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  She knew exactly who the devilishly sexy man standing before her was. Vince Ansen. He owned a string of social networking, dating and commerce websites. She actually studied him in one of her classes in college. He was a boy genius who made his first million by age eighteen. Now at age thirty-two he was easily one of the richest men in America. She knew a look of astonishment would be on her face, but she was helpless to conceal it.

  "I ummm." Real articulate Laundry, she scolded herself.

  How in the hell was she going to be a hard hitting top journalist if she was getting tongue-tied in the presence of one man. One damned sexy man, with the body of a Greek God, a voice at the back of her mind pointed out. At that moment she realized she was still pressed against him, her palms flattened against the cotton of his navy blue v-neck t-shirt. The sweet, spicy smell of his cologne enticed her to get closer.

  Reluctantly, she forced herself to step back from him, despite her body's protest for her to remain right where she'd been, tight against his hard body. "Sorry, new boots." She tried to shrug it off, but the heat colouring her cheeks was almost as red as her fiery hair and so there was no denying that she was in awe with him.

  "I see." He raised a cynical brow at her, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Titling his head slightly, he took a step backwards and his eyes slowly made their way down the length of her body pausing at her breasts, which were pressing against the tight spandex of the dress. She could see the hungry look in his eyes as he continued to scrutinize her body with his stare, working his way down the length of her legs to the ridiculously uncomfortable boots in question.

  Lexie's body tensed under his intense scrutiny and a throbbing commenced between her legs. She didn't even know the man, but her body was craving him. She knew she didn't have the best figure in the world, she weighted a good ten or twenty pound more than her body should have, most of which was in her breasts, ass and hips. She'd actually been told by an elderly male customer when she worked as a cashier at a grocery store several years ago that she had good "child bearing" hips. She was never sure how to take that comment, still didn't.

  His eyes finally made their way back up to meet hers. Normally, she'd have been offended by his blatant scrutiny that bordered on leering, but considering where she was and what she was supposendly there for she sucked it up. And as much as she hated to admit it, the way he was looking at her - with deep seeded and unconcealed hunger - was turning her on unlike anything or anyone before.

  He extended his hand to her. "I'm Vince."

  "Lexie," she took his hand and he immediately brought it to his lips. His lips grazed her knuckles lightly, and she had to force herself from sighing loudly. She felt sixteen again, it was like finding out the boy she had a crush on was taking an interest in her.

  "Pleasure to meet you Lexie. I see you're a T5."

  She frowned. I'm a what?

  Seeing her confusion he tapped the badge over her left breast. When he pulled his hand away, his finger "slipped" and grazed her breast. She stifled a gasp as a shiver rushed through her and her nipple immediately began to harden under the telltale thin fabric.

  Ah shit! How could she have forgotten about the badge? She growled at herself for being so empty-minded, but his closeness was distracting and intimidating, which only fed her desire for him. She looked at his badge. T5D, she gulped down the lump forming in her throat. Like the T5S, the T5D were anything goes dominants who like to play hard and rough, as Nadine liked to put it.

  It occurred to her then that Vince, according to the tabloids, had just gotten out of a lengthy relationship with a twenty-two year old county music singer who proclaimed to be holding onto her virginity until she was married. Either she was full of shit, or they had some sort of agreement. Or maybe he was letting off steam after a couple of years of having to jack off. The reporter in Lexie was dying to know the truth behind that!

  "I've always had a fondness for red-heads," Vince stated as he fingered a lock of her red curls. She took a deep breath in and closed her eyes, basking in the touch of the man she'd admired for years. She opened her eyes back up and caught his heated gaze; which was burning into her making her anxious, nervous and excited, all at the same time. She found the array of emotions so overwhelming she trembled.

  I need to get it together, she scolded herself. He was the story and trembling like a school girl with a crush wasn't going to get her what she needed out of him. But what was she going to need to do to get the story from him? She gulped down the lump forming in her throat as the most obvious answer became clear... Anything he wanted.

  Pushing back her nerves she squared her shoulders, gave him a coy smile and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Well, then I suppose it's lucky for me that I just happen to be one."

  He took another step back and evaluated her once more, an amused smirk on his lips.

  "Lucky for both of us I would think." With a nod he extended his hand to her. "Would you care to join me in my suite, so we can talk more privately? Maybe have a drink..."

  Lexie chanced a glace over at Nadine who was standing by the bar watching her and Vince. Her expression was blank, not giving Lexie an indication either way if going with Vince would be a good idea or not.

  "Is there a problem?"

  Lexie snapped her attention back over to Vince and smiled. "Oh course not. I would love to." She accepted his outstretched hand and it closed around hers possessively.

  "Come then."

  With one more glance over at Nadine, she nodded to him and followed him towards the elevators. They walked in silence. For the first time in her life, Lexie had no idea what to say. Oh course, mostly due to the fact that she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Sure she'd seen the videos that Nadine called her 'homework' but now that she was with an anything goes Dom, she had no idea how to handle herself.

  "So you never did tell me if you were new to the club or not," Vince commented as he pressed the call button for the elevator and then glanced down at her.

  Lexie had no idea what the best answer would be for that question and she

  immediately discovered she may be well over her head with this. Of course, his closeness wasn't helping. Her body was becoming an inferno of desire for him; the feel of his hand surrounding hers was making her ache for more intimate contact. It was clouding her thoughts.

  She flashed him a wide smile. "Oh, I've been a member for a long time, but just haven't been around for a while." She held her breath, waiting to see if he'd accept the answer.

  His expression remained unreadable. "I see."

  The ding of the elevator seconds before the doors slid open interrupted any further comment he may have had on the subject. Strolling into the elevator, he pressed the number five and the doors slid closed behind them. He glanced down at her and fire reared up into his dark blue eyes. "I just need to check on something..."

  Lexie didn't have a chance to respond, before she was pushed hard against the back of the elevator. Vince's hand slipped behind her head, his hand fisting her hair and tugged.

  She yelped more in surprise more than pain as his lips came crashing down onto hers.

  She moaned as her desire increased and an uncomfortable wetness began to gather between he legs. His hard body pressed roughly against her, the evidence of his erection pressing against her stomach. The smell of his cologne drew her in, and she found herself helpless to resist her body's yearnings as she fisted the front his shirt, parted her lips and gave herself to him.

  His tongue, tasting faintly of beer, thrust into her mouth, demanding her tongue's submission and she happily submitted to him. She moaned again, pressing up against him, losing herself in the man she'd studied and admired from afar and even wrote a term paper on. A man she'd admired for his ingenuity and his charismatic personality when in the public eye. Boy, if the public could see the man she was experiencing now!

  His mouth pulled away from hers and began to run frantic kisses down the side of her neck, while his hand in
ched its way up her leg and under her skirt to cup her ass. The wetness between her legs increased and the throbbing between her legs became a dull ache of need. Was he going to fuck her here and now? In the elevator? Would she stop him if he tried?

  She didn't need to make that decision for as soon as the ding sounded announcing their arrival to the fifth floor Vince quickly pulled away from her. With her heart thumping rapidly in her chest Lexie, clung onto the railing behind her, in an attempt to steady herself. Looking up at him, her head spinning from the amazing kiss, she was slightly annoyed to discover that he seemed unperturbed by what had just happened.

  "It's this way," he informed her. With a hand at the small of her back, he ushered her from the elevator and down a long, dimly lit corridor headed for his suite.

  "Whoa wait." Lexie skidded to a stop in front of one room where the door was left open and was helpless to keep from peering in and staring at what was going on inside. It was what was referred to as the 'Water Room' and a half dozen men had a petite blonde straddled over the urinal, a collar around her neck, which was tethered to the wall, and they were one by one stepping up to her and urinating on her genitals. "My God!" she gasped.

  "For someone wearing a T5S badge I wouldn't have expected seeing such a shocked look on your face," Vince teased as he stood behind her watching as well.

  A couple of the men in the group, one being the rapper Nadine had mentioned

  previously, took notice of the two voyeurs but paid no heed to them and continued on with what they were doing.

  "You do that?" Having seen enough, Lexie turned to face him unable to hide the look of disgust in her expression.

  Laughing, Vince urged her away from the room and shook his head as they continued their way down the corridor. "No. What I do to women I'm sure a lot of people would consider to be seriously fucked up, but I've never been tempted to piss on a woman before."

  Lexie knew she should be taking that statement as much of a warning as a promise.

  Chapter 3

  "So what can I get for you?" Vince asked as he walked over to the small in-room bar.

  "Whatever you're having." Keeping the hidden camera in her handbag in mind she placed it on the end table facing Vince. A tinge of guilt struck her at the idea of secretly taping him. But she reasoned it away by telling herself it wasn't as though anyone was going to see this part of the video, the camera and audio recorder was only still running so she could recall the events of the night.

  "You sure, cause I'm having a beer," he told her walking around the bar and bending down behind it.

  "Anything. I'm easy to please."

  Seconds later he popped back up with a couple of bottles in his hands and a grin on his face and gave her a wink. "Oh, we'll see about that."

  Lexie cursed herself as she felt her face grow warm. What did he mean when he said, we'll see about that? Would she let it get that far? Her body sure as hell wanted to! It had been months since she'd been with a man and her body was screaming she was long past due for some relief.

  He made his way back to her, his stride long and powerful. "So what do you do for a living Lexie?" He asked removing the cap from the beer and passing it to her. His tone was light, but there was something in his eyes that told her he wasn't just making idle chitchat.

  You're imagining things Lexie, she scolded herself. There was no way he could suspect anything, she hadn't done anything other than be new to him to draw suspicion to herself.

  Lexie hesitated. "I'm a writer." It wasn't a complete lie...

  Sitting down on the wooden coffee table in front of where she was sitting, on the beige suede sofa, he arched a curious brow at her. Twisting the top off of his beer bottle, he took a long drink. Lexie watched him as he savoured the flavour, anxious to see his response to her little white lie.

  "Interesting. What kind of writer?" he finally asked.

  She blushed and smiled ruefully at him. "A struggling one."

  Laughing, he nodded. "Fair enough.''

  "Well, since we're on the topic. What do you do?"

  Vince gave her a wickedly sexy smile, his heated gaze sending a shiver through her, as he set his beer on the end table beside her and then took her untouched one from her, setting it next to his. "Something tells me, you already know the answer to that," he replied, standing and extending his hand to her. "Now come. It's time to see just how easy to please you really are. I've been aching to see you naked from the moment I laid eyes on you. We can talk more later."

  Indecision filled her. What did he mean by that little comment? Had she been that apparent that she knew who he was? The voice in the back of her mind confirmed she had been. She should never have gone up to his suite, but she couldn't deny how much she wanted him. The problem was that the way he wanted her was not the way she wanted him to want her.

  "Unless, you don't want to..."

  Lexie caught his gaze and noticed more than just desire in his eyes. He was

  challenging her. There was no way he could have known who she was and what she was doing there. It was impossible. But it was evident he was suspicious, not expecting her to actually accept his invitation. She narrowed her eyes at him as a stubborn streak shot through her.

  Accepting his hand, she rose from the sofa to stand in front of him, their bodies less than an inch apart. "Of course, I thought you'd never ask. I'm a T5 sub after all." She returned his condescending smirk with one of her own.

  Amusement danced in his eyes, as he brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen over her eye. Her breath hitched as his index finger trailed along her jaw, and then followed the line of her collarbone. "The things I want to do to you Lexie." His eyes turned dark again and she could almost see his mind working, picturing her in dozens of positions and doing things to her that she didn't even want to consider.

  On impulse and without a thought to what she was doing she closed the small distance between them, pressing her body against his, her breasts crushing against his chest. "And what exactly do you want to do to me Vince?" she whispered, as she kissed the side of his neck tentatively. His cologne pulled her in, tempting her. She pressed her pelvis against him, feeling the hard ridge of his shaft straining against his pants, begging for her to release it.

  He hooked his index finger under her chin and forced her eyes up to meet his. "Let me show you."

  Lexie's mouth went dry and she nodded. Her body, which was turning into an inferno of need, demanded that she find out.

  "Come." he stepped back from her and gave her hand a slight tug, guiding her across the living room to a closed door. He opened it up and stepped aside, allowing her to pass before entering after her.

  She swore when she decided to do this that there was no way she'd be allowing herself to let things get to this point - but here she was. But as she walked into his playroom, she felt a rush of anticipation flow through her. The scones along the pastel blue coloured windowless walls illuminated the room with a soft glow. There was an assortment of BDSM furniture. A Saint Andrews cross against the wall, a spanking bench, a suspension rack, bondage table and some other pieces she didn't know the name for. Various sizes and forms of whips, floggers, canes and paddles lined the walls. So many possibilities; some exciting and some terrifying.

  ****

  There was no way in hell the woman standing in front of him, with her eyes surveying the contents of the room in awe had ever been in a dungeon before. A mixture of intimidation, excitement and determination were evident in those emerald green eyes of hers. She wanted to prove to him that he was wrong about her, though he knew he wasn't.

  But that was okay, he was going to enjoy having some playtime with the fiery little redhead. And once he had her to the point where she was begging him to stop, he was going to relieve the ache in his cock and fuck her to exhaustion. Then, he'd find out who she really was and what in the hell she was doing there.

  But first thing was first. What was he going to do with her...

  His first thou
ght was the cross. He could spread her wide, bind her and have his way with every inch of her body. His dick, jerked at the idea, but after some consideration he decided against it. He could start with a good spanking, reddening her ass until it matched her hair. No. That was no good either. His eyes laid sight on the suspension set-up and an idea began to formulate in his mind.

  Reclining against the wall, his hands thrust into the front pockets he watched her explore the room. "Lexie," he called out to her and she immediately looked at him, turning her body to face him. "Take off your clothing. I want to see you."

  Her already fair complexion paled and indecision flashed in her eyes. Yes, there was no way in hell she'd ever been a sub before.

  "Now," his tone was firm and spurred her into compliance. She hooked her thumbs into the top of her dress and slowly and with hesitation pulled it down, revealing a red satin corset covering generous breasts, her face reddening to a flattering pink hue. His cock hardened - painfully hard - as she lowered the dress down her waist, down over her hips, revealing a matching satin thong and then let it drop to the floor.

  "Very nice," he growled his approval. He motioned with his finger for her to turn around. "Let me see you for a moment, as you are, before you remove the remainder."

  Her green eyes widened, but she nodded and began to slowly turn so his eyes could feast on her stunning compact body from every angle. When she did a complete three hundred and sixty degree turn she stopped and stared up at him. She ran her tongue along her lower lip, making him yearn to either kiss her or thrust his aching cock past her glossed lips and into her mouth.

  Stalking over to her, he cupped the side of her face in his hand and frowned when she trembled at his touch. He wasn't sure if the trembling came from fear of him or desire.

  Most likely both and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that. "You are to refer to me as Master or Sir. Are we clear?"

  She nodded and his frown deepened. She was so green and had so much to learn, which spurred the question as to why she was here in the first place. It was a damned good thing he was a patient man.