’d been hard pressed not to ram himself in her and just come.

He needed the respite, but this torturous road to pleasure felt so much better. He liked depriving himself. Plus it let him see how much of her he could take.

The woman played hell on his control. He’d never been so close to losing it from some heavy petting and kissing. For that reason he’d remained dressed long after he would have gotten naked with anyone else.

He ordered her to stop, and she pulled away looking dazed. Those tits swayed, and she panted, in lust. For him. “Now my pants. I want you to take your time. You’re not to touch my cock. Just get my clothes off.”

Or he’d lose it. Coming in two seconds wouldn’t impress her. And he needed to show her he was worthy of ordering her around. He remained still, lifting his legs only to help her after she removed his shoes and socks. When her hands moved to his fly, it was all he could do to remain still. She finally had his jeans around his knees. But when she shifted to completely remove them, her cheek brushed against his underwear, sliding down his erection.

A damp spot clearly indicated how much he wanted her. His slit had been wet since he’d seen her large nipples. And that taut belly… Her pussy was drool-worthy. She had a thin strip of hair on her mound, making for easy access when he ate her out. In the next two seconds if she didn’t hurry.

“Quit playing, Maggie.”

She took off his jeans and underwear and turned to put them on the chair. He wouldn’t let her turn back around.

“Don’t move. That’s it. Bend over the chair and spread your legs.”

“Yes, Sir.” Man, her breathy voice really did it for him.

“More. Thrust your hips back. That’s it.” Christ, he could see her wet thighs and pussy. All that cream just for him.

He couldn’t wait any longer. Mac covered her like a stallion and slid his cock between her folds. Not inside her, but against her, and the friction only whetted his appetite for more.

She bucked under him, and he held her still with his much larger frame. “Ever been ass fucked, little sub?” He wanted to take that small hole in the worst way. Because it, and every other part of her, was his. Anal with other women had never been a big deal. With Maggie, it made claiming her that much more complete.