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  “Um, you’re Katie Nelson, right?” Jenna inquired. She looked a little scared and it made Katie alarmed.

  “Yes?”

  “Mr. Quinn wants to see you.”

  Katie blinked at her. “He does?”

  She smiled all the way up the back stairs, down a long hallway until it came to a dead-end. Jenna knocked, smiling at Katie, but it wasn’t that dazzling salesgirl smile anymore, it was the polite, uncomfortable sort.

  “Come in.” Liam was at his desk in a tall leather chair, a phone to his ear, feet up, his view exactly as Katie had pictured it, of the yoga class below.

  “Sir, this is—”

  “Thank you, Jenna.” He dismissed her, not unkindly, and Jenna shut the door behind her, leaving Katie and Liam alone.

  “I’ll call you back.” He hung up the phone, shaking his head and looking up at her. “Brat.”

  “Who me?” She hid a smirk and only half-succeeded. “I just found one of those free membership trials in a magazine…”

  “Let’s not play games, Katie.” Liam stood and she felt her knees weaken. His physical presence did that to her. “I told you I was busy this week.”

  “I know,” she agreed, toying with the key pinned to her waistband. “I didn’t intend to bother you.”

  He snorted, incredulous. “You spreading your legs and bending over on the yoga mats down there in my gym is bothering me.”

  “Is it?” She knew she sounded a little too hopeful.

  “You know it is.” He took a step toward her and she felt her heart stop for a moment as he reached past and pushed a button on the door, locking it. “Now undress.”

  She gaped at him, eyes wide.

  “I won’t say it again, Katie.” He strode back to his desk, already pulling at his tie. “I’m not going to play games with you. I’m going to give you exactly what you came here for.”

  Promises, promises.

  She started with her tank, pulling it over her head, and she heard his intake of breath when it left her nude from the waist up—she wasn’t wearing a bra. Tossing it on the leather sofa, she turned her back to him, inching her yoga pants down, taking her panties along with them. Her trainers and socks were still downstairs next to her mat—she’d come upstairs barefoot.

  “Now come here.” His voice was low, soft, a little hoarse, and she turned to find his suit coat off, along with his trousers and shoes, his white dress-shirt unbuttoned down the front. He was wearing a pair of navy blue boxers, and they were tented quite nicely. It made her mouth water.

  Completely nude, she went to where he was leaning back against the edge of his desk. Any man in his boxers, wearing just a shirt and a pair of black socks, should have looked ridiculous, but he didn’t. He looked sexy as hell, even with the bulge in his boxers. Maybe especially because of it.

  His gaze dipped downward, and then back up, his eyes meeting hers. “I have an important meeting in about twenty minutes. Before that, you’re going to do everything I tell you to do. Do you understand?

  She nodded, a thrill going through her as he reached inside his boxers, freeing his cock for her view. He had big hands, but his cock made his fist look small as he began to slowly pump it, his eyes never leaving hers.

  “Get on your knees.”

  She sank before him, knowing just how he’d felt in the showers when he was on his knees before her, ready to worship him. A smile played at the corners of his mouth and he brought a hand to her hair, pulled back into a workout ponytail, yanking the elastic out and letting it spill all around her shoulders.

  “Suck it.”

  She did, finally, gladly, taking the offering of his cock into her mouth like a gift. He fed it to her, slow and easy, rubbing the head of it against the inside of her cheeks, along her eager tongue, over her wet lips.

  “You like sucking cock.” It wasn’t a question but she responded by taking him deeper into her throat, eyes on his, as deep as she could go. Liam groaned when his entire length had disappeared into her mouth, pressing his hips forward, making her gag.

  Katie dribbled saliva down her chin, over her breasts, his cock so filling her mouth and throat she could barely breathe, but she didn’t care. He grabbed a handful of her hair, easing back out, and she licked at his length the whole way, using her tongue along the underside of his shaft, flicking the tip when it appeared at her lips, thick with her saliva.

  “Please,” she begged hoarsely from her knees. “Oh Liam, please…”

  “Stand up.”

  She rose slowly, dizzy, oxygen-deprived, but she knew he would hang onto her, and he did, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her to him. She wrapped her legs around him, wiggling in his arms, her pussy so hungry for his cock it was seeking it all on its own, Katie’s hips grinding uncontrollably.

  He grabbed a fistful of her hair again, pulling her head back so he could graze his teeth down her neck, over her collarbone, walking forward with her toward the closed office door. Katie’s pussy was so wet she felt her juices dripping down her ass and she locked her arms around Liam’s neck as they reached the wall, pressed hard up against it.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he growled into her ear and she whimpered in response, feeling the weight of him as he pressed her hard to the wall, his cock trapped between them. “And I’m going to come really fucking hard into your hot little cunt.”

  Oh god. She dug her heels into his back as if she could force him into her, but the thought was ridiculous. She couldn’t force him to do anything, and she knew it.

  “I’m going to come fast and I’m going to come hard,” he whispered, leaning back a little so he could look down and see her breasts, cupping and kneading them, her nipples so eager for attention they hardened immediately under his hands. Katie couldn’t take her eyes off his cock, pulsing between them, still slick from her mouth.

  “Look at me,” Liam insisted and she dragged her gaze upward, over the ridged surface of his belly, the broad expanse of his chest, meeting his eyes. They were dark with lust, so dark it almost frightened her. “I’m not going to stop fucking you, Katie. Do you hear me? Even after I come, I’m going to keep fucking you.”

  She stared at him in wonder, but didn’t have time to respond because he shifted his hips and drove into her, his aim perfect, sinking deep into the soft, waiting flesh of her pussy. Having Liam inside of her made her want to scream and she bit his shoulder to keep from crying out, knowing that while the door was locked, there were people right on the other side of it.

  “Oh fuck.” Liam stopped, buried inside of her, his full weight pressing her to the wall. She couldn’t breathe at all, but she didn’t want to. Instead, she tried to take him in deeper, squeezing the muscles of her pussy around his length.

  “Ohhh. Brat!” He groaned, his hands moving down to grip her ass, giving him more leverage. His cock was steel heat and he impaled her, hips driving forward and up, shoving her against the wall. Katie cried out, taking his length, taking his weight, his cock splitting her open again and again. Liam’s breath was hot in her ear, his words even hotter, telling her how good she felt, how beautiful she was, how much he loved her hot, wet, sweet little cunt.

  “Ohhh fuck, Kitten, ohhhh your fucking pussy! I’m gonna come so hard!” He growled, his hips pumping faster, harder, driving in deeper than she thought was possible, slamming her so hard against the wall she felt as if the whole building was going to fall down around them.

  “Ahhhhh Katie, ohhhhh!” He went up on his toes, thrusting her up the wall as he came, and she felt every hot swell of his cock as he plunged into her tight hole, filling her with fiery hot blasts of cum, so deep in made her belly burn. She clung to him, whimpering against his shoulder, feeling his whole body shuddering with his climax.

  She slowly relaxed, nuzzling his neck, kissing his collarbone, his jaw. They both looked up when someone knocked at the door.

  “Mr. Quinn?” It was Jenna.

  Katie bit her lip, hissing, “Hurry! Put me down!”
r />   “No,” he whispered, her earlobe between his teeth. “I told you I wasn’t going to stop fucking you.”

  “The people from Fitness Craze are waiting downstairs for you, sir.”

  “Let them wait,” he called, dismissing her.

  “Oh Liam,” she whispered, amazed to feel his cock swelling again inside of her. It wasn’t possible—was it? But he was hard again, and he was fucking her, panting and grinding and making her pussy sing with pleasure.

  She gasped when he grabbed her ass and swung her around in his arms, carrying her, still fucking her, oh god, lifting her up and down on his length, over toward the window. It was double pane glass—the same glass he’d watched her doing yoga through—and she could see the class still going on, winding up now, everyone relaxing in child’s pose.

  “Liam!” she cried but he had her turned around again, fucking her with her back pressed to the window this time instead of the wall. “Will it hold us?”

  “I don’t fucking care,” he panted, punishing her pussy with his cock, so hard again it hurt, and she begged him for more, gasping his name. She was so close to coming it was maddening, but she couldn’t quite get there, not like this. Her clit throbbed, needing more direct stimulation, and she shifted her hips, looking for something, anything, to rub up against.

  Then Liam had her in his lap, collapsing into the big leather office chair behind him, taking her with him and nestling her into the saddle of his hips, still buried in her flesh. She looked down at him in surprise, but he leaned back, forcing his cock deeper, looking up at her as she straddled him. His hands went to her hips, guiding her on his cock, not up and down but back and forth, a sensation that made her pussy purr.

  “Touch yourself,” he told her, hands manipulating her, back and forth, back and forth, pelvis’s grinding. It was easy to reach her clit from this angle and she found it with her fingers, sighing and rubbing, her eyes half-closed with bliss. Liam rocked his hips back, forcing her forward, and captured one of her breasts in his mouth, not just the nipple but the areola too, sucking deeply.

  “Oh yes!” she moaned, forgetting about the people on the other side of the door, the people waiting downstairs, the yoga class rolling up their mats and chatting down below. She could see them, but they couldn’t see her. There was no one in the world but Liam, only Liam, and she was his.

  “I want you to come.” He licked her nipple, lashing it with his tongue, still grinding her into his lap, rubbing the head of his cock so deep, round and round. “Come all over me, Kitten.”

  She cried out, unable to resist his direction, her fingers working furiously between her thighs, her other nipple lost in the hot, wet suck of his mouth. Her orgasm wasn’t a wave or even a tsunami, it was the whole fucking ocean folding in on itself, drowning both of them. She felt it take her, straightening her spine and curling her toes, and even the members down on the floor gathering for Pilates had to have heard her screaming with pleasure, the hot clamp of her pussy on Liam’s cock forcing his own climax.

  “Katie!” He groaned and thrust up, his head going back in the chair, and they probably would have tipped over if the desk hadn’t been behind them. He lifted her up with his hips, his cock exploding again like a white hot geyser, the continual, persist tug of her pussy like the moon pulling the tide, unstoppable. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Baby!”

  “Yes!” She urged, keeping up the motion all on her own, back and forth, her clit still throbbing as she rocked on top of him, wanting more, more—she couldn’t get enough. Liam groaned, collapsing into the chair, grabbing an armful of hair this time and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply, his tongue pulling her in.

  “Oh sweet, sweet Kitten,” he murmured, fingertips running down her sweaty back. “Now that’s what I call a workout.”

  She giggled “Way better than yoga.”

  The phone rang and he sighed, reaching over and picking it up. “Quinn.”

  Katie slowly disengaged herself from his lap and he listened, retrieving her clothes and pulling them quickly on. Behind her, Liam was dressing, the phone crooked between his shoulder and his ear.

  “Good girl, Jenna,” he said finally, grinning at the way Katie glared at his term of endearment. “Excellent way to stall them. I’ll be right down.”

  “Big business deal?” Katie asked, perched on the arm of the leather sofa, watching him pull on his suit coat.

  Liam quickly tied his tie. “Fitness Craze wants to merge with us. It will make us the largest health club chain in the country.”

  “And what do you have to do with it?” she wondered out loud

  “I own the company.”

  She gaped at him. “All of them? The whole chain?”

  Well, that explains the brand new Maserati.

  “I thought you were interested in my skills as a Dom, not in my money.” Liam came out from behind the desk, catching her around the waist and pulling her in close, using his other hand to restrain her wrists behind her back. Just that made her stomach do flips.

  “I am,” she insisted, looking up at him, hopeful. “Does this mean… are we… can we…?”

  He smiled at her hesitation, but didn’t help her out.

  “Are you going to train me?” she whispered.

  “What do you think I’ve been doing?” He laughed, shaking his head. “You don’t need the fancy joint and all the equipment you know. As a personal trainer, I could train anyone, anywhere, using anything. I can do the same as a Dom.”

  “Well don’t tell that to Fitness Craze.” She smiled, nuzzling her cheek against his chest, her heart soaring, but then she thought of something that hadn’t occurred to her before. “But… what about… do you have any other… you know… clients?”

  He frowned, lifting her chin so he could look into her eyes. “You’re not a client, Katie.”

  “No?”

  “No, you’re my…” He hesitated and she watched him struggle, waiting. “You’re my kitten.” He seemed satisfied with that, and so was she, and he embraced her tightly. “I guess this means my basement is all for you now. Starting tonight.”

  “Tonight?” Her eyes widened.

  “Oh yes.” Liam nodded, his smile grim. “You’re going to be punished for interrupting me at work when I told you to wait.”

  “Ohh…” Her ass clenched at the thought. She looked at him, considering. “You’re really going to do this… only with me? Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” He pressed his lips to her forehead and she felt his breath, warm and sweet. “Life doesn’t throw naked, crying submissives at my feet every day, you know.”

  She flushed. “So you knew from the beginning?”

  “I knew when I asked you to show me, that night in the car, and you did.” He caressed her cheek and she took his hand in hers, turning it over and kissing his palm, just like she had then.

  The knock on the door made them both jump.

  “Damnit.” He kissed her again, quickly this time, but hard. “My place. Tonight. The basement.”

  “But… I don’t know how much of a deterrent punishments are, really, to being a brat, when so far, the punishments have been so…” She sighed happily.

  He chuckled. “You’ll learn.”

  Liam let her go, striding to answer the door and as Katie watched him, she knew he was absolutely right.

  She’d always been a quick study.

  The End

  ABOUT SELENA KITT

  Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business. With half a million ebooks sold in 2011 alone, she is the cream-at-the-top of erotica!

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he devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She loves bellydancing and photography. She also loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of chewing gum and leather, and playing kitty cat.

  Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)

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