her pussy, opening her lips slightly. One finger teased her opening, then pushed inside.
“I like your tight cunt.”
“It likes you.” She groaned as he slipped his finger in and out. “Give me more.”
He pulled away, and she cried out at the loss. “Maddox!”
“You don"t give orders or make demands. Do you understand?”
“You"re a pussy tease.”
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33
“Thank you.” He slapped her ass, the sting spreading straight to her clit. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes, I don"t make demands. I"m sorry.”
“No, don"t be sorry. Just learn.” His finger went back inside her, and she groaned, holding still while he moved it in and out, adding a second one. “Do you like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very good.” He thrust harder. “See, you"re learning, and it"s only been a little while.”
“Does this mean I"ll get an A on „works well with others" on my report card?”
“Well, maybe not an A, not quite yet.” He withdrew his fingers and pushed her cheeks apart. “What an inviting little asshole. I can hear it begging me to fuck it.”
He dipped his fingers back into her wetness, slid them up to her ass, pressing against her back passage. Would he take her anally now? Or was he just exploring, as he said? His finger slipped inside her, and she groaned. She"d only taken a man that way once. Serge had tried it; it had not been a successful operation. This time would be better, she thought. However, she wasn"t sure she was ready for it now.
“Nice and tight,” he said, working his finger into her. “You"ve not played much back here, have you?”
“That road is generally closed to the public.”
“Not anymore.” There was a slight popping noise as he withdrew his finger. “On your knees.”
She turned to look at him. “It"s concrete.”
“That A you want is dropping down to a B.” She felt his gaze on her. Considering the amount of time he"d taken with the things they"d already done, she figured she would be on her knees on concrete for a while. Not a pleasant idea. Still, she was here to play, and if she wanted that good report card…
Clarissa stood, turned to him. She put one hand on the car for support as she dropped to her knees. The concrete was cool and hard.
“Very nice.” He stroked her hair again. “Let"s go inside now.”
She stood abruptly, frowning. “You could have told me this was just a pop quiz to see if I"d do it.”
“If you knew, it wouldn"t be a surprise, would it?”
She put her hands on her hips, cocked her head at him. “Did I pass?”
“With flying colors. Now come inside, so we can both come.” He stepped toward the door and then stopped. “And don"t forget to bring the ace of spades.”
Before she could ask what for, he hit the button to lower the garage door, then went inside the house. “Infuriating man,” she whispered, going back to the car to collect her clothing and her purse.
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Melinda Barron
Chapter Five
The house wasn"t exactly what she expected. They"d passed through a kitchen adorned with bright blue Mexican tile that gave it a rich, homey feeling. From the looks of the room, though, very little cooking was done there. The coffeemaker was the only small appliance she saw as they moved through.
The living room was tastefully decorated, with no touches that seemed to mark it as his. She envisioned a decorator picking out furniture and paint to give it the southwestern flair it had. The floors were entirely hardwood with colorful rugs with Indian designs on them.
The furniture was leather and wood. A large dream catcher hung above the sofa, and the wall opposite that had a bookcase filled with Indian pottery. She didn"t know a lot about the culture; however, the items looked to be things you wouldn"t find in a tourist trading post.
“Wow. Your decorator did a great job.”
“Thank you. I rather like what I did.”
She shook her head. “Well, that"s a surprise.”
“I"m full of them.” This time he
“I like your tight cunt.”
“It likes you.” She groaned as he slipped his finger in and out. “Give me more.”
He pulled away, and she cried out at the loss. “Maddox!”
“You don"t give orders or make demands. Do you understand?”
“You"re a pussy tease.”
Desert Surrender
33
“Thank you.” He slapped her ass, the sting spreading straight to her clit. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes, I don"t make demands. I"m sorry.”
“No, don"t be sorry. Just learn.” His finger went back inside her, and she groaned, holding still while he moved it in and out, adding a second one. “Do you like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very good.” He thrust harder. “See, you"re learning, and it"s only been a little while.”
“Does this mean I"ll get an A on „works well with others" on my report card?”
“Well, maybe not an A, not quite yet.” He withdrew his fingers and pushed her cheeks apart. “What an inviting little asshole. I can hear it begging me to fuck it.”
He dipped his fingers back into her wetness, slid them up to her ass, pressing against her back passage. Would he take her anally now? Or was he just exploring, as he said? His finger slipped inside her, and she groaned. She"d only taken a man that way once. Serge had tried it; it had not been a successful operation. This time would be better, she thought. However, she wasn"t sure she was ready for it now.
“Nice and tight,” he said, working his finger into her. “You"ve not played much back here, have you?”
“That road is generally closed to the public.”
“Not anymore.” There was a slight popping noise as he withdrew his finger. “On your knees.”
She turned to look at him. “It"s concrete.”
“That A you want is dropping down to a B.” She felt his gaze on her. Considering the amount of time he"d taken with the things they"d already done, she figured she would be on her knees on concrete for a while. Not a pleasant idea. Still, she was here to play, and if she wanted that good report card…
Clarissa stood, turned to him. She put one hand on the car for support as she dropped to her knees. The concrete was cool and hard.
“Very nice.” He stroked her hair again. “Let"s go inside now.”
She stood abruptly, frowning. “You could have told me this was just a pop quiz to see if I"d do it.”
“If you knew, it wouldn"t be a surprise, would it?”
She put her hands on her hips, cocked her head at him. “Did I pass?”
“With flying colors. Now come inside, so we can both come.” He stepped toward the door and then stopped. “And don"t forget to bring the ace of spades.”
Before she could ask what for, he hit the button to lower the garage door, then went inside the house. “Infuriating man,” she whispered, going back to the car to collect her clothing and her purse.
34
Melinda Barron
Chapter Five
The house wasn"t exactly what she expected. They"d passed through a kitchen adorned with bright blue Mexican tile that gave it a rich, homey feeling. From the looks of the room, though, very little cooking was done there. The coffeemaker was the only small appliance she saw as they moved through.
The living room was tastefully decorated, with no touches that seemed to mark it as his. She envisioned a decorator picking out furniture and paint to give it the southwestern flair it had. The floors were entirely hardwood with colorful rugs with Indian designs on them.
The furniture was leather and wood. A large dream catcher hung above the sofa, and the wall opposite that had a bookcase filled with Indian pottery. She didn"t know a lot about the culture; however, the items looked to be things you wouldn"t find in a tourist trading post.
“Wow. Your decorator did a great job.”
“Thank you. I rather like what I did.”
She shook her head. “Well, that"s a surprise.”
“I"m full of them.” This time he
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