Hot, Rich and Dominant 3 Collars and Dollars

Hot, Rich and Dominant, Volume 3 by Amy Valenti

Published by Amy Valenti, 2013.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. HOT, RICH AND DOMINANT 3 COLLARS AND DOLLARS

First edition. January 25, 2013. Copyright 2013 Amy Valenti.

Written by Amy Valenti.

HOT, RICH AND DOMINANT 3: COLLARS AND DOLLARS

Amy Valenti

Chapter One

Dear Diary, When I woke up this morning, it was on a bed in the corner of a private dungeon, with an incredibly attractive man stretched out next to me. Not just any man, but my new boss' son, heir to more cash than I could ever make in a hundred lifetimes. But that's not the hottest thing about him by a long shot even if he'd been as broke as I am, he'd still have captured my heart. He's considerate and funny and fantastic in bed, and only arrogant when he's

toying with me...I think. And last night he spanked and paddled and flogged me until I was dizzy (in a really good way), then made me orgasm over and over before he even thought about his own pleasure. Is this my life? I feel completely different to the person I was just a couple of days ago. I don't understand how something that's so taboo, so shocking to so many people can feel so good. I never thought I'd be into this, but it's more intense than anything else I've ever experienced. I'm kind of scared, though. They say that the higher you fly, the farther you fall. And I don't know how many different ways there are to fall from the

high I'm on right now...

My first thought when I woke up to find Marc Cassidy sleeping beside me was, I love my life. My second thought, as I moved to snuggle closer to him, was a little less optimistic. Ouch... That hurts. I had the feeling my ass was going to be a mass of bruises this morning. I'd always bruised easily, and yesterday was the first day I'd ever offered myself up as a willing targetfirst in Marc's office, then here in his mansion. I still couldn't believe I was in an actual dungeon. I'd always thought they

would be basement rooms with stone walls and the odd rat for effectmore like a medieval torture chamber, I guess. I'd never had occasion to think about kinky dungeons that much, and it had surprised me that Marc's was on the second floor of his mansion, and that it was downright classyand even contained a luxurious king-size bed. The bed we were in right now. As I shifted again, trying to ease the pressure on a bruised patch of skin, Marc stirred and pulled me closer, his lips curving, though his eyes remained shut. "Nell." My heart skipped. Even though this was my first time waking up with him, he remembered exactly whom he'd taken

to bed before he'd even opened his eyes. Maybe I was making a big deal out of nothing, but it seemed like a huge thing to me. "Morning," I said softly, and at the sound of my voice he roused himself from sleep enough for his eyelids to open. He gave me a warm, drowsy smile and a rush of desire pooled between my thighs. "Saturday morning. And you know what that means." I tried to think. Was there something obvious I was missing? I usually spent my Saturday mornings doing the housework I'd neglected during the week. Marc laughed, presumably at my

confusion. "It means I can keep you in bed until noon if I want to." "Hmmm..." I tried to feign innocence, which was pretty difficult when he was pressing his erection right against my naked hip. "I'm not sure I could sleep all the way until noon..." "Glad to hear it, since it'd be kinda creepy if you were asleep for what I have planned," he teased, and pulled my body flush with his as he kissed me. It started out as a languid brush of his lips against mine, then another, a little harder as a ripple of want travelled through my body. The third time, I flicked out my tongue to meet his halfway, and he dragged me on top of him with a low growl into my mouth.

My senses spun as I pressed as close as I could, sliding my body over his until he could grind his hard cock against my clit. I gasped into the kiss as he cupped and squeezed my bruised ass cheeks, and he broke off to murmur, "Sorry. Forgot you'd be tender today." "It's okay, Sir." It was the first time I'd called him that since our scene had ended the night before, and he tensed slightly with the awareness of what I was giving him permission to do. He squeezed my ass again, just a little, and when I rocked against his erection something in him seemed to give up resisting. He reached over to the nightstand, and I bit back a purr as he brought my beautiful new play collar

back into my line of sight. "Is this what you want, Eleanor?" "That's a start, Sir." I tilted my hips against his again, relishing the pressure of his hard-on against my hot, needy pussy. His lips twitched, and he gave my ass a light swat. "Sit up." I did, straddling him with my clit pressed against his shaft, and tried not to wriggle too much, though I desperately wanted to. Marc sat up with me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back a little, and for a couple of seconds I was powerless to move, held captive in his grip. Then he murmured against my throat, "I want you facing the opposite way,"

and released me. My limbs and breathing both shook a little while I did as he asked. As I moved, Marc positioned himself with his back against the headboard, and when I sat down on his thighs again, his rigid cock nestled in the crease between my ass cheeks before pressing against the small of my back. "Hold your hair out of the way," he ordered quietly, and I did, closing my eyes as he slipped the collar around my neck and tightened the buckle at my nape. From the collar, he moved his hands down and around to my breasts, cupping one in each warm palm. "Let go of your hair now, Eleanor, but keep it to one

side. I want access to this beautiful neck of yours." I allowed him to pull me back against his chest as I lowered my arms. "Thank you, Sir." Marc nuzzled my ear. "Oh, I haven't even started yet." He rolled my nipples between his fingertips, gently at first. I knew what those fingers could do by now and tensed for the pain I anticipated would be coming at any moment. Not that I wasn't looking forward to it, but it was an instinctual response. "Calm down, Eleanor. You seem to be under the impression that I can't be gentle." I took a deep breath and relaxed as

much as I could, letting the warmth of Marc's skin and his light caresses of my breasts soothe me. Before I knew it, we were breathing in synchad I matched my breathing to his, or had it been the other way around? "That's it, beautiful." His voice vibrated through his chest, against my spine, and his gentle strokes over and around my nipples slowly drove me crazy. I began to rock my hips almost without realising it, craving pressure on my clit, the sensation of Marc's thick cock sliding deep inside me. At the moment, he was still hard against my tailbone, and I could tell my writhing was having an effect on him, too. "Sir?"

"Hmmm?" He didn't pause for a second. "Can I touch you?" Marc kissed my neck before responding. "No." I hadn't been expecting that answer, and the whimper I let out was completely accidental. "Why not, Sir?" His lips curved against my skin. He's enjoying this! "Because you only want to provoke me into losing control so I'll give you the fucking you're so desperate for. Am I right?" My squirming in his lap was agitating my bruises a little, but it was just the right amount of pain to enhance the pleasure. I pressed back harder against his cock, deciding that if he had

me so figured out, I might as well own up to it. "Yes, Sir." Marc chuckled. "You have a lot to learn about submission, and it won't all feel this good. Enjoy it while you can." I bit my lip and nodded, letting my head fall back against his shoulder. My frustration built as he kept his touches light and teasing, never dipping down to find my throbbing clit. At one point he slid his hand down just below my navel, but when I moaned with anticipation he returned his caress to my nipple. "Sir" "No talking, Eleanor." His voice carried an edge to it now. The message was clearstop pushing my luck, or he'd stop touching me.

If he didn't get me off soon, I was going to explode or something. I dug my fingers into the bedcovers and resolved to keep quiet. By the time he delved between my pussy lips, I was halfway out of my mind. As he slipped his fingers through the slick wetness and circled my clit with a deft touch, I cried out sharply, bucking my hips to try to generate as much friction as I could. "Fuck me, you're wet," he growled in my ear, pressing down more firmly and making me gasp. If I'd been able to breathe at that moment, I would have told him I'd gladly fuck himbut it was just as well I couldn't get the words out , since I

wasn't allowed to speak. "I don't know if I should let you have my cock," he said, positioning a fingertip right at my entrance, then pushing in a fraction of an inch. I moaned and tilted my hips, trying to drive him deeper inside. It was futile, and I almost sobbed. "But then, why shouldn't I take what I want?" he added, almost to himself. "If I fuck you, Eleanor, will you promise not to come until I give you permission?" After my screw-up the night before I wasn't sure I could obey, but I wanted him so badly that I would have agreed to anything at that moment. I nodded emphatically. "Good girl." Marc took hold of my

hips, indicating that I should kneel up for a moment. Unsteadily, I did, and he trailed his lips over my back before telling me, "Lower yourself down on me, then." I gave an appreciative purr as I looked down between my legs and saw Marc had one hand wrapped around his cock, holding it ready for me to sink down on. My pussy clenched in anticipation at the sight, and I forced myself to relax as I descended enough that the head of his impressive erection rested against my entrance. Marc exhaled hard as I took him inside me a little way, and I tightened my inner muscles around his cock, trying to provoke him. He dug his fingers into my

waist and slammed me down the rest of the way, startling a cry from my lips that almost drowned out his groan. For a moment we stayed still, adjusting to the sensation of being joined once again. I didn't think it would ever get oldthat heady combination of his collar around my neck and his cock in my pussy. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and took a deep, shuddering breath against my neck, as if he were trying to maintain a grip on his own sanity. Please take me, Sir... I wasn't permitted to say the words, but my body language must have said it all, because he loosened his grip around my middle and bucked his hips,

encouraging me to start moving. Finally! I began to ride him, trying to keep a steady pace, knowing that no matter how close I got to orgasm, without Marc's permission I wasn't allowed to come. Once I'd set the rhythm, he joined in, thrusting up as I drove down. Facing away from him, I couldn't see his reactions, but the angle was perfect for hitting my G-spot every time. Liquid fire built between my labia, and soon I was wound tighter than clockwork, my muscles trembling. I can't hold off any longer. I can't... I tried to ignore the desperate thought. Last night I'd inadvertently come without permissionI couldn't do the same thing again. Half sobbing, I tried to slow the

pace, to take some of the pressure off, but it was too little, too late. I was too far gone now, and at any moment I was going to lose control completely "Let it go, Eleanor. Come now." Yes! Oh, fuck, yes... I cried out with relief and release as my pussy spasmed hard around his shaft. Over and over, waves of ecstasy flooded through my body, and all coherent thought blanked out entirely, leaving me drifting on delicious aftershocks. Marc held me tightly as he followed me into oblivion, and I sagged against him, trembling and sated, while my mind slowly relearned how to function. A few breathless moments passed before Marc rolled me off his lap onto

the mattress. Still dazed, I lay there panting, trying to pull fragments of thoughts into some kind of sensible order. He lay down, then pulled me back into his arms, and I burrowed as close as I could get, smiling against his chest. "Talk to me," he said softly after a minute or two. I love you, Sir. I bit back the words and scrambled for something else to say. "I... My brain is mush." Though I wasn't looking at him, I could hear the smile in his voice. "I take it that's a good thing?" He really doesn't have a clue how he makes me feel, does he? "Definitely."

We lay together quietly for a while, recovering. Then Marc pulled away a little, tilting up my chin so he could get a good look at me. Melting at the affection in his gaze, I smiled at him. "Ready to get up yet? As I recall, last night you were asking if anyone else lives here. Thought you might want to meet them." Part of me wanted to snuggle under the blankets and go back to sleep, wrapped in his arms...but now I was curious. Who else occupied this sprawling mansion with Marc? And would they approve of me? "Sure...but do you mind if I shower first, Sir? I get the feeling I have spectacular bed-hair right now. Not a

great way to make a first impression."

Chapter Two
Grinning, Marc got out of bed and stretched, unashamed of his nakedness. His muscles shifted just beneath the skin of his arms and back, causing a ripplelike effect that set me off drooling again. I also noticed I'd left one or two nailmarks in his firm buttocks during last night's sexual escapades, which brought my attention back to my own bruised ass. Marc held out his hand for me to take, and when he pulled me up and into his arms againhis warm, bare skin against mine setting off a chain reaction that made my post-orgasmic body forget it was satisfiedI almost begged him to come back under the covers with me.

His knowing look told me he was perfectly aware of what I wanted. "Come on, beautiful." In the en suite attached to the dungeon, he switched on the shower before turning his attention to me. "Have you taken a look yet?" His gentle caress of my ass made it perfectly clear what he was talking about. I shook my head, glancing in the mirror that was beginning to fog up in the corners as steam built in the room. I'd wanted to look last night, but at the same time I'd been kinda scared to do it. It would have made everything real. From where I was standing, I could only see my reflection from my navel up the bathroom counter obscured the

rest of me. Marc solved that problem by lifting me off the ground. Gasping at the unexpected motion, I grabbed his shoulders and wound my legs around his hips instinctively, then shivered as it dawned on me just what position we were now in. Oh, god, he's getting hard again... "Look at your reflection," he murmured in my ear. I looked over my shoulder and exhaled shakily. "Wow." The bruises weren't continuous or laid out in any kind of patternmore like uneven patches and specks of purple and green here and therebut I was pretty sure that last night I'd been a deep shade of red to go with the contusions

that remained. Even eight or nine hours later, the bruising was vivid enough to take my breath away. "Not bad for your first spanking," Marc said, and held me for a few moments more before sitting me on the bathroom counter. On the bruises. "Ouch," I said, more for emphasis than out of reflex. He smiled, still gazing over my shoulder at the parts of my ass that were visible in my reflection. I did the same, having to look more closely now that the mirror was almost completely fogged up. "You took all that pain for me..." he said, skimming his fingers over one bruise to the right of my tailbone, while

tugging lightly on my collar with the other hand. "And you looked fucking amazing doing it. I'm so proud of you, Eleanor." I wasn't sure how to answer him, still mesmerised by the marks that seemed almost like badges of honour now. He saved me from having to come up with anything by closing his mouth around one of my nipples, taking me completely by surprise. All I managed was a startled, "Mmm..." Then my body registered his technique, and I squirmed against the counter, leaning my weight back on my hands and my head against the steamy mirror as he flicked his tongue expertly, then bit down just a little.

"Please..." "I'm not psychic," he teased, rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb. "You're gonna have to be more specific." I groaned, searching desperately for the words. "I want you, Sir." The look in his eyes went from amused to sadistically so. "I'm right here." Even though he'd drawn out our last encounter, he was going to make me say it? I didn't think I could take another second of playing around. If he wanted me begging for him, I could live with that, just as long as it got me what I craved. Leaning forward, I whispered in his

ear, "I need you to fuck me, Sir. Right here, right now. Hard and fast, until" I broke off with a gasp as he ran his hand over my labia, brushing over my clit and pushing down just hard enough to make my legs quiver on either side of his waist. "Don't stop now, Eleanor. Until what?" Heat rose to my cheeks until they were almost as hot as my needy pussy. "Until I come so hard around your cock that it drives you out of your mind" That was all Marc needed to hear. He drove deep into me, sheathing himself entirely, then began to take me just as I'd describedwith hard, rapid thrusts that set my entire body alight. I braced myself against the counter and

pushed against him wherever I could, relishing the desperation of his movements, the knowledge that it was me who'd pushed him to this state of animal hunger. I bit back a cry and he ground out, "Don't keep it in. Let me hear you." "Oh, now you want me to talk, Sir?" Even though I was this breathless, I couldn't resist the teasing. He delivered a firm slap to my thigh as a reprimand, and I gasped, shocked and aroused at the same time. "God, that's hot..." Marc did it again, not slowing the pace of his thrusts even a little. The sting only enhanced the burn of pleasure in my pussy, and I moaned. "Harder, Sir?"

I didn't know whether it was his growl or the slap that accompanied it that tipped me over the edge into an overwhelming orgasm. All I knew was that I was coming, every pulse of my climax squeezing my pussy tight around his thick, steel-hard cock. He mumbled a curse against my neck, his frenzied pace lapsing into slower, shakier movements as he took his own pleasure from my shuddering body. "Fuck, yes," I gasped, my world still spinning. Marc clutched the counter for support as though his legs were shaking as much as mine were. I held him as tightly as I could, hoping it would help somehow.

Breathless, he took off my collar and set it aside, then urged me down off the counter. Together we stumbled over to the oversized shower cubicle. The water had been running this whole time, and was good and hot by now. I stepped under the spray and realised that the shower head was wider than most, streaming water down on both Marc and me without either of us being left out in the cold. We showered without speaking, letting our hands and lips do the talking for us. He washed my hair and rinsed it out with a touch that seemed almost tender. I massaged soap suds over his back and watched appreciatively as they ran down his gorgeous ass. Wow, he

looked amazing wetbut after the two glorious orgasms I'd taken already, I was too tired for more than our affectionate touches and light kisses. Marc seemed to feel the same. Once we were both thoroughly clean and relaxed, Marc shut off the shower, then wrapped me in a warm, navy blue towel before I had a chance to get cold. I snuggled into the fluffy fabric and moved aside so he could dry off too. Then the obvious hit me. "Uh, Marc?" He looked over with raised eyebrows. "What am I gonna wear to meet your friends?" I should have thought of this earlier.

Last night I'd gone to dinner with Marc wearing a gorgeousbut shortdress and more importantly, no panties. That meant that today I was either destined to be underwearless once again, or I'd have to wear something of Marc's. He grinned over at me. "None of the people you're about to meet would bat an eyelid if I took you downstairs wearing just a collar." "Over my dead body," I retorted, my stubborn streak beginning to resurface. Oops. Not exactly submissive language. "Sir," I added belatedly, and he bit back a smile. "That won't be necessary," he said, and beckoned for me to follow him back into the dungeon.

Marc headed over to the door out into the corridor, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, and I hung back. "Stay here if you'd be more comfortable that way," he told me. With a glance behind him, he headed out into the hallway and shut the door. Alone once more, I studied the pile of clothing we'd discarded last night. Picking up Marc's shirt, I slipped my arms into the sleeves and closed the soft fabric around my body protectively. The material reached down to my mid thighs if there was nothing else I could wear, at least I wouldn't be flashing anyone if they walked in to find me like this. After a few minutes, I buttoned the shirt up for good measure and began to

rummage in the bathroom for a comb or brush to tame my wet hair. I found a brush with a very paddle-like back, which I suspected had never been used as an actual brush, and managed to make myself slightly more presentable. I was still devoid of makeup, but that wasn't a must. After brushing my teeth with the toothbrush he'd found for me last night, I ventured back out into the dungeon, and stopped when I realised Marc had returned. He was casually dressed in blue jeans and a black shirt that flattered him very much. They were obviously designer brands, and made him look even more tempting than he did in a suit. "Hey."

He turned from the cabinet he'd been putting something into, and his expression turned slightly predatory when he realised what I was wearing. "That's a good look for you. Sure I can't tempt you to stay like that for a while longer?" I glanced down. "What, in your shirt?" He closed the distance between us and ran his hands down my sides, studying me intently. "You really have no idea what it does to a guy when he sees his woman wearing one of his shirts?" I shrugged. "Nope." He kissed me gently, then stepped backseemingly with an effort. "I could

tell you, but if I get started we'll end up back in bed, in exactly the same state as we started. But hold that thought." While I tried to suppress a smile, he turned to pick up a bundle of clothing from the top of the spanking horse he'd put me over last night. "These should be about your size. Let me know if anything's too uncomfortable to wear, and we'll improvise." I eyed the jeans and T-shirt a little dubiously. "And you just happened to have women's clothing lying around because...?" The thought that he might keep clothing around for women of all shapes and sizes, just in case he had one of them stay over, was a silly one, but he was

heir to a ton of cashwhat did I know about how people like that lived? "Because," Marc said, drawing my attention back to him, "I live with four women and a couple of them are about your size." His expression told me he knew exactly what I was thinking, and he didn't appreciate it. "Sorry," I murmured, and took the clothing from him. He began to turn away, and I grabbed his arm. "I mean it, Marc. I don't even know what I was thinking. I guess this is all just...a little out of the realm of my experience." His eyes softened, and he nodded, then pressed a kiss to my temple. "Get dressed before I lose control and tie you up."

Smiling, I headed over to the bed and pulled Marc's shirt over my head, then turned my attention to the clothing on the pile. As I began to shimmy on the pair of comfortable lace-and-cotton panties, I heard his breath catch and looked over my shoulder to find him eyeing me appreciatively. I grinned and continued dressing, giving my ass a wiggle I hoped was seductive as I pulled up the panties, then making sure I was bent over just enough to give him an eyeful when I pulled on the jeans. I turned to the side as I shrugged into the shirt, making sure he could get a good look at my breasts in profile. "Tease," Marc accused affectionately as I joined him on the

other side of the dungeon, and he pulled me into his arms. His erection was hard against my stomach, and I'd given a little sigh before I realised it. "Want me to take care of that, Sir?" I asked, and ran my hand over the ridge in his jeans. "Later." Firmly he took my hand, and opened the door to the dungeon as if removing the temptation to let me have my wicked way. "Collar on or off to go downstairs?" I thought about it, but if I let him put it on me I was going to jump his bones, and as much as I could go for round three, I also wanted food of some kind. "Off for now? Not that I don't want it on... I just think we need to get out of this

room before clothes start coming off again." Marc took my hand and tugged me to the dungeon threshold. "I can promise you thiswe'll be back later."

Chapter Three
We walked back down the corridor we'd come up last night, and I laughed as I noticed a large ginger cat sitting on a table at the end of the hallway, completely undermining all of the splendour around us. "You have a cat?" "Not just one." He gave the cat a scratch under the chin on his way past, then stopped so I could make a giant fuss of it. "That's Sentinel. He likes to keep watch." Reluctantly, I left the purring ginger furball where he was and we moved on. "I never took you as a pet guy. Or if I did, I would have guessed dogs." "So I could obedience train them?" I

nodded sheepishly, and he laughed as we began to descend the stairs. "Like I told you last night, I like my subs spirited... and I don't take pets into the bedroom." Remembering a conversation I'd had with a kinky friend about her boyfriend, who'd liked her to act like a dog in the bedroom, I began, "So you don't ever ask your subs to...?" "No." I exhaled with exaggerated relief. "Thank god. Really not my thing." "Noted," Marc said. I glanced over at him and could have sworn he was filing the information away in some kind of mental vault. We reached a door on the ground

floor with muffled laughter coming from behind it, and stopped. "Ready?" Nervously, I nodded, and he gave me a peck on the lips, then a longer kiss. "They're not that scary, trust me." Nodding again, I let him open the door and lead me into what turned out to be a kitchenbigger than any other kitchen I'd ever seen, but a kitchen nevertheless. There were so many people in the room that I was momentarily overwhelmed. "Morning," Marc said, drawing attention to us, and everyone turned to look curiously at me. After a second of quiet, a petite redhead came forward and hugged Marc then me, with no regard for any kind

of protocol that would have indicated that an introduction might have been better first. "I'm so excited! You brought a girl home!" "This is Nell, everyone." Marc took care of the introductions belatedly. "Nell, the woman who just lunged at you is Anna." Anna grinned and returned to her seat at the breakfast bar. A brunette girl with glasses was sitting next to her, and observed me shyly, lifting a hand. "That's Marti, Anna's girlfriend." I waved back. "Then there's Dmitri and Helen they're a coupleand Dylan and Joy, also a couple." Everyone greeted me except for

Dmitri, who looked a little uncomfortable but just waved. Helen explained, "He's got laryngitis at the moment." Marc shook his head. "Don't worry she knows." "Oh." For a second, Helen was a little surprised. "Well, in that case, his throat is perfectly fine but he's under a vow of silence today, aren't you, sweetie?" She tugged on Dmitri's earlobe and he nodded, shooting me a comical look that communicated more than words ever could have. Despite my nerves, I couldn't help but giggle. "Have you guys all eaten?" Marc asked.

Judging from the faint scent of bacon lingering in the air, I was pretty sure the answer was 'yes'. Dylan confirmed it. "We were gonna wait for you, but then Marti told us you brought someone home last night and we figured you'd...sleep in a little." "Uh-huh." Marc turned to me. "Pancakes sound good to you?" My stomach grumbled and I nodded. "You're gonna cook? Do you want me to help?" Please say no. He leaned close enough so that what he said was for my ears only. "You haven't earned that punishment yet. I can handle itgo sit down." Blushing a little, I made a beeline for the nearest seata comfy-looking chair

near the windowand tried not to look too awkward. I didn't know these people... What was I supposed to say to them? "So, Nell," Anna said, coming to sit nearby and fixing me with a curious look. "How long have you known Marc?" "A few days." It wasn't until the words left my lips that I realised how they sounded. God, they must think I'm such a fast lay! Which I guess I am... "Oh, so that explains it," Joy said smugly, watching Marc move around the kitchen. "I thought you were a little distracted when you came home on...Wednesday, wasn't it? I knew there was something up with you."

Wednesday? That had been my first day at the Cassidy Corporation, Marc's father's company. Marc was vicepresident and I'd inadvertently insulted him on my first day. Two days later yesterdayhe'd taken me up to his office and things had gotten out of control. Today I was having breakfast with his friends. This was all moving so fast. "Don't worry," Anna told me conspiratorially. "He doesn't do this a lot. In fact, you're the first girl he's brought home in...god, I can't even remember. A year?" "Maybe a little more," Helen chimed in. "Nell, you may have realised these

good people love to gossip," Marc told me. "I'm getting that," I said, beginning to feel a little more comfortable. Information like this was gold. "So how long have you all been living here?" While Marc cooked, and I tried my hardest to pretend I wasn't finding the concept of him cooking way too erotic, the others filled me in on the situation in the house. Each of the couples lived in a separate section of the mansion. Some did little chores for Marc here and there to earn their keep, since they had no other way of contributingnot that Marc demanded it, but it made them feel better about living there rent-free. Helen and Dylan had been Marc's

friends since business schoolwhich his father had insisted he attend, apparently. "Could we not talk about my father?" There was a slight edge to Marc's tone. "Sorry." Helen shut up, and for a few seconds a lull fell on the room, which was beginning to smell wonderfully of made-from-scratch pancakes. I'd already known Marc had issues with his father, but he really didn't seem like the type to let himself be pushed into a career he hadn't chosen. What was the story there? I wanted to ask, but really, how long had I known Marc? Not long enough to pry. The conversation picked up again as a Siamese cat I hadn't noticed jumped

down from the top of a kitchen cupboard. It landed, conveniently, next to the large plate Marc had piled the first few pancakes onto, at the exact moment his back was turned. I rushed to intervene as it became clear the food was about to be taste-tested. The cat yowled in surprise when I scooped it up, then twisted and hissed, swiping a paw out at my face. Only as pain scored down my neck did I realise this cat was nowhere near as friendly as Sentinel. Dmitri's warning was just a moment too late. "Don't" I lost my grip on the antagonised feline and it landed neatly on its feet, then tore off under the table with a skitter of paws. In the same instant, Marc

pulled me towards him, his face concerned. "Did she get you?" "Amber was going for the pancakes," Joy said, disapproval in her tone. "Again." "Joy's not a cat-lover," Helen explained. She ducked her head to check under the table, but that was all I registered before Marc slid his hand over my jaw and tilted my head to one side. His touch was gentle, but electric, and as soon as I looked up into his eyes I was captivated. How was it possible I'd managed to find a man as breathtaking as this? He examined the scratch on my neck, but then his attention shifted to my lips, my eyes, my lips again...and the moment

stretched on a little longer than it should have. Belatedly, he murmured, "It's not too badalready stopped bleeding." A whisper from behind me broke into my consciousness, and I stepped back, blushing, as I remembered how many people were in the room besides us. "Show's over, guys," Marc said pointedly. I turned to find the rest of them alternating between giving each other significant looks and grinning at me. "Am I missing something?" I asked no one in particular, as Marc went back to preparing breakfast. Marti shook her head. "We're just happy for Marc. And you, of course."

"How about a mini play party tonight?" Dylan suggested. "I'd definitely be up for that, since someone just broke his vow of silence and needs correction," Helen said. Dmitri gave a theatrical wince, but remained quiet. "Oh, no...that doesn't seem fair. He was trying to stop me from getting hurt," I protested, since he couldn't. Dmitri gave me a slight smile in thanks. Helen sighed good-naturedly and ruffled her sub's hair. "I know. I just like to scare him. So how about it, Nell?" "Me?" I looked from her to Marc and back as the significance of the words 'play' and 'party' in direct relation to each other sank in. "Oh, I, um"

"Give us a few weeks, Helen. She's new to kink." Marc didn't look up from the pancake batter he was pouring into the skillet. Helen cocked her head to the side. "How new?" "Yesterday afternoon new," I said. Oops. Now they know that not only did I sleep with Marc a couple of days after meeting him, but I also let him do kinky things to me during work hours. Way to go, Nell! "Hmm," was all Helen said, though she gave me an amused sideways glance. "So many fun things still to discover wish I was new again," Dylan said. "So what do you guys have planned for tonight?"

Marc turned over a pancake, then looked sideways at me. "Haven't decided yet. Are you free, Nell?" If I hadn't been, I would have been rearranging my plans pretty damn quickly. As long as Marc wanted me by his side, I was therebarring any emergency calls from friends or family, of course. "I'm free." "Then we'll figure something out." Sliding a final pancake onto the plate to one side of him, he turned off the burner. "Let's eat." Most of the kitchen gathering dispersed at that point, Marti and Anna taking Amber the Siamese tigress with them and Helen towing Dmitri off by the hair. Joy and Dylan remained, sipping

cups of coffee, and as I poured syrup over my pancakes I wondered which of them was the Dominant in their relationship. The food was deliciousI couldn't remember the last time anyone had made pancakes from scratch for me. "A businessman, a cook and a Domis there anything you can't do?" "He can't sing," Dylan confided. "And don't ask him to do DIY," Joy put in. "Thanks, guys." Marc rolled his eyes, then grinned at me. "See what I have to put up with?" "I can't do either of those things, either," I told him. "Though occasionally I do try to sing. Just don't creep up on me

in the shower and you'll never have to hear it." Obviously thinking back to our shower earlier, Marc raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I want to hear it." I flushed and concentrated on my pancakes. "Is that your phone?" Dylan asked Joy, out of the blue. I listened, and could faintly hear the sound of vibrations. Marc swallowed a bite of food and shook his head, digging his phone out of his back pocket. "It's mine." After a glance at the caller ID, he grimaced. "It's my father. I'll be right back, Nell." Answering the call with a terse, "Hello?" he headed towards the kitchen door.

By the time he'd finished and returned, I'd finished my breakfast and Dylan was loading up the dishwasher with breakfast plates. Joy raised her eyebrow. "What did Daddy Dearest want on a Saturday morning?" Marc scowled and sat back down beside me. "What he always wants. For me to do something he should be doing instead." He took my hand, obviously making an effort to wipe the irritation from his demeanour. "I have to go to an indie movie awards ceremony tonight. It's not quite the Oscars, but it's fairly high profile. If I could get out of it I would, but CassidyCorp is sponsoring the damn thing and if one of us doesn't turn up, it'll look bad. My father has

other plans, which he wouldn't elaborate on." Disappointment seeped into my bloodstream, but I tried not to show it. "It's okay. I'll head back home as soon as you need me gone" He shook his head, effectively silencing me. "I was hoping you wanted to be my plus one." I blinked. Dinner with him was one thing, but to appear on his arm at an event where people would take note of Marc's presence? That was way more of a big deal. "Seriously?" "Yes or no, Nell?" It wasn't quite the night of forbidden sensuality I'd been conjuring up in my mind, but I wasn't going to turn it down.

"Sure." The rest of the residual annoyance from his phone call seemed to fade, and he gave me a heart-melting smile. "I was hoping you'd say that." "Not to sound like a broken record," I said tentatively, "but what am I gonna wear?"

Chapter Four
As it turned out, Dylan was the go-to guy for clothing for awards ceremonies. He grabbed his laptop and motioned for me to sit with him while Marc made some arrangements for transport and other necessities. "How do you know so much about women's clothes?" I asked him, prompting a snort from Joy from across the room. "I'm a concept artist for video games," he explained. "I have to come up with characters' outfits, amongst many other things. I've done a lot of research." "And he looks damn fine in a tutu," Joy put in.

"Really?" I asked, amused. "It was once. I was drunk. It was a dare, and I've never lived it down." Sighing melodramatically, Dylan brought up a webpage. "Don't look at the prices, look at the dresses." I couldn't help itit was a habit. I took in the price of the top listing and winced. "Oh, I can't!" "Yes, you can." "This costs more than two months' rent." I buried my head in my hands. "I'm starting to think Marc should be with someone as rich as he is." "Bullshit," Dylan said. "This is nothing to him, and he doesn't care how much money you have or don't have. It's pretty clear to me that you're not out for

his wallet, and he seems happier around you than he's been in a long time. Now, look." I tried to ignore the four- and fivefigure price tags down the side of the page and concentrate on the beautiful evening gowns he was showing me. "These are amazing. I don't even know what to pick." Joy leaned over my shoulder and watched me scroll down the page. "That one." I gazed at the long, slinky midnight blue-and-silver number she'd pointed out. "Think I could pull it off?" "I know you could. Dyl?" Dylan studied me, then the dress, and nodded. "And it's one of a kind, so no

one will be wearing the same thing. Though why you women are so hung up on that, I have no idea. Men go to these things looking identical." "If you have to ask, you wouldn't get it," I told him, and took a final, admiring look at the dress, trying again to ignore the extortionate price tag. "Are you sure Marc doesn't mind me spending so much? I could find something nice for a tenth of that price...but then, I don't want to show him up..." Joy put a firm hand on my shoulder. "Honey, just buy the dress. He'll consider it money well spent and probably rip it to pieces trying to get you out of it later." My face heated, but I couldn't deny I

really liked the sound of that. "Okay. Thanks." "Now, what about shoes?"

As it turned out, the arrangements didn't take very long. Joy offered to pick up my purchases from the exclusive boutique on her way back from her lunchtime yoga class, so Marc and I took the opportunity to snuggle up on the couch in front of a giant TV screen and watch a movie. A horror movie, of course, since we'd discovered we had that in common the night before. We decided on a classic, Psycho, one that I knew almost by heart and had

no real need to concentrate on. Marc obviously knew it as well as I did. A few minutes into the movie, unable to resist, I slid my hand under his shirt and swept my thumb in an arc over his warm skin. He laughed softly. "Wandering hands already?" "Oh, you picked Psycho because you really wanted to watch it?" I asked innocently. "You got me." He slipped his hand up under my shirt in retaliation, finding my nipple easily and rolling it between his fingers. I sighed and arched into the touch, nuzzling his neck. "Are you gonna do this at the awards ceremony, too?" Marc kissed me, sending heat

flowing throughout my body to collect between my thighs. "No," he murmured when our lips parted. "But maybe I'll put my hand up under your skirt and tease your sweet little clit." For emphasis, he pulled me onto his lap, then worked his fingers between my legs, rubbing the seam of my jeans against my hotspot. "You'd have to stay very still and quiet so no one knew what I was doing to you." "Mmm..." I melted against him, rocking slightly against his fingers and rubbing my palm over the growing bulge in his pants. His next kiss was more urgent, almost beginning on a gasp, and I fumbled with the button at his waistband as I submitted to his lips.

Once I'd dragged down his zipper and freed his hot, erect cock, I slid out of his embrace and knelt between his legs. Taking his shaft in hand, I licked my way around the slick head before flicking my tongue against the sensitive point just below. "Fuck," Marc breathed, and entangled his fingers in my hair, pushing it back from my face to get a better view. I'd fantasised about it so many times over the past few days, even begged him to let me, but this was the first time I was getting to suck his cock. I wanted it to last, wanted to show him what I could do. As I took him farther and farther into my mouth, I hummed my pleasure and almost giggled when he tensed and groaned, thrusting up as much as I'd let

him. I loved it when he was in control, but ever since the first time he'd taken me, I'd wanted to watch him lose himself, to let me distract him from every care he had and to dismantle his defences with my lips and tongue. I gazed up into his face as I sucked him, noting the hunger and restrained need in his expression, moaning again when he let his head fall back and closed his eyes, giving in to me. Yes... How far could I take him in? It had been a while since I'd deep-throated anyone, but I was willing to try. Gradually I worked his cock all the way to the back of my mouth, letting my tongue feather over his skin, then took in

a breath and opened my throat. The urge to gag passed quickly, and the way he gazed down at me, almost stunned with desire, sent a powerful jolt of arousal through me. I moaned again, and he gave a husky cry in response, his cock jerking in my mouth. "God, yes..." I drew back enough that I could catch my breath, and kissed his cock as I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down far enough that I could get my hand comfortably into my panties. Then I took him deep again, swirling my tongue before relaxing my throat and letting the entirety of his length in. "Fuck yourself for me, Nell," he ground out, giving a gentle thrust into my mouth, and I hummed in pleasure as I

coated my fingers with my slippery juices, then rubbed them over my aching clit. "God," he groaned, grabbing my head, then forcing himself to release it. "You have no idea how badly I want to fuck your mouth right now." I plunged the fingers of one hand deep into my pussy and whimpered around his cock, gyrating against my own touch desperately. Drawing back enough to give myself room to breathe, I gazed up at Marc. "Let me try to take it. Sir." His cock twitched in my hand in response, and before he could say yes or no I took him back into my throat, pressing down hard against my clit and

letting the vibrations of my moans titillate him still further. "I should punish you for giving me orders, Eleanor," he growled, tugging on my hair, and I cried out in response, fingering myself harder, rubbing my thumb over my clit with every thrust. At last, I was his Eleanor againcollar or not. I hadn't realised how much I'd craved it, despite my longing to control his pleasure. It was a million times hotter when he was the one calling the shots. He gave a few light, slow thrusts into my throat, then pulled my head out of his lap completely, giving me time to catch my breath again. "Are you ready?" "Yes, Sir," I whispered, squeezing

my thighs together and relishing the pounding of my pulse through my sensitive pussy. "If you can't take it, hold up your hands," he ordered, then eased my head down slowly. I sucked and licked my way down his cock, taking him all the way down to the base, pressing my lips against the base of his cock as I swallowed around him. He pulled me partway up again, then down a little faster, then up again, beginning to take my mouth carefully. I relaxed and let him take control, breathing when I could, moving at his silent command, gripping his thighs to steady myself and making soft noises of pleasure to nudge him towards the edge.

His thrusts increased until I thought I couldn't take it anymore, but just as I was about to hold up my hands in surrender he came with a groan, spilling himself down my throat with a few deep, hard thrusts. When he withdrew enough, I gasped for air, laying my cheek against his thighs and trying to regain my composure. The need for oxygen was pressing, but my sense of accomplishment was almost as great. Breathing hard, Marc stroked my hair. "Good girl... Come up here." I crawled back onto his lap, my jeans still pulled down to the tops of my thighs, and after tucking his cock away he pulled my pants and underwear off

completely. "Fuck, you're so wet. Put your legs up on each side of my head and let me reward you, Eleanor." It was an awkward position to manoeuvre into, but by hooking my knees over the back of the couch I could hold myself in place, with my head between his knees and my pussy in front of his face. He licked the juices from my swollen labia first, then flicked his tongue over my perineum before travelling slowly up my slit, all the way to my clit. The anticipation was almost too much, but when he finally got there I cried out with relief, trying to coax him to lick harder. He took his time, breathing against my pussy rather than drawing away for

air, keeping his lips and tongue in constant motion with kisses and licks and swirls that drove me out of my mind. When he finally brought me over the edge, I practically screamed, shuddering with pleasure as the tension crested, then ebbed gradually. Suddenly boneless, I stopped trying to hold myself in position, and Marc caught me and gathered me into his arms before I could slither to the floor. "You're sexy with your head between my legs," he told me. "Ditto," I gasped. "And to answer your question before you ask it, I'm pretty sure we can't do that at the awards ceremony." "You haven't seen the dress I'm

wearing yet. You might change your mind, Sir."

Chapter Five
"You really weren't kidding about that dress, were you?" I reached the bottom stair carefully, holding the hem of the beautiful, midnight blue silk creation I was wearing clear of my feet. "I take it you approve?" Marc swept me into his arms, his eyes dark with lust. "I'm not sure that's a strong enough word." For a moment, he pressed against me, but just as I felt his body beginning to really react, he released me. "Hold up a second. Before we leave, I'm going to have to make sure the whole place knows you're mine. Otherwise there could be a riot."

Rolling my eyes at the overstatement, I waited while he dug inside his jacket pocket. He looked stunning in a tux, and I wasn't usually a tux kinda girl. Okay, so it helped that I knew exactly what he looked like underneath the outfit, but still... When he pulled out a jewellery box, my heart skipped. I couldn't deny that I liked shiny trinkets, even though I was a little worried that whatever was in that box cost more than my salary for a year. Knowing what I already did about Marc, I wouldn't have put it past him. "Don't look so worried," he told me, giving me a lopsided smile. "It's a little too big for an engagement ring." I hadn't even thought about that, but

now my imagination was running away with me. After two days, I was wondering what it'd be like to be married to this guy, to wake up with him every day, to share every part of his life, to know his secrets. Flustered, I turned away. "I just don't know how I could ever repay you for everything you've bought for me already... The dresses, the fancy meal..." He cupped my cheek, turned me to face him. "Nell, please. Don't let this become an issue. I don't want to lose you because you're worried about how much I'm spending." I chanced a look into his eyes, shocked to see he was entirely serious. I almost thought I could see pain in his

expression, and wanted to ask what had happened to put it there. But this wasn't the time. We had to go. Slowly, I nodded. "Okay." He held up the box, and I took it, trying to keep my hands steady. When I opened it, the gasp that tore from my mouth was completely involuntary. "This is..." When I just trailed off and gawped like some kind of fish, Marc took the box from me and pulled out the delicate silver collar from inside. The rest of the vanilla world would see it as a choker and nothing more, given as a token of affection, but I knew better. It was a collar of silver vines and leaves, something I'd have expected an elven

queen to wear, if elven queens had existed. "Since my cat marred that lovely neck of yours earlier, it's only fair that I should cover the scratch up." I shivered when he fastened it around my throat and let his touch linger against the back of my neck. The silver was cool, but I knew it would soon warm with my body heat. It was so light I wondered if I'd even be able to feel it when the metal's temperature matched my skin's. "It's gorgeous. Thank you so much." I turned and kissed him briefly, then whispered against his lips, "I love it, Sir." The predatory look I'd expected was

there, but behind that his expression carried a softness I hadn't expected. "You're welcome, Eleanor." He brushed his thumb against the collar, then gave me a light kiss that left me craving more. "Time to go."

Our seats were in the front row of the old theatre the awards ceremony was being held in, and it seemed to take forever for us to get there. Every three steps, someone seemed to have something vitally important to say to Marc, and I'd been able to tell from the moment we'd gotten out of the limo that he was tense.

I'd seen my fair share of indie movies, and vaguely recognised a few people we passed on the red carpet. The press covering the event weren't as aggressive as the tabloid paparazzi. There was the occasional call for a photographluckily not for Marc and mebut there was no one A-list here. Things were pretty sedate, by red carpet standards. After the red carpet came the reception area, where I tried to catch my breath and blink the spots from my eyes. God knew how big-name celebrities managed to see straight, with all the flash photography going off around them! Marc chatted to this person and that one, steering us as swiftly as he could

towards the interior of the building. I just made it my job to stand there and smile, and to have my hand kissed by a couple of the more admiring gentlemen we stopped for. Marc introduced me as 'Nell' for the most part, and as his date when elaboration was called for. I hadn't expected him to call me his girlfriend, and definitely not his submissive, so I wasn't too put out, but I sensed him watching me as we cut through the crowd, as if checking I wasn't sulking. I gave him a smile to reassure him, and his relieved expression was priceless. Exactly what had his past dates expected him to introduce them as after only one night together?

The going was slow, and things began to get tedious. It helped to admire the amazing outfits some of the other women were wearing. I was still smitten with my own dress, but a few of the gowns I noticed were outrageously glitzy. Not my style, but definitely fun to look at. I also noticed a few jealous gazes settle on me, though whether it was because of my dress or the man on my arm, I had no idea. Any time someone caught my eye, I gave them a sweet smile and transferred my attention elsewhere. When we finally reached our seats, we let out simultaneous sighs of relief and exchanged smiles. "God, I hate these things," he murmured in my ear.

"I could tell." I squeezed his hand. "So, do we get popcorn?" "I wish." We'd eaten a quick meal before we'd left, which Dmitri had prepared for all of us. I'd asked if Helen had made him cook as punishment for breaking his vow of silence, but he'd assured me without words that he enjoyed cooking. I was beginning to wonder if I was the only person in the world who hated it. I'd eaten less than I usually would have due to nerves, and Marc had seemed distracted during dinner, too. "We could get pizza on the way back?" I suggested. "That's the best idea I've heard all night, and I've heard a lot of ideas since

we got here." I laughed and settled down in my seat. It was obviously going to be a while until everyone was in their allocated places, so I decided to relax for as long as I could. It was incredible how at ease Marc could make me feel, even in a place like this with semifamous people and movie critics and rich bigwigs all around us. "So, do you have to get up and make a speech? Are you presenting an award?" "No, thank god. If this were a charity function I'd probably have to, but since there are more important people than me here I'm off the hook. We just get to plaster CassidyCorp banners all over the place."

There was a big one at one side of the stage. "You go out for the evening, and you still can't escape the office," I joked. "Maybe I should pitch you a few marketing ideas while I'm here. Think your dad will pay me overtime?" Marc raised an eyebrow. "Now the truth comes out. My dad's paying you to spend time with me, isn't he?" "Yup. I get extra for the bruises," I whispered back, and he turned to gaze at the stage, his lips twitching with the urge to smile. Emotion surged through mewhen had I last been so carefree around a date? So able to laugh? I'd been nervous around him at first, and when he turned on the Dom act he could still make me

tremble, but there was nothing volatile about his usual personality, no need to constantly keep me on the defensive. I hadn't experienced that in a long while if ever. "Marc?" He glanced over at me, and his focus intensified. Maybe my expression was giving me away. I hoped that wasn't a bad thing. "Thanks for making me your plus one." He could take it as a euphemism if he wanted to, or at face value. I left it up to him. He brushed his thumb over my wrist, the caress giving me goosebumps. "I'll remind you that you said that a year down the line, when you're as sick of

being invited to these things as I am." A year? I opened my mouth, then closed it again as the house lights dimmed and loud music began, cutting off all possibility of a hushed conversation. Marc squeezed my hand again, then turned his attention towards the stage, leaving me glowing inside.

I hadn't seen most of the movies that had been nominated for tonight's awards, but some of them sounded interesting, and I resolved to check them out in the future. When the lights went up at the end of the night, I was surprised at how

quickly the time had passed. Marc caught my expression and smiled, pulling me to my feet. "They're not all this interesting, trust me." We began to make our way to the exit, but it proved as long a process as getting into the theatre had been. I desperately needed to visit the ladies' room, so excused myself from Marc and navigated my way towards the bathrooms. It was significantly easier moving around when I didn't have a sought-after sponsor on my arm, and I was able to slip into a quiet corridor to make the journey even faster. Once I'd freshened up, I started back the way I'd come, only to meet Marc halfway. "Heyhow did you get away?"

Without replying, Marc grabbed me and pulled me into an alcove, out of sight. Pinned to the wall by his gorgeous body, I blinked up at him, and he laid a finger over my lips, smiling slightly. As lust tingled through my skin, a voice said, "I could have sworn I saw Marc Cassidy come this way. Hmm. Never mind." Footsteps retreated, and Marc let out a sigh of relief I was sure was only slightly exaggerated. Amused, I took a breath to speak, but Marc cut me off with a slow but demanding kiss, sliding his hand over the curve of my breast to rub my nipple into a hard, sensitive peak. I let my eyes flutter closed and leaned my head back against the wall,

giving in to his advances without a fight. After a long moment, he drew back from the kiss but still kept me pinned in place. Opening my eyes, I asked, "I thought you wanted to get out of here?" "No, I want to stay here until the place empties out a little." He shifted slightly, and I wriggled against him when I felt the hardness of his cock against my abdomen. "That okay with you, Eleanor?" "What if someone finds...?" I trailed off, then shook my head. "Forget it, I don't even care." Slipping my arms around his neck, I kissed him again. With a soft half-laugh into my mouth, he tightened his arms around my waist and took my mouth with his tongue. I

stood on tiptoe to push my clit against his erection, sighing when he pushed against me even harder. When he tugged down the gauzy material covering one of my breasts and trailed his lips down to take my nipple between his teeth, I gave a half startled cry. "Oh, my god, Sir..." He smoothed his tongue over the lightly bitten nub, then stood straight to nuzzle my earlobe, cupping the naked flesh of my breast in his warm palm. "Something wrong?" The whole idea of being partially naked in a public hallway was wrong, yet oh so wonderfully right at the same time. "I'm just not used to wanting to be an exhibitionist, Sir." He nipped my earlobe with a growl

of approval. "I'm going to fuck you right here, where anyone could find us at any moment, and you're going to love it, Eleanor. Aren't you?" I took stock of my spiralling emotions, of my pulse pounding between my thighs, of my hyperawareness of our surroundings and the way I craved his every touch. I wanted him too much to protest. Helplessly, I whispered, "Yes..." He kissed me with a hunger so intense that it made my knees weak. I moaned against his lips, attempting to wrap a leg around his waist, but hindered by my expensive gown. Marc returned his tongue to my hard nipple as he gathered a handful of the sumptuous

cloth, pulling up my skirt enough to press his cock against my sheer panties. My heart skipped a beat at the whirr of his zipper, and I reached down to take his thick length in my hand. Marc rubbed his fingers over my clit through my underwear, his breath coming heavier as I began to stroke him; down, then up again. As if his self control had snapped, he tugged my panties to one side and slid his fingers between my thighs, exploring my slick, overheated flesh. "You really weren't kidding, huh? Beg for my cock, Eleanor." I pressed against his fingertips, anxious for more, my hand faltering against his rigid shaft as I tried to stay on

my feet. He tormented me with his fingers for long, risky moments, and even though I knew someone could find us, I couldn't help but relish every touch he offered as I whispered pleas against his neck. The sensation of him pushing inside me was almost enough to take me over the edge, but the pleasure was joined by alarm at the sound of voices in the distance. We froze, staring at each other, trying to figure out if we were safe or not. My heart pounded with a combination of terror and arousal. The moment I realised the noise was fading into the distance, I clutched Marc's shoulders and wrapped both legs around his waist, desperate for friction,

for release, for relief. "Please, Sir...take me now" He didn't need any more encouragement, slamming me up against the wall and driving deep into me, then pulling almost all the way out before pressing in again. All I could do was hold on, rolling my hips to meet his thrusts, gasping and trembling and biting back the urge to cry out his name as his surges became almost violent. When I finally fell over the edge, every pulse of my release forced a low, husky cry from my throat. Marc seemed too close to his own climax to quiet me; he pounded into me a final few times, then groaned his satisfaction into my shoulder, grinding me back against the

wall as his body shook. Slowly, he allowed me to slide down the wall onto my feet, and I let the wall support me, struggling for breath. Marc raised his head from my shoulder to kiss me, hard but briefly. "You're a very bad girl, Eleanor, you know that?" "Thank you, Sir." He gave my thigh a light swat, then withdrew from me reluctantly. As we straightened ourselves up, I bit my lip. "Shit, how many people heard that?" "Let me worry about that." Tugging my collar gently to remind me who was in control, Marc looked me over and smirked. "Not that I'm complaining, but you look like your Dom has just fucked

you up against a wall." I grimaced and patted my updoit was in ruins. I was going to need a mirror. "Can you wait five minutes while I head back to the bathroom?" He gave me another swift kiss, then nodded. "Hurry back, Eleanor." On shaky legs, I returned to the restroom and tried to salvage my hair. That was the only major taskmy lipstick was gone, my lips kiss-swollen, and my dress slightly rumpled, but it could have been worse. After reapplying lipstick and shaking out my hair, then twisting and pinning it back into submissionno pun intendedI gave myself a final once-over and returned to his side.

"It's so tempting to muss you up again," he murmured as we headed back towards the reception area. "When we get home, Sir, you can do anything you want." Marc arched an eyebrow in my direction. "You might regret saying that, sub of mine." Before we could discuss it further, we reached the almost dispersed crowd and were accosted by yet another associate of Marc's. While he clicked back into work mode, I looked around for anyone who might have heard too much during our frenzied encounter. No one was giving me an overly knowing or disgusted stare, so maybe we were safe. Just as we approached our limo, a

female voice called out, "Marc!" His eyebrows rose when he pinpointed the source of the voice, and I followed his gaze to a casually-dressed woman across the street. She obviously hadn't been part of the awards night, but Marc seemed to know her. "Get in the limo where it's warmer," he told me, and kissed my cheek. "I'll be a minute." Curious and a little concerned, I slid into the oversized vehicle and watched through the tinted window as Marc jogged over to talk to the woman. She was tall and blonde, with an air of sophistication about her even though she was in jeans rather than the finery I'd seen all around me tonight. She and

Marc spoke animatedly, and as the minutes went by my imagination began to run away with me. Was she an old girlfriend of his? Or worsea former sub? God, Nell, quit being a jealous bitch. You're having the time of your life with this guy and he hasn't done anything to make you not trust him. She could be anyone. After what seemed like an eternity, Marc pulled the woman into a hug, then started back across the street, calling something back over his shoulder in farewell. She smiled and walked off down the street, shaking her head. Marc joined me in the limo. "Sorry about that. Want to order pizza in, or go

someplace to eat?" We decided to order inmostly because I just knew I'd get pizza sauce on my priceless dress if I tried to eat something while wearing itand after asking the chauffeur to take us back to the mansion, Marc sat back in his seat. "You okay?" I thought about it. Was I? Apart from my silly, insecure weirdness about the Mystery Blondewhich I so wasn't going to bother him withI was pretty sure I was. "I'll be better out of this dress. I love it, but I'm terrified I'm gonna rip it or something. I'm surprised I haven't already." Marc watched me for a moment, as if weighing up whether there was

something I wasn't telling him, then gave me a slow smile. "I'll be better when you're out of the dress, too." I couldn't help the shiver of desire that coursed through me. "You're insatiable." "You don't even know the meaning of the word yet, Eleanor." **** Dear Diary, This whole thing with Marc just keeps spiralling further out of my control. This is only my second night with him, and already he's bought me beautiful things I can never hope to repay him for, made me feel like the most cherished girl in the world, introduced me to his friends, taken me

to heaven and back more times than I can count... I get the feeling there's more than I can put my finger on with him, though both in terms of things with his father, and with the woman he was speaking to tonight. Am I looking for flaws in his character where there are none? Am I trying to sabotage this wonderful bond that's growing between us? I'm worried, and I probably shouldn't be. Maybe I'll feel better about it all tomorrow. Damn it, I hate love. I'm not the jealous type, but with Marc I seem to have gotten really possessive, really fast. I just need to keep calm and trust him with my emotions as much as I

trust him with my body. He hasn't done anything wrong. But why didn't he tell me who the woman across the street was, or call her over and introduce us?

Keep an eye out for Hot, Rich and Dominant 4Making a Scene...Coming soon!

Did you love Hot, Rich and Dominant 3 - Collars and Dollars? Then you should read Model Submissive by Amy Valenti!

Isabelle is tall, gorgeous, kinky...and flat broke. Shes been laid off from her job, and her self-confidence has suffered along with her bank balance. Once a cool, collected Domme accustomed to subs falling at her feet, now shes barely able to afford the local kink clubs cover charge. When the gorgeous new bartender at Rack and Ruin, Luke, offers to pay her to be a model for his friends clothing line, Izzy jumps at the chance to play dress-up and pose for pictures. Posing for Luke becomes one of the biggest fetishes Izzy has ever had, and she struggles with the new feelings coursing through her. Can she recover her dominant side to seduce him into

more intimate photography sessions, and if she can, will she find herself submitting more than shed planned? This book is 30,000 words approx. Read more at Amy Valentis site.

Also by Amy Valenti

Hot, Rich and Dominant Hot, Rich and Dominant Hot, Rich and Dominant 2 - Learning Curve Hot, Rich and Dominant 3 - Collars and Dollars Rack and Ruin Little Tease Model Submissive Standalone Secretly Submissive Cornered

Watch for more at Amy Valentis site.

About the Author

Amy Valenti is a tarnished tease, and her mind has lived in the gutter since the day she realised what sex was. She hails from England, which she doesnt find quite as exotic and sexy as the average US citizen seems to, but if people want to compliment her on her accent, thats all fine with her! Her muses are many, fickle and very demanding. She has a degree in creative writing and currently works as a proofreader/editor. In her free time, she reads, writes and plays videogames. On the rare occasions she doesnt have a laptop on her knee, she loves to curl up with friends and pets and chocolate

for TV show and movie marathons. You can find Amy on Twitter @AmyValenti - or on Facebook facebook.com/AmyValentiErotica. Read more at Amy Valentis site.

Table of Contents
Cover Page Copyright Page HOT, RICH AND DOMINANT 3: COLLARS AND DOLLARS Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Keep an eye out for Hot, Rich and Dominant 4Making a Scene...Coming soon! Further Reading: Model Submissive Also By Amy Valenti About the Author