I asked the waiter to have my car brought around to the back. I paid the check and we ducked out through the kitchen like mobsters.

The door to the car isn’t even closed before I hit the glass partition and we’re tearing into each other like animals. I have no idea how I find the strength not to rip the damn dress off her the second we’re alone. But I still have plans for Lucy. Instead, I settle for dragging her up to straddle my lap.

She’s wild, tearing at my shirt, grinding her hips and pussy onto my hard-on through our clothes. Incredibly, the friction is almost enough to make me feel like I’m going to come before I even get inside her. To distract her—and myself—I take her wrists in my hands and hold her hands behind her back.

Which might just backfire. The spark of challenge in her eyes when I hold her back almost ignites us both. Without a word, she lifts up, clamping her thighs tighter on either side of mine, arching her back, offering herself to me. The draped fabric drops off her shoulder and, the way she’s arching up, the fabric just keeps sliding further and further down to the very edge of her breast. I only have my mouth and teeth to urge it to fall the rest of the way, which is more than enough. Lucy goes crazy, pushing her nipple into my mouth, the rest of her grinding down harder, faster.

She bucks and I switch to her other breast, biting her nipple through the fabric. She bucks and tries to slide down off me, but I won’t have it. I let go of her wrists to grab her ass and keep her planted right where she is, my cock surging up so she can feel how hard I am. Hands free, she’s back to tearing at me, only this time, her hands homing in to my belt buckle between us, tugging and pulling. When I don’t let her slide down or away, she bucks again in frustration.

“Let me,” she says against my mouth, in between nips and kisses. “Let me touch you. Let me—“

She can’t finish the thought because I’m tasting her mouth again. Her neck, her nipple.

“Let you what, Lucy?” I tease her, loving the whimpers and moans she makes when the words stop making sense.

She pulls back, the look on her face hungry and naked. Her mouth opens and I know she’s about to say something hot and absolutely filthy, but we both feel the car ease to a stop. We’re at my building, and I only have a few seconds to slide her off my lap and help her re-drape the dress before the driver comes back to open the door.

The night air is crisp and cool when we step out. Lucy peers up at the high-rise and I have to fight the urge to throw her up against the nearest pillar and fuck her there. Instead, I slide my hand to the small of her back and urge her to my private elevator.

I pull her to me again when the doors close, anxious to keep going. She kisses me back with the same heat from the car, but she’s clinging, rather than climbing me. To my surprise, I realize Lucy suddenly seems nervous.

The elevator doors open on a private entrance directly to the penthouse apartment. Lights are programmed to blink on low when we step in. I stand back and watch Lucy step into my apartment for the first time. As my assistant, she has a key to my place, but I realize she hasn’t had any reason to visit or stop here since she started working for me. I know it’s an impressive first look. The entire far wall of the penthouse is glass, opening out on a view of the city that rivals even my office—but that’s the only thing that speaks bachelor pad in my place. I’m not a black leather and glass kind of guy, preferring deep heavy woods and stone.

Lucy is drawn to the view, just as I was when I first bought the apartment. She walks to the glass, peering out, a sexy, dark silhouette against the lights and the night sky.

As a good host, I should show her around, make her feel at home. And I do fully intend to give her a tour of the whole place. I just can’t promise she won’t be flat on her back through most of it.

Lucy turns to me. She has a silk wrap around her shoulders. As I get close, she lets it flutter from her shoulders and fall to the floor.

“Do you want a drink, Lucy?” I say the words with no intention of bringing her anything until I take what I want. She doesn’t move as I stalk to her.

She shakes her head and I move in tight and close, trapping her body between mine and the glass. She doesn’t hesitate, that initial nervousness now gone. I don’t kiss her, just press close, pushing her back so she has to widen her stance, her shoulders blades pressed to the glass as she uses the leverage to press her hips into mine. Her hands come up to my neck and try to pull me down to her, but now that I have her here, with no chance of interruption, I’m going to take my time.

I let her pull me close, but I move to her neck instead, skimming her skin. I flick my tongue out lightly, and I feel her arch and almost purr. The sweet, spicy scent of her perfume has been in my head all night.

The perfume is hers, but everything else on her body tonight is from me. Terribly ungenerous of me, but I’m pretty sure it’s time to take it all back.

She protests when I pull away and press her back to make her stay against the glass. When she tries to follow, I spin her around and take her hands into my wrists again. Pressing my erection to her ass, I bring her hands up and press her palms forward on the glass. She stays pressed there, but arches her back against me, shimmying a little so that my cock is aligned perfectly with her ass.

“Stay here,” I whisper into her ear and step back. She tenses, but obeys. The lines of her legs are long, her lower back arched out. I slide to my knees for a brief moment and press my face to the soft notch between her cheeks. That gorgeous taught ass is pressed to my face, my mouth at her opening. Lucy presses against the glass, shimmying back again. She gives a tiny shriek and moan when I push away, but she stays where I left her.

Still kneeling, I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh and tease her pussy with my fingertips. Her slit is dripping, the wetness between her thighs slick. But I have a little more in mind.

“Hike the dress up, Lucy. Over your hips.”

Lucy tries to see me over her shoulder, but I stop her before she can turn.

“No. Stay where you are. Just hike it up. Show me your legs and that tight little ass.”

She hesitates a very short second and then her hands slide back. Inch by inch, she drags the edge of the dress up past her hips, exposing thigh high stockings and a black silk thong. Without letting her move, I drag her thong panties to the side and, leaning up on my knees, I nudge and nuzzle my face firmly between her pussy and her ass. Lucy shrieks and breathes deep. I feel tremors go through her, and she’s shocked as I swirl my tongue over her puckered asshole, moaning deep when I drag my tongue lower and down to her pussy. The surprise gives way to the pleasure and only a few seconds later she’s trying to grind her hips again, her hand reaching back to fist in my hair and hold me there as I work my mouth back and forth between her pussy and her ass.

Just as I bring her to the edge of another orgasm, I pull back and bite her right cheek. She jumps and moans, but her voice is low and deep as I stop. When I stand and press my cock to the back of her ass, she’s clinging to the glass, her breath fogging it. I still don’t let her turn around, and I swear she almost stamps her foot in frustration.

Stepping away from her, I walk a few steps to a couch facing the window and sit back, tugging at the tie that has long since been knocked askew.

“Turn around and pull it the rest of the way off. Show me everything, Lucy.”

When she turns, her face is flushed, her cheeks a full rose red. She’s a vision, pulling the dress over her head. Her hair falls loose as she pulls the dress off and she tosses it to the floor. Her skin is a creamy light caramel, her tits full and almost spilling over the lace cups of the bra. She’s panting and hungry, and the way she’s looking at me, I know the moment I tell her it’s ok, she’ll spring on me. I don’t think it’s possible, but my dick gets even harder, straining against my pants. I’m feasting on the sight of her almost completely bared and waiting for me, but the rest of me is on fire.

Without asking, she takes a few steps toward me. I don’t stop her. More confident, she walks closer. I don’t say anything, just take her in, every step fluid and light, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.

Lucy stands over me, staring down the long line of her body before she climbs up onto my lap. The kiss this time is deep and slow, our tongues tangling. My hands are roving all over her, egging her on when she slips open the buttons from my shirt, and finally, finally tugs my belt free.

This time she’s the one to grip my hair and pull my head back while she pushes her other hand down the front of my pants and takes hold of my cock. I let her pull my head back and nip at my neck and ear while she works the shaft, her palm sliding with the heavy drop of pre-cum running down the side.

“Stop.” I can feel it building, even with just this light touch and the vicious little flick of her tongue on my ear.

“You’re not the boss of me,” she growls, working faster.

“Oh yes, I am.” Before I lose it completely, I pull her hand away, breathing deep. She laughs but lets me stop her, biting my lip. She play wrestles me for a half second, until I take her wrists into my hands and hold them behind her back.

Just as she did in the car, this position, the arch of her back when her hands are forced back, lights something in Lucy.

She nuzzles in close, grinding her pussy down, this time with only the lightest strip of fabric between her sweet wet heat and my dick. She bites my lip again, her hips circling, a full on tease and challenge that will not go unanswered.

I brace my legs under us and pull her up with me, loving the feel of her thighs clamping around my waist, her heels locking behind me. Kissing her, cradling her ass in my hands, I take her to my bedroom.

No lights in here, except the glow of the city in the window beyond. I have a deep four-poster bed fit for Viking in the center of the room. I walk to the edge of it and toss her onto it. She giggles as she bounces and then I follow her down. Full weight on her, I feel her curl and wrap around me.

Lucy is determined now, her hands roving, her mouth more bold, teeth nipping.

“Let me,” she says. I know what she wants. She wants to touch me, finish what she started.

I hold her head still and plunder her mouth, at the same time nestling my body between her thighs and feeling her leg hook behind me. When she tries to nudge me up so she can have her way with me, I just push her thighs wider and press hard to her core. The sound she makes is half growl, half moan.

“Let me touch you. I want to put my mouth on you. I want—“ She has to stop when I kiss her, but she won’t stop tugging and reaching, no matter how many times I press her to be still.

I’m more than tempted to let Lucy Warner have her way, but there’s something holding me back that keeps me from giving in to her. This is a battle I’m not going to lose. I push up onto my hands, and she laughs when I bat her down as she tries to follow.

“You just have to be the boss, don’t you.” It’s not a question.

“Yes,” I say. It’s not a lie.

This time Lucy pops up onto her knees as I push back and off the bed, reaching into my dresser drawer for a wood cigar box, along with something else I don’t let her see. She crawls forward to meet me, looking to the left as I toss the box onto the bed next to her. She’s not distracted for long, though, and she watches as I uncoil a set of four long lengths of silk.

She gapes, wide-eyed as I begin to tie each of the long silk pieces to a corner of the bed, tossing the other end onto the bed each time I go. At first she laughs, but then I see her chest hitch and her breathing come faster. Once all four ties are secure, I reach for her leg.

Lucy doesn’t put up any kind of fight, just gives in to me when I tug her down to the edge of the bed. Our eyes meet as, slowly, I tug the thong down over her hips and off her legs. She opens to me, so sweet and soft I can’t resist another short detour. Dipping low, I flick my tongue over her pussy lips until her thighs fall open to me and she tries to press my head closer. Popping back up, I kiss her as I tie one silk scarf to her right leg. She tugs at it experimentally. It doesn’t come loose.

I run a hand up the outside of her leg to soothe her, and when I feel the muscle relax, I dip to the inside of her thigh where she’s still quivering and wet. I flash back to the night I buried my face in this warm, wet pussy. A tempting detour, but I have other plans. I reach for the loose end of the scarf tied to the second post of the bed, and hold it up. It’s a silent question.

Lucy swallows and takes a breath, then lets me take her left leg in my hands and fasten the silk around her ankle. Her legs are bound to separate posts now. Not so taut that she’s stretched, but tight enough that her legs are open and exposed to me.

She’s quiet now, her eyes bright and burning as I walk to the head of the bed and reach for her right hand. She places it in mine willingly, and when I tie it, she has to lie back. She’s stretched out now, her arm extended, her hand twisting in the sheet. Waiting for what I’ll do next.

I climb up onto the bed between her legs again, running my hands over every part of her. Her skin is creamy smooth and soft, and I’m tempted to go back to that sweet core dripping honey for me. But she still has a hand free. I don’t leave a job only three-fourths done.

I move up to straddle her chest and reach for the fourth and final silk piece. But I underestimated her. Before I know it, Lucy’s free left hand is around my cock, stroking and moving up and down like a piston before I can stop her.

“Fuck,” I hiss out. My head dips low. When I can pull it up again, I see Lucy’s eyes glitter in the dark, the satisfaction plain. She takes her hand from me for only the briefest second to lick her palm and fingers, then she’s back to stroking me, doing everything she can to distract me.

I take her hand away and reach for the final silk tie. But Lucy’s still not giving up. As I lean up and over her, she turns her head and her lips brush my cock. Just that light touch is enough to scramble my brain, and that second is more than enough time for her to press her advantage. Before I can think, Lucy slips her hand from me again and wraps her hand around my dick, guiding the head to her mouth.

All I can feel is heat and the vicious, dirty flick of her tongue on the head, and then she’s sucking. I can’t stop myself. Before I know it I’m pumping back and forth into her hot, wet mouth while she takes the whole length. I can feel her hand urging me on from the back, while I watch my dick go in and out of her mouth. I’ve imagined this, jerked off to the idea. But seeing it now, feeling Lucy’s lips take me in and demand more, is something out of a dream. She sucks with sweet, greedy pulls until I can feel the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. I fuck her mouth while she swirls her tongue around the base of my cock. When I feel her cup my balls in her hand, and the tell-tale surge at the base of my cock, I know I’m going to come if I let her keep going. And judging by the hot, burning way she’s looking up at me while she sucks, Lucy knows it, too.

And then she moans, the same high, keening sound that she makes when I know she’s close to coming. Still fucking her mouth, I angle back and thrust two fingers into her pussy. Liquid fire. Her hips buck as my palm cups her swollen, sensitive clit and Lucy’s pussy is soaking wet, even more than when I had her earlier tonight. The eager, hungry way she’s pulling at me, I learn something else about Lucy: sucking my cock, making me respond to her, turns her on just as much as anything else I’ve done to her.

I’m riding the edge of an orgasm that I know is going to knock me out. Just the idea of fucking Lucy’s mouth until I explode is more tempting than anything. But as I watch, she flicks her tongue to swirl around the head, I see the self-satisfied, knowing look as she brings me to the edge. The look that says, “I win.”

No. Not yet.

“No.” I have to say it out loud as I pull my cock out of her mouth, and I don’t know if I’m telling her or myself. Lucy arches in protest, but I take her hand and finish tying it to the fourth post. Both her hands are tied now, both legs secure, too. Again not so tight that she can’t pull up onto her elbows, but she also can’t bring her legs or arms together. And she can’t stop me.

Lucy lies back when I tell her to, pressing her shoulders hard into the bed. Her back is arched and taut. I snake a fist up into the hair at the back of her head, and she arches higher for me, her neck exposed to my tongue and teeth. I can see her tight, swollen nipples over the cups of her bra where I tugged it down. I feel the muscles in her abdomen quiver.

“Dominic, please,” she whimpers. I don’t think she knows what she’s begging for. But I do.

“So unfair, I know.” I reach for the box I tossed onto the bed earlier. “You never get your way.”

Opening the lid, I pull out one of the condoms inside. I hold one of them up for her to see, and when her eyes darken, I tear the pack open.

“Don’t worry. I have every intention to use that pretty mouth of yours and let you have your way. Eventually. ” She watches me roll the condom onto my cock with a greedy, hungry look. When I climb back over her, I see her hands grip the sheets as I place the tip of my cock right at her opening. Her hips lift as though her whole body is beckoning, and I know if her legs weren’t tied, they’d have clamped around me by now. The way she’s straining at the ties, I can see she’s stymied and past ready.

And so am I. I lift her hips up into my hands and, still on my knees, thrust forward. Lucy gives a sharp cry as I ram into her. And then again. And again. Christ, I can’t believe how tight she is. I’ve been hot for her for goddamned weeks, trying to deny it, trying to push her away. But getting inside her is like coming home. She bows up to meet my cock with every single push, whimpers and cries out every time I pull away. I’ve never been with a woman so responsive, so hungry for every stroke.

I love the way her tits bounce every time I push into her, but the pleasure on her face is fascinating. When she starts to chant my name, straining for me, I give in and lower my chest to hers. I bury my face into her shoulder and close my eyes, reveling in how it feels to pump into her. Close like this, feeling her arch up to meet me and I’m almost sorry to have her tied up. I want her wrapped around me, clawing at me. I want her to take everything.

I put my hands up and twine my fingers in hers. Her mouth is hot and open, hungry for my kiss. Her pussy is starting the tell-tale pulses I remember from making her come on my mouth and on my hand, only this time I can feel all the way into her core.

“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, baby.” I put my hands back in her hair and lock her centered and still while I continue to pound into her. But there’s no keeping Lucy still. Tied up, tied down, she fucks me back with everything she has, her hips doing a frantic grind as she gets closer. Driving me just as hard as I’m driving her.

She opens her eyes and looks into mine. “I want you to come, too. I want to feel it. Please, Dominic, please.”

I shake my head, and press my forehead to hers. It’s starting for me, too. I fight it, hold it back. But still, I can’t get enough of Lucy’s body under me, pistoning deeper and deeper into her.

“On my hands. On my mouth. Right here on my dick. You’re going to come so many more ways tonight before I’m through with you.”

I know her now. I know exactly how to give it to her, what makes her lose it. Angling close and up, I thrust again and then let her ride it until I feel the spasms begin in her. It’s that last hard, deep push and then she’s bucking and grinding, wild and teetering right at the edge and then over, practically screaming.

And that’s what does it for me. When her pussy clamps down, a wave crashes over and through me, a roar in my body that doesn’t stop even after Lucy quiets beneath me. But she’s arching up, still, curling as close as she can, whispering sweet, unintelligible things as I pulse and finish inside her.

A long time after, I muster enough energy to release her hands and legs and dispose of the condom. But collapsing back onto the bed next to her, even exhausted and spent, we reach for each other immediately, holding tight. I’m so drained, I think I’m going to fall asleep right there. Our bodies have other plans. Rather than sleep, my hands still rove over her, and Lucy is anything but still. Tangled up, the heat curling between us, my breath catches when she grips my cock again, hard as a rock and ready for another round.

Lucy bats my hands away, and slides down low in the bed, taking me back into her mouth. I close my eyes and finally let her have everything she wants. The slow, relentless pull of her mouth before she swallows me deep, and then begins again. When I tug at her shoulders and try to tug her up to me, she just takes my hands and puts them in her hair, holding them there until I can’t resist and I have to keep them there to guide her mouth.

I’m coming again less than a minute later, so hard and fast, I don’t even mind that this is just sweet revenge for what I did to her earlier.

The night’s only just starting, and there’s plenty of time to even the score.