Jackson closes the door and leans against it. Tyrion dashes madly around him. He leans down and gives the dog a good rub on his head. Satisfied, the hound moves away and goes to lie on his bed. He straightens and looks at me.

“Now it’s my turn,” I say with a wicked, wicked smile.

There is no answering smile. “Do you realize you messed with my head tonight?”

I widen my eyes innocently. “I did?”

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you, telling a man you’re not wearing panties while he’s out with you drives him crazy?”

I try not to smile. “Someone called Andrea might have mentioned it to me.”

“Hmm…Did Andrea also tell you what happens to such…cock teasers?”

“She might have.”

“Good. So what happens to you next might not be such a surprise.”

His eyes never break contact with mine, as I start backing away. “Well, you can’t really blame me. You’re so hot, I can’t help myself.”

He chuckles and takes a step forward. “You’ll need to come up with a better excuse than that.”

I take another step away from him. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to satisfy the ache in my cock.”

There is something very different about him tonight. I take another couple of steps and come up against the dining table. He closes the distance between us. His hand goes up my skirt and between my legs. “You’re fucking soaked,” he purrs. “Why are you so wet, Appleton?”

“I don’t know,” I lie. God, I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny. My need for him is like a throb between my legs.

“I think you do,” he drawls. “I think you are looking forward to your punishment.”

I lick my lips. “I don’t like the look in your eyes.”

“I don’t like that you haven’t opened your legs for me, yet.”

I start to squirm against his hand. I want more. I want his fingers inside me. Then his thick hard cock. His hand moves away. Suddenly they are in front of my chest. Before I know it, he has ripped my blouse open. Roughly, he pulls it off me and discards it.

Excitement rushes through my veins. His hands move around the back of me to unclasp my bra. It falls to his feet. He looks down at my nude breasts, his eyes possessive, primitive. As if I am something he owns. It makes my belly tighten. He makes short work of my skirt and flings it behind me. I stand pressed up against his dining table buck naked.

My breaths comes fast and shallow and my nipples are erect. From the cold or arousal, it’s hard to tell. Not that it matters. His eyes watch the way my breasts rise and fall. Instinctively, my hands come up to my chest to cover it, but he catches them and pins them behind me.

Then his other hand moves to my folds. He rubs them around and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. He looks at my body twisting, my breasts pushed forward and there is an expression of primitive triumph in his face.

“You’re mine,” he mutters harshly. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I say immediately. My voice sounds shaky.

His head moves as he catches a nipple in his mouth and begins to suck. Hard. Harder than he has ever done.

I gasp at the strange sensation. “Oh,” I cry as he bites down gently.

He takes the other one in his mouth and does the same.

I squirm and writhe helplessly.

Suddenly, he takes my shoulders and spins me to face the dining table. “Bend,” he commands, pushing me down firmly.

The table surface feels cold and makes me jump. His hands move to my wrists and pushes them so they are flat on the table, up above my head. He leans over me, and pushes me further up, until my hands are over the far edge of the table. He’s molding them down.

“Don’t move,” he orders, his mouth close to my ear, his breath hot and urgent.

He straightens and suddenly yanks my hips back, so I am stretched out tautly across the table and my feet leave the floor and I have to hold on to the table edge. The position makes me tremble a little. I exhale in shock as he gently kicks my feet wide apart.

With my ass in the air and my legs wide open, I feel totally exposed to him.

There is a long moment when nothing happens. I dare not turn around, but I can feel his eyes on my body. I try to imagine my white skin against the dark table. Like a sacrifice. I jump when I feel his hands on my hips again, sliding slowly down over my heated skin, his thumb tracing my spine, following the little bones down to my tailbone. I gasp when it moves down to the fully exposed crack of my ass.

A long finger pushes into my wetness. That finger dips in and out. “Just checking how wet and ready you are for me,” he says.

I arch with pleasure. Everything is so gentle and so smooth it is a shock when he suddenly leans over me again, his hard weight pushing down on my back. I can feel every inch of him pressing down on me. His powerful hands cover mine, and his breath is hot in my ear. His tone is soft, a challenge. “You want me to stop, Lauren?”

“No,” I cry hoarsely. The surge of desire in my body for him to totally dominate me and take me in any way he wants makes me feel almost drunk with need.

He straightens and I hear the rustle of his pants being opened, the sound of the condom. Then he grasps my hips as if he can’t get enough of me and impales me, forcefully and inexorably, stretching and filling me, until it seems as if his thick cock reaches the very depths of my belly. A place no man has gone before. The tightness makes every tiny moment feel incredible.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls.

I can’t think of anything cute or flirty of sophisticate to say. All I can do rock my hips back and forth. He grasps me around the waist so I can no longer move. He wants to take that control back. I become still. He starts to thrust into me, shallow quick movements that make my rub against the table.

I cry out with pleasure.

Suddenly, he begins to fuck me deeper and deeper, burying himself up to the hilt inside me. My pussy gets wetter and wetter. I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs. My moans turn into a groan as I find my release. He carries on slamming deep into me as I totally lose it and scream. Suddenly, I feel him join me over the edge. For a long moment he doesn’t move, allowing us both to come back down to earth. Slowly, my eyes focus again and my breath becomes less ragged. I turn my head and look at him. His hair has fallen over his forehead and he looks like some sort of avenging angel.

His mouth meets mine. Incredibly, our kiss turns him on again and I feel him harden inside me. He straightens and pulls out of me.

“Don’t move,” he says. Getting down on his knees, he licks my pussy clean. Then he scoops me in his arms and takes me to his bed, where he has me all over again.