She did as she was told, and he took the small glass from her, setting it on the table in front of them, next to his, then guided her into the very position he had just threatened her with – and doing exactly what he'd said he'd do. Before she could even begin to deal with what was happening, those big hands had her skirt bunched up around her waist. They ripped her tiny panties off her with frightening ease and landed a heart stopping swat to the very center of her bare butt that made her begin to seriously reconsider what it was that she'd found sexy all her life.

Anna tried to raise herself up by her arms, but found she couldn't. He was holding her down – not hurting her, but very definitely preventing her from moving much, and definitely from leaving his lap.

"Wait – what?" she asked, continuing to struggle but getting nowhere.

His dark chuckle was like a fingertip flicking the very crest of her already engorged clit, making her have to clamp down on a moan she didn't want him to hear. "I'm sorry if my tone gave you the opposite impression of how I was feeling about your question. But…yes."

Outraged. You're outraged to find yourself in this position – remember that, woman! You're not beginning to drip moisture onto where your panties should have been, you don't wish he'd put his hand on your butt again, and you certainly do not want to surrender yourself and melt over his lap in a puddle.

"Yes, what?" she screeched uncharacteristically back at him. "What am I doing here? Put my clothes back on and let me up!"

"You asked me if I would like to have sex with you, and I was just answering you straightforwardly. Yes."

As he spoke, his hand roamed over the area he had just bared and swatted, and Anna thought she was going to break her teeth trying not to moan aloud. He was touching her just how she'd thought he might, with a devastating combination of tenderness and possession.

"I withdrew that question," she ground out. "You are no longer obligated to answer it. You are obligated to let me up before I start to scream bloody murder, Russo!"

His hand came down sharply – and completely unexpectedly – on her defenseless flesh, leaving her unable to suppress a yelp of equal parts surprise and pain. "You are not allowed to withdraw that question."

Anna had a horrible feeling she'd gotten into something she shouldn't have with him – and asking him to have sex with her was just a small part of it. Granted, this was something she'd been fantasizing about for quite some time, but she'd never expected to have to deal with its reality. And the cold, stark truth was that she was beginning to think that a dominant Devon was much too much for her to handle.

Besides, that probably wasn't what he wanted, anyway.

So she switched tactics from angry to attempting to mollify him. "Look, Dev, I should never have asked you. It was stupid of me – I'm sorry –"

Gentle fingers rubbed the spot that was pinkening nicely. "No need to apologize. I think it's a wonderful idea, as long as we keep this all separate from work, of course. But I want something just as intimate from you in return – perhaps more so. Something that I'm not sure you're going to be willing to give me."

Another swat, harder than the last one, making her "eep!" loudly.

"But I think you can probably guess what it is by the position you're in right now."

Holy fu –

He couldn't.

He didn't!

He couldn't!

She realized she was starting to repeat herself and stopped the runaway train that was her mind trying to wrap itself around the concept he was dancing around. She knew that he knew what she fantasized about – she might have been drunk, but she wasn't blackout drunk. Her lips became very loose when she drank around him, and he often picked her brain – from a carefully neutral perspective, never applying or attributing anything to himself – about what got her hot when the liquor rendered her more vulnerable to him than she let herself be with anyone else.

He'd gotten her to confess her deepest, darkest desires and had even gone so far as to extract a promise – technically non-binding, of course – from her that she wouldn't pursue them with someone before she'd introduced the guy to him so that he could give him the once over.

Anna had thought that was touchingly protective and had agreed immediately, in her drunken state, because she'd been celibate for so long that she couldn't imagine a time when she wouldn't be alone.

"You want to spank me?"

Dev chuckled. "That, and more. Much, much more." As he spoke, he dropped one of those long runner's legs suddenly, which put her off balance and forced her to reach and find the rug with her toes. He made sure she didn't fall off his lap, but kept her just off balance enough that she didn't feel she could pick her leg up again. The fingers of one hand curved around her hip to hold her lightly in place while the other took full advantage of the fact that her legs were now apart – not spread, exactly, but not clamped together they way they had been.

He'd done that deliberately, so he could get to her, she realized suddenly, but too late.

Rough fingertips were already exploring her with teasing, gossamer touches that wrenched a telling sigh from her lips while he gently parted the others, chuckling softly at what he found there. Dev had been wracking his brain about whether he had any lube secreted around this place – and if he did, it was probably so old that it would do them any good – but then he discovered her and realized that wasn't going to be a problem.

"Dev –" she panted, burying her face in her hands so the sounds of her breath bellowing out her wouldn't be quite so noticeable. "Dev, you can't –"

But he pulled her hands away, tightly gathering both of her wrists into one of his, and, as he drew them up to hold them mid back, Anna knew then – more definitively than at any time since she'd posed that fateful question – that she had just lost any chance of freeing herself from him.

The fingers between her legs were slow and unhurried, but they never stopped moving as he spoke, that deep, quiet rumble of his only adding flame to the fires that were coursing through her.

"I want all of you. I want to make love to you, and I want to fuck you, yes." He arched his hips against her so that she could feel the rigid bulge of his cock beneath her, even through his jeans, just as he sank a long, thick finger into her pussy at the same time. "But that's not near enough. If I have sex with you tonight –" After stroking into her – hard – several times, he moved those coated digits up a bit, and, as they slid over that tight little bundle of nerves, he growled, "It will only be as your Dom."

How did he know just the right pressure – just the right movements – that made her want to whimper and keen and growl, to hold her breath and grind herself against him to get where she had to be? She hadn't been that specific in her drunken confessions, had she?

But Dev deliberately kept his touch on the teasing side, encouraging and embracing her eager responses, bringing her relentlessly along, but not allowing her to get too close to satisfaction.

Yet.

"And not just for tonight. I was surprised when you told me that you were a submissive, you know. That's not how I'd come to think of you at all. But you're so strong a woman; I love the idea of dominating you, and I am going to retain that right past tonight. Me, and only me." He leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck, making her arch and shiver at the same time. "I won't demand that you don't sleep with anyone else. But I will be the only man with the right to punish you."

Dev believed – probably even in what he considered to be his non-existent heart – that it was a pretty safe bet that she wasn't going to sleep with anyone else, because she was already so incredibly busy at work and he fully intended to keep her just as busy in his bed.

"And I will. You will cry and beg me to stop – every time, I promise. I do not 'play spank'. Your punishments will be conducted for as long as I see fit, and with whatever implement I choose. I think you know me well enough to know I would never do you any kind of permanent damage, but there will be redness and welts and probably bruising – you're very fair, and I'm not likely to worry about avoiding those things." The broad pad of his middle finger joined the index that was already there, surrounding that hard little button of hers and moving with excruciating slowness around it as he felt her muscles beginning to gather beneath his touch. "I've heard, over the years, a lot about what you want from a man, and I want to provide it for you. I want your very private, very personal submission to me, Annabelle."

There was no escaping the rhythm he'd established between her legs, and her body didn't want her to. She knew what was going to happen to her – what he was quite deliberately bringing her to – and she made a last ditch effort to pull at her trapped wrists, knowing it was a futile effort but unable to not make it, just in case.

And the sure knowledge that he wasn't going to just let her go – that he intended to keep her captive while he made her come – was nearly enough to set her off.

When she was seconds away from that final build up – from which there was no turning back, no stopping – he stopped, closing his hand into a fist so that she wouldn't receive even the slightest bit of stimulation from him.

"Devon! You can't stop! Please! Son of a – Nooooo!"

He waited patiently for her wails to die down, then said softly, "I haven't heard you give me your consent yet, Tink."

That nickname jangled in her ears as something she didn't necessarily want to hear at a time like this.

As much as her body was clamoring for release, Anna's basic sense of self-preservation authored her next panted, disjointed words. "But – to what – talk – more – can't – now."

He extended a finger and drew it slowly over the tip of her clit, once, then curled it back away from her. "How long have we known each other that you trust yourself to get completely plastered around me, to the point where I have to pour you – unconscious – into my spare bed, absolutely unmolested. That you make me hold your hand when you go to the dentist and call me before you call Triple A when you have a flat but you think you're not safe in my hands as someone you have acknowledged as being responsible for your care?"

She hadn't thought of a Dom as such, but she supposed he was right.

"Well, when you put it that way… All right, all right! Yes."

It was said with just about as much enthusiasm as she had accused him of lacking when she'd tried to leave.

His fist unclenched against that very sensitive area, and she was once again claimed by him a very primitive manner, even to the point of slipping his thumb into her, slowly, as he covered her clit.

"I don't think I heard you, Anna." Those calm, neutral words only made what little movements she could make just that much more desperate as his hand began to slip back and forth. "Tell me who you want me to be for you."

"Devon! Oh, fuck, Please!"

That wasn't what he'd wanted to hear, and the movements stopped.

Anna was being driven very slowly out of her mind. With a huge effort, she managed to cobble together some semblance of intelligence and said, as clearly as she was capable of doing at the moment, panting between every word, body taut as a bowstring, "Yes, I want you to be my Dom, please. Please. Please!"

As soon as she finished, she felt him tighten his grip on her wrists, and he began stroking her again – not fast and furious, not even very demandingly, but in an extremely controlled rhythm that could have been inspired by a metronome. He had one speed and one speed only.

Slow.

The buildup was heart attack inducingly acute. Anna didn't think she'd ever been subjected to anything like this before. It went on forever.

"You may come now, Anna."

And just like that, as if some part of her had been waiting for him to give her his permission, she snapped – every bit of her snapped and what was coming was so intense, so overwhelming that, just before it hit, she begged him to stop.

And he never missed a beat.

The first note of an ear-piercing scream escaped before she buried her face in the soft sofa cushions. But once there, she let it all out – full throated howls and animalistic grunts as he continued – throughout it all – to caress her in exactly the same way, riding out her bucking and writhing, and bringing her relentlessly to four more peaks before he allowed her to collapse down onto the couch like a wet rag.

From somewhere near her, she heard the sounds of his belt being undone, but it barely registered, and she didn't notice anything until he lifted her from under her arms, turning her so that she was facing away from him, bending her down and filling her up at the same time.

Full to overflowing in one massive, powerful stroke that was just the beginning. Her legs were parted to accommodate his so she was totally open and defenseless, and her arms were his again – he was using them to keep her from being able to move forward to absorb the tremendous energy of his thrusts.

Eventually, he loosed her wrists in favor of pulling her up by her hair, searching and finding those lightly hair covered folds, prying them roughly open and flicking her furiously.

Her privates were so stretched, her little clit so exposed to his touch that, seconds later, she convulsed around him, barely completing one orgasm before she was forced into the next.

And the next.

And the next.

Her hands found their way to his big one between her legs, trying to dislodge him before she succumbed to death by orgasm but caught in the throes of one anyway as she tugged futilely at him.

Dev's heavy breath blew in her ear as he nipped her earlobe. "I can see I need to buy a pair of cuffs to keep you from interfering with my use of you. And that just earned you another spanking."

Her hand let go of his as if she was scalded, but Anna knew it was too late.

Seconds later, she was bent back over, face in the cushion, arms held high up her back, just to the point of discomfort as he continued to stab himself into her. Even in that demeaning position, she felt the familiar rising of her desire, and the orgasm that built within her this time was probably the hardest she had experienced with him so far, so much so that the squeezing of her tightness around him made him lose control and he bit off a groan as he emptied himself within her.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."

That was not really what she wanted to hear from the man she had just had sex with. Although Anna could barely remember her own name, she knew his lament was probably not indicative of anything good.

"What?" she barely had the capacity to breathe at him as she collapsed in an indelicate lump on the sofa, not far from where he'd left her when he'd pulled out to begin to pace and run his hand through his hair.

Dev came to stand next to her and she opened one eye, saw how massive his equipment was even at rest and shut it again. At his agitated sigh, she reopened it and looked questioningly up at him.

"We didn't use birth control. You make me so crazy that I didn't even think to ask, or, better yet, to go and get a condom, which is literally ten feet away from me."

"Yay for irregular periods. On the pill. No worries." Closed again. Alarmingly near sleep.

"Yes, but what about STDs?"

Pried very slowly – and with great effort – open again. "You think I'm going to give you an STD?"

He laughed, gathering her onto largely still clothed lap, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her – the weight and softness of her – in his arms. "You? The nun? I don't think so. I was worried for you."

At that, Anna forced herself to sit up and open both eyes to look down at him. "You mean you have an STD?"

"No, I don't, but –"

Her head was already back on his shoulder and she looked as if was about to fall asleep.

"I'm worried for you. I mean –" He sighed and kissed her forehead, then both cheeks, then her lips. "I mean, I'm sorry."

A Devon apology was akin to seeing Bigfoot, and her eyes met his. "What are you sorry about? That you don't have an STD?"

"No, I'm sorry I didn't take better care of you. That's the kind of thing I need to remember to think about."

Her soft, dreamy smile somehow made him feel a bit better, even though he knew he wouldn't let himself off the hook quite that easily. "That's very sweet."

He was glad she thought so. She looked so innocent, lying there in his arms, where he'd pictured her so many times. His cock rose again beneath her bottom, but he could see dark circles under her eyes and she was obviously exhausted.

As he lifted her off the couch and brought her into his room, to his tiny double bed that barely fit him, much less the both of them, he was thinking that this Domming thing was going to be hard work.

But as he watched her settle against him, within the circle of his arms, cradled by his big body, he knew that any amount of work would be more than worth it in order to hold her like this.