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the red corset back onto the rack. “Just what is that?”
    Bart eased the lingerie over his arm and turned to face her, crowding her space and lowering his head. When his lips were close to hers, he finally spoke. “Because you actually would enjoy the challenge, my hard…training and…savage fucking.”
    Exhaling, she kept her eyes locked onto his. As her arm snapped out, her aim on target, he grabbed her hand, wrenching her wrist. “Fuck you.”
    “Don’t you ever…try and strike…me again. Is that clear?” Pulling her to him, he could smell the wetness between her legs, see the outline of her hard nipples. She wanted him.
    The look on her face growing dark, she tilted her head back and tugged her hand. “Don’t.”
    “You know what you want as well as what you have to have in your life. You have a very clear understanding of what needs to happen. You’re a woman lost to the longing to be owned. Aren’t you?”
    Jessie opened her mouth as if to answer then looked away.
    Bart gripped her chin, forcing her to look in his direction.
    She hissed and pulled away.
    “Don’t fight me, Jezebel. You are a submissive and I am a Dom, one much better suited for you.”
    “My God how arrogant. You really need to tell me that. As if I didn’t figure out what you’re trying to be. As if I didn’t get the fact you have no clue about who I am,” Jessie cooed.
    “Trying?” His anger flared. The woman had balls. Bart was more than intrigued. As he studied her face, the way her eyes showed how much defiance she had in her, he was ready for the challenge.
    “Yeah. Trying. You have no understanding of anything but the size of your cock. You think you understand women but you’re just a typical man. Certainly not a Dom.” Jessie laughed.
    “And you and I know better.” The words hung in the air. He wanted nothing more than to force her to obey him, push her down onto all fours. The thought was overpowering. Sweat beaded across his forehead and for a few seconds the vision of what he wanted to do to her - what he would do to her infiltrated his mind. “You want. You need. You refuse to take second best in a man who will own you, collar you, enslave you.” He loved the antics and the way her body was responding. He also craved the attention. They were attracting a group of women who had to see what he was going to do. There were so many thoughts – so many desires. He could fuck her right here and he suspected she’d fight him, but in the end his dick would slide into her pussy and she’d moan for more. Beg for a hard fuck like all women hunger. What they all needed.
    Jessie snorted. “And you have no idea how to be a decent Dom,” Jessie hissed through clenched teeth as she took two strides backwards.
    He yanked her forward by her wrist and brushed his lips across her chin before whispering in her ear. “Don’t fight me. Do not ever fight me.”
    Every step calculated, he walked them both backwards and just out of sight to the crowd of curious gawkers. The last push was hard enough she grunted as he shoved her against the wall. Wrapping his hand around her throat, he tilted her head back, his fingers digging into her flesh. “You will never try and tell me what to do or even suggest. You may not believe I’m the only man who can handle a woman like you, opinionated and so completely untrained, but you soon will. You’re going to beg me one day to take you. Fuck you. On that day I’ll shout in glee just before I lock you in my cage.” Bart could tell he had her attention.
    Jessie winced but kept her eyes locked on his. When she smiled and stood taller she slid one hand down to his crotch, cupping and squeezing.
    Bart held the stance, refused to move his hand until she twisted and he moaned. Breaking the hold he growled. “One day you and I will share a bed.”
    “Over my dead body.”
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    One day you and I will share a bed. “Never going to happen,” Jessie whispered. Shivering, she checked her