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the core.
    With gritted teeth he fought his own hunger to take her like an animal. He reached around and stroked her pussy. She was so wet his fingers slid with no friction. He
    grabbed one of her small hands, placed it between her legs, covering it with his own palm. “Has your cunt ever been this wet?”
    She pressed her ass into his straining cock. “Please, Ethan.”
    Smack. “Answer me.”
    “No,” she cried out. “No, never.” Under his hand, her fingers began to work her clit in a frantic motion, mindless in her quest for release.
    He jerked her hand away and placed it on the wall. Her nails dug into the brick. He unzipped her strapless dress, pushing the fabric to her waist so her breasts were exposed. He skimmed his hands down her back, reached around to find her nipples. Plucked. Squeezed. Twisted.
    Her hips began to undulate to a rhythm all their own. She let out a soft, needy sound. “Please. Please. Ethan. Please.”
    “How bad do you want to get fucked right now?” He rolled the hard buds between his thumbs and forefingers, applying a hard pressure he knew only heightened her arousal.
    She tossed her head, sending her black hair flying to swirl over her shoulders in a dark wave.
    He released her breasts and smacked her ass over and over. “Oh. God. Yes.” She rose onto the balls of her feet again.
    “Answer my question. How bad?” He gritted his teeth. Fought his own desire. The only thought pounding in his brain was owning her. Possessing her.
    “More than—” She broke, sobbed when he flicked her nipples, rubbed over the very tips. “Anything, ever.”
    “Beg me.” The master in him roared to life, overtook him in dark, possessive need. He squeezed one nipple, reached between her legs and thrust two fingers inside her. Her pussy clamped down on him like a vise. “Don’t you dare come, Violet. Not ‘til I’m inside you.” He bit her neck. “Not ‘til I order it.”
    She cried out. “Please. Please, Ethan, fuck me. I’m begging you.”
    It should have been enough. With anyone else it probably would have been, but with Violet it was never enough. “Who owns you?”
    He pressed his cock into the curve of her ass. She met him, rocking against him.
    Pleasure prickled across his nerve endings. “You.”
    He should leave it alone, but he was too far gone and he needed to hear her say it. “Who’s your Master, Violet?”
    Again, her cunt clamped down on his fingers. “You. I promise. You.” “Tell me who owns you?” He reached for his zipper.
    “You do.”
    Frustration had him jerking her by the arm. Say it, damn it. “Turn around.”
    She stumbled around, pressed her back to the brick wall to steady herself. Breath harsh, her skin flushed, hair a wild, damp mass around her face, she looked so fuckable. Custom designed to drive him mad.
    The only thing that stopped him from giving in was the bone-deep certainty that winning this power struggle would mean he’d won her. Calmed by the thought, it gave him back the ounce of control he needed to see this through. With a slow, deliberate hand he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, releasing his cock. He watched her face, pleased when her eyes widened. He fisted the shaft and stroked down the length of his erection. “You want it?”
    She licked her lips, nodded. “Then tell me who owns you.”
    Her smooth brow wrinkled. “I said you.”
    “Who am I?” He slipped a condom out of his pocket. He kept up a slow rhythm, pressing on the underside of the head with his thumb on the upstroke to stave off the need to erupt. When was the last time he felt this way? This alive and excited? He
    couldn’t remember if he ever had, but Violet reminded him of all the reasons he’d gotten into this lifestyle to begin with.
    “Ethan.” Her eyes darted away as she raised her hands above her head and stretched out her body. A sub trick—testing his resolve, testing her own.
    “Try again.”
    She blew out her breath, met his gaze and