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through her body, “I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen. Clear?”

“Yes, Captain,” she managed breathlessly.

“You want to nail the bad guys, I get that, but you’re being ruled by your emotions, and that’s dangerous.”

Two hard slaps suddenly landed on the inside of her thighs. Yelping loudly and instinctively trying to close her legs, she strained against the cuffs.

“You almost got yourself captured, possibly even killed today,” he continued, delivering two more stinging slaps, eliciting a loud squeal. “If Emily hadn’t found you when she did, you wouldn’t be with me right now. Think about that, Elizabeth. You wouldn’t be with me right now,” he slowly repeated. “Let those words sink in.”

She cringed under his sharp rebuke.

There was no defense.

She was guilty as charged.

Following the footprints had been reckless.

Letting out a heavy sigh, she swallowed back her tears.

“Ah, I’m getting through to you,” he remarked, his voice unexpectedly kind. “You must be patient and calculating, like a predator watching its prey, stalking, scrutinizing, planning, watching and waiting for just the right moment to pounce.”

The image of a great cat crouched and ready to attack flashed through her head.

She nodded.

It was how she usually operated.

Cautious, crafty, and always on guard.

“You know that,” he continued, “but when revenge has you in its grip, rational thinking takes a back seat. You need to quiet those angry voices. They’re drowning out your logic, your cunning, and your most valuable asset, your instinct.”

His finger touched her clit.

“You know I’m right, don’t you, Elizabeth.”

“I do.”

“Elizabeth, call me Sir.”

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

“Working undercover you were operating as a free agent, making your own decisions, choosing what to do and when to do it. That’s not how it works here, not with me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, S-Sir,” she stammered, trying to wriggle against his rubbing finger.

“You must learn to take orders—and when I say take orders, I mean without question. I imagine you went head to head with Jim if you didn’t like something. Am I right?”

“Yes, Sir, I did.”

“Those days are over,” he declared, moving his hand from her pussy and landing another hard, stinging slap against her thigh. “Understood?”

“Ow, yes, Sir.”

“You can only be part of this operation if you follow my orders. The first time you don’t, you’re out. No second chances. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir, and thank you.”

She heard him take a breath. “For what?”

“Including me in your plans. I won’t let you down.”

“Don’t expect too much. Your involvement will be safe and minimal, but you don’t have to worry, I’ll keep you informed. Waiting and wondering is torturous. I won’t do that to you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

His finger suddenly pushed into her channel.

“You like following orders and being dominated,” he muttered, his lips suddenly at her ear. “You like a man being in charge, don’t you, Elizabeth? Tell the truth.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered. “It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“It’s hard to find.”

“Explain,” he demanded, plunging his finger in and out.

“Men, I push and they, uh, they back down,” she managed, though his salacious attention was making it difficult to focus.

“You pushed me on the yacht, and what happened, Elizabeth?”

“You spanked me, Sir.”

He withdrew his finger and began massaging her clit. “I will again, you know that, don’t you, Elizabeth?”

“Ooh, yes, Sir.”

His hands clutched her breasts.

As he ravenously sucked in her nipples, she longed to lift her chest and throw her arms around him, but she could only wiggle. But the frustrating bondage fed her arousal.

He suddenly fisted her hair. “Be still.”

His demand sent goosebumps popping across her skin.

His lips were on hers, fervently crushing her mouth as his tongue darted between her teeth. The all-consuming kiss seemed to reach into her soul, sweeping her into a whirlwind of fiery passion. She ached to tell him how much she needed his body pressed against hers, and his cock thrusting inside her. But more than anything, she longed to tell him how much she needed him in her life.

“I know,” he breathed…

* * *

You like her. You like her a lot.

Jack’s remark rattled through Scott’s brain.

He didn’t just like her.

He cared.

Deeply.

Hearing she’d been a second away from triggering a trip wire had made him reel.

He’d do anything to keep her out of harm’s way.

Anything.

But it wouldn’t be easy.

She was a platform diver.

An undercover DEA agent.

A risk taker and adrenalin junkie.

She was like him.

They were connected, and he’d just heard her silent yearning.

Leaving the bed and moving to his closet, he unlocked a black metal case, and returned with a thrusting, vibrating dildo. Placing it against her drenched passage, he pressed the remote control. The head began to thrust forward and buzz. As she let out a startled cry, he straddled her chest, leaned forward, and slid off the blindfold. Her eyes sparkled up at him.

“Open your mouth.”

She did as he said, but slowly, and licking her lips.

The simple act sent the blood rushing through his loins.

Grabbing his cock, he moved it slowly between her teeth into the warm, wet cavern. Her tongue danced deliciously against him. Suddenly wanting her fingers around him, he reached above her head and yanked on the rope. The slip knot gave.

“Hold me while I fuck your mouth.”

The cord still dangling from her wrists, she clasped his stiffened member.

Letting out a groan, he began to pump.

Her lips pursed around him with every downward stroke.

Only a few minutes passed before the intoxicating pleasure became overwhelming. He was about to slow down and hold back, but her fingers tightened, and her deep moans grew louder.

Suddenly, with a muffled shriek, her body shuddered.

His cock abruptly exploded, jerking violently as spasm after spasm sent exquisite sensations rippling through his body. Just when he thought he was about to pass out, the intense convulsions dissipated, then lapsed. Breathlessly pushing the dildo away from her pussy, he flopped beside her.

“Hey,” he panted, bringing her into his arms, “are you okay?”

“I… uh… I feel really close to you,” she whispered. “That might not be a good thing.”

“Me too,” he said softly, tightening his hold, “and it is. It’s a