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  Her heart sank as she opened the message and read that he wanted to see her in his office immediately. Anxiety quelled the heat between her legs. Jason Stone was handsome and he knew it, an attitude that manifested as an unfortunate habit of leering at attractive women. With Selena he’d taken it a step further, actually copping a feel once in the supply closet. She’d been bent over trying to rummage through the mish-mash of mailing supplies at the bottom of the cabinet when he’d come up behind her, jostling her backside. At first she thought he’d bumped into her accidentally. She’d straightened up, startled. He’d then put his hands on her hips and pulled her against him, whispering in her ear, “You look lovely today, my dear.”

  She’d fled, but not before he had groped her rear. Ever since then, she’d done her best to stay far, far away from her boss, but he seemed just as determined to get closer. For the six months she’d worked at Klas Enterprises, she’d been in hiding; coming to meetings late where she sat by the door and then leaving them early before he could pin her down. If she heard him anywhere near her office, she went to the bathroom.

  But she couldn’t ignore a direct summons. He would just come down and get her.

  Her heart pounding in her chest, Selena snatched up a pen and pad of paper and then made her way to Jason’s office. Being the IT Director, he was on the executive floor of the ten story office building. The pearls did their best to work their magic in her core, but she was incapable of responding at the moment. With a wry smile, she thought, My boss is a real libido killer. Hopefully, she would be in and out of his office and could spend the rest of her day in her cubicle, pretending to work while she daydreamed about Khan.

  At the threshold of his office, she knocked on the open door to announce her arrival. “You wanted to see me?”

  “Ah, Selena. I missed you this morning.” He greeted her with a smile. Some would say he was handsome with his sandy blond hair and blue eyes, but Selena knew the core underneath was rotten.

  Jason gestured to a seat in front of his glass and chrome desk. “Please, have a seat.”

  She walked over to the chair and sat, her knees pressed tightly together. Jason came out to perch on the edge of the desk, his foot touching hers.

  She shifted in her seat, changing her position to justify moving her foot away from his. “Sorry. I was a little late.”

  “I noticed. I looked for you and you were nowhere to be found.” The familiar leer that Selena so loathed crossed his face, marring his attractive features.

  My boss, my stalker, she thought to herself. In this economy that’s not necessarily a deal breaker. She sighed. “It sounds like I missed a big meeting?”

  He nodded and crossed his arms. “Our CEO has stepped down effective immediately.”

  She raised her eyebrows. Klas Enterprises had been dealing with some rumors the last few weeks that the CEO was on his way out. Not because sales were bad, but rather because he’d racked up one too many drinking and driving offenses. “Oh wow. Have they named the new CEO yet?”

  Jason stood a little straighter and smiled. “I’m on the short list.”

  “Congratulations.”

  “Thank you.” He leaned down until their faces were inches apart, placing a hand on each arm rest, which effectively trapped her in the chair. “I have big plans for you, Selena. You’re coming with me straight to the top.” He came closer and Selena realized with horror that he was going to kiss her.

  Her mind raced through a myriad of possibilities to counter his unwanted advance and settled on faking a sneeze. A big, wet sneeze that sprayed her boss right in the face.

  He jumped back just as she’d intended, wiping his face with his hand. “Whoa. You okay?”

  Selena stood as soon as she had the room to do so and nodded. “Yes, sorry. I must be catching a cold.” She sneezed again for effect and backed toward the door, panicking when he followed her. “Let me know how I can help.”

  She had her fingers wrapped around the doorknob and was in the process of twisting it when Jason came up behind her and put a hand on the door countering her efforts. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her around to face him, his dark eyes burning into hers. She resisted him, trying to pull free, but his grip only tightened in response, clamping around her delicate wrist until she winced with pain.

  “You’re hurting me,” she said as calmly as she could. Her heart hammered in her chest, though, with a combination of fear and anxiety.

  His eyes narrowed and he squeezed her even harder. “I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us. You’re too beautiful for me to let you go.”

  “Is that why you hired me?” She couldn’t hide her irritation with the idea.

  “Beauty and brains.” He smiled and released her. “A killer combination.”

  Her notebook and pen fell to the floor, forgotten as she rubbed her wrist. “My work has nothing to do with how I look.”

  “I’m the one who decides that. After all, I’m the boss.” He came in close. Once again, she feared he was about to kiss her, but he stopped short, his breath hot on her cheek, and then opened the door instead. “And Selena, it’s not just about how you look, it’s about what you do.” His expression was knowing and that awful leer was back, twisting his handsome features into a loathsome visage. “Your performance has not met expectations. Something to keep in mind.”

  Selena bit her lip and snatched up her notebook and pen off the floor.Wielding her notebook like a shield, she edged around him and out the door, uncomfortably aware of his eyes following her as she made her way to the elevator bank. Once she was safely inside the elevator, she collapsed against the wall, shaking. Her breath came in short gasps as she processed everything that had just happened. Back in her office, she quickly plowed through the work that required immediate attention and then notified her co-workers she was going home sick.

  Klas Enterprises had a pretty lenient leave policy so no one hassled her about leaving, although she knew it would open her to further attention from her boss. At the moment, however, she didn’t care. She just wanted to escape and think over her options.

  On the way home, her thoughts raced. I could go to HR, but if he’s about to become CEO, that may not get me far. I guess I’ll update my résumé and start sending it out again. Her stomach sank at the prospect of running the interview gauntlet again. It had taken her almost nine months to find her job at Klas even with her impeccable qualifications. Now, thanks to Nick, she probably wouldn’t pass a credit check anymore.

  Stopping at the grocery store distracted her as she tried to figure out what a demon would eat for dinner. She filled the cart with a few different wines and an assortment of food. A strange peace settled over her as she prepared for the evening ahead and the drama of the workday faded in the wake of her anticipation. Her attention no longer divided amongst competing priorities, she once again became aware of the pearls tormenting her from within. A wet heat seeped from her core as her belly clenched. She shivered remembering her first night with Khan, the way he had taken her to satisfaction over and over again. He had said he was a virtuoso and that was no lie.

  ***

  She had barely a half hour before full dark by the time she pulled into her driveway. Moving fast, she put away the groceries in record time, stripped off her clothes and took a shower. Naked, she padded into her living room and sank into the position Khan had told her to assume. The pearls twisted inside her, tweaking her walls with little pinches as the gap between each luminescent pearl caught her flesh. The sensation was tiny as a pin-prick, but she shivered each time, remembering his words. Even when he wasn’t there, he consumed her and she loved it.

  She’d always wanted this, she realized. For the first time, she was grateful for her failed relationship with Nick. Their love making had always been tepid at best. He wasn’t alpha enough to command her pleasure like Khan did. Now that she’d had a taste of her deepest, darkest desires, she knew there was no going back. She would never be the same,
and more importantly, she didn’t want to be.

  At full dark, the locket began to steam and her demon lover appeared in a cloud of smoke.

  “Selena,” his voice was a dark caress and his tawny gaze roamed over her body, pausing for a long moment at the nexus of her legs. Selena squirmed under his examination, imagining what a sight she must be, naked with the round pearls dangling from her nether lips. She felt deliciously naughty and in dire need of a good punishment.

  “Sir,” she said, breathless. In her chest, her heart awakened with a palpable start as if it had been slumbering until that moment.

  He walked around her, examining her from every angle, his eyes gleaming gold. A light finger ran down her spine and then nestled between her rear cheeks. “Tonight, this is mine.”

  She licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.” There was a quaver to her voice that belied her nerves.

  He took her hand to help her to her feet, but stopped as she cringed. “What is it? What’s wrong?” Concern furrowed his brow.

  She tried to pull away, but his grip didn’t give an inch.“Nothing. I just hurt my wrist.”

  He lifted her arm and examined it. “There’s a bruise.”

  “There is?” She peered down, and, sure enough, dark purple streaks circled her wrist.

  “What happened?”

  She blinked, wondering how much to tell him.

  He took her hand back in his and resumed his inspection. Flipping her hand, palm up, he said, “These look like finger marks. Who did this to you and why?”

  Before she could stop herself, the whole story tumbled out in a big rush. By the time she was done, tears glistened in her eyes and Khan’s jaw was clenched.

  “You are mine,” he said, his voice almost a roar. “How dare he touch you!” Frustrated, he paced the room. “I would tear him limb from limb.”

  Selena watched him with wide eyes. “I don’t think that’s necessary.” But, she admitted to herself, it sounds good when he says it. For a powerful man like Kahn to have her back made her feel protected. Plus, the idea of Jason meeting a less than pleasant comeuppance had a certain amount of appeal.

  “You’re being too nice, Selena. Men like him take nice as an invitation. Have you told him no?”

  She shook her head. “I’ve just tried to stay away from him as much as possible.”

  “He won’t stop until you stop him.”

  She gave him a helpless look. “How am I supposed to do that? He’s my boss.”

  “He’ll be more than that at this rate,” Khan growled. “You play with fire, my pet, and it will burn you.”

  She fell silent, stunned at the ferocity of Khan’s response to the situation and his frank assessment.

  He put a hand on each shoulder and shook her gently.“Promise me, you’ll stand up for yourself. Directly tell him no and to leave you alone.”

  “Do you think that will really make him stop?” she whispered.

  “If you say it right.”

  She took a deep breath. “Well, I know this much for sure, I didn’t come home to talk about him. I’m here to be with you. We only have two nights left. Let’s not waste them.”

  He pulled her close, his hands skimming the curves of her body. “I would protect you if I could, Selena. I want you to know that, but I’m bound to the locket.”

  “I know.” She rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his strength along her body. The dichotomy between the two men filled her mind. Both were powerful men, but couldn’t be more different from each other. Her boss wielded his power with malicious intent, his desires selfish. Khan used his to her satisfaction...he could bruise her and she would love every second. “Is there...is there a way for you to be free?” she asked.

  He shrugged. “I’m not permitted to speak of it.”

  “Would you want me to try?” she offered.

  “Every moment you are with me, under my hands and taken by me is a step in the right direction.” He kissed her. “There’s nothing more you can do but submit to me in every way.”

  She sighed as he bent her over the armchair in her living room. “You make it sound so easy.”

  “Do I? It would be a lie then.” As if to prove the point, he showed her a large black dildo, another toy magically conjured from thin air. Spreading her rear cheeks, he worked some lube into her with a warm finger and then pushed the cold, smooth head of the dildo against her back entrance.

  She grimaced as the rubber pushed insistently against her tight sphincter. Inch by inch Khan worked it into her, forcing her body to yield. She had no choice but to open for him. The submission gave her a little head rush and wetness gathered between her legs.

  “You may stand now.”

  She straightened up and took a few tentative steps, unsure as to how she felt. The dildo was lodged deep inside her, giving her a sensation of fullness and grinding against the pearls. Desire surged through her, hot and ready to burst.

  “You were very tight. Has any man taken you this way?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He smiled in open delight. “I will be the first to show you this pleasure.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You have wine?” At her nod, he said, “Go pour for us both.”

  Selena opened the wine and filled two glassed. To complement the vino, she quickly washed some grapes and cubed some cheese. Maybe Khan didn’t need to eat, but she needed some fuel to get through their night together. Every movement she made emphasized the dildo filling her ass and the pearls at her core. A sticky wetness gathered on her inner thighs, her desire spilling out.

  He was in the living room, sitting on the black leather couch and rapidly surfing through the cable channels, the sound on mute. Selena set the wine down on the coffee table and went back for the grapes.

  “I’m not hungry.” He waved his hand.

  “Sorry, Sir, but I haven’t eaten since breakfast.” She sank to the floor, instinct telling her that she would not be welcome to sit on the couch without invitation.

  He picked up a grape, rolling it between his fingers. “If you do not care for yourself, you do not care for me.”

  She opened her mouth to respond, but he thrust the grape between her lips. Before she could chew and swallow another grape was pushed into her mouth. He fed her like that for several minutes, filling her mouth before it was empty. Selena rushed to chew what he gave her and in no time she’d eaten all the fruit and cheese.

  “You will eat tomorrow, understood?” His voice was stern, his gaze dark. “Do not come to me hungry for anything other than my touch on your sweet flesh.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Now drink your wine.” He handed her the glass.

  When her glass was empty, he motioned her up. Instead of sitting on the couch however, as she expected, he pulled her over his lap, her stomach across his knees, her head hanging down toward the floor. Selena gave a little shriek of panic and Khan chuckled in response.

  His warm hands massaged her cheeks and stroked the backs of her thighs. A finger went to her slick center and stirred the pearls there, making her whimper.

  “You have obeyed me, yet displeased me all the same. A punishment is in order, I think.” He gave her backside a gentle smack. “Perhaps then you will take care of yourself properly.”

  Khan pulled the dildo buried in her back passage half out and then shoved it back in with such force that she gasped. He then pinched her cheeks with sharp twists that made her wince. There was a pause where he stopped touching her and sat with her on his lap in silence. Selena gave a little wiggle of her hips hoping to prompt him to speak. Yet he kept her waiting.

  Time stretched and just when the tension of it became unbearable, his hand came crashing down on her with no warning. The sting of the slap left her breathless. She couldn’t even moan, she was so stunned. The smack rang through her body, quivering from her ass to her belly and down to her knees. Another followed the first and she grunted with its impact. A few more and her eyes were burning w
ith tears. Her ass throbbed. It seemed like all the heat in her body had concentrated itself in her backside, until she was cold everywhere else.

  And then he did something unexpected, he slipped a finger between her wet nether lips, stroking the sensitive nub there. It swelled at his touch, twitching with excitement at the stimulation. Selena’s hips bounced, her pubic mound rubbing against his hard thigh.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she managed to gasp out. No matter how fast she breathed, there just wasn’t enough air.

  A finger pushed into her wet passage, pressing the pearls into the sides of her slick passage, intensifying their bite. Another finger soon followed and he stretched them open and shut, testing the limits of her flesh. Selena moaned as he pressed against her walls to massage the dildo in her rectum.

  Catching the pearls on his finger, he withdrew, pulling the necklace after him. The round pearls slipped out of her with soft yet palpable thumps. He tossed them on the floor and then crammed his fingers back inside her. First one, then two and three and an impossible four. Once again he scissored them open and shut, forcing her open.

  “I should be doing this in your ass.” He reached deeper, his fingers stroking a spot that was so sensitive, Selena reared up in surprise. “But then I couldn’t play with this.”

  Her stomach bottomed out as if pleasure were a roller coaster in free fall. This must be my g-spot, she said to herself. Her eyes fluttered closed as sensation claimed her, raging like a wild fire through her nervous system. Very quickly, with just his fingers, he turned her into a raw nerve of need. Her hips circled, her toes pushing against the floor so that her ass rose in the air. The muscles of her legs flexed and shook.

  He stopped and made to withdraw his hand. She mewled. “Sir, please.”

  “You want to come?” Khan pushed his fingers back in place, but did not move them, which made her hips bounce in frustration.

  “Yes Sir. Oh, please.” She wasn’t too proud to beg.

  “And if I said no?” He moved his fingers a tiny little bit. Enough to remind her, yet give no relief.