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stop yelling at me and listen for half a second! Mostly, all of those things just surprised me. I am not used to men I don't know hauling me into their laps and kissing me." Michael's eyes had turned almost black with rage. "But when he put his arms around me I didn't want him to keep me there like I do with you. When he hauled me into his lap I didn't feel like some treasured kitten like I do with you. When he kissed me I didn't want to purr like I do when I am kissing you." She didn't have to tell him about how she was feeling right now. She didn't feel like purring, damn the man, she wanted to roar. Her blood was screaming through her veins. This wasn't the fluttering she had felt around him other times. He was not leaving here without at least understanding how she felt about him. Hell, at this point would it be asking too much for him to clarify his feelings for her.
    She punctuated this thought by dropping into his lap. She reached under his still damp shirt and started stroking his chest and stomach. He grabbed her wrists and held them with one of his hands. He cradled the back of her head with the other and crushed his mouth to hers. His tongue raked her teeth, her lips, captured her tongue, and left her breathless. She gasped when he ended the kiss. His eyes were still dark but it wasn't rage she saw there now.
    "So my little kitten, you like to be handled, don't you?"
    "Only by you" her voice came out barely a whisper. She wasn't sure what he was asking of her but he sounded so strong and she suddenly felt so small.
    "Should I pet you, my little kitten, till you purr contentedly or should I train you to do as you are told so I never have to endure seeing you in someone else's arms." She could feel her eyes go round with surprise while a wave of heat swept over her and settled hot and wet between her legs. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. He forced her to her feet as she regained her speaking voice.
    "Wh-What do you mean training?" Her body pulsed just saying it. Her knees were already weak and her head was buzzing like she'd had too much champagne. The realization that she would willingly be putty in his hands both scared and thrilled her. She noticed she was rubbing her thighs together to assuage the ache between them a second after Michael did.
    "Oh no, kitten, there will be no relief unless it is from me." He rolled forward till he was right on top of her. She hadn't realized how tall he was. If he had been standing he would have been over six feet tall. She gulped at how close he was and the look on his face. She wanted to run but only if he'd chase her. She realized she wasn't afraid of him but what she was feeling. She understood he would never hurt her. She couldn't stop herself from trembling though it had nothing to do with fear.
    She jumped when she felt his fingers on the backs of her thighs. At first it was a gentle caress. Swirling touches that moved from the back of her knees up under the hem of her skirt and then higher. He was weaving a spell, she felt her spine go soft, it became harder to keep her eyes open, even her mouth became soft.
    She was so caught up in the sensations, she didn't realize Michael had moved his hands higher till he yanked her panties down to her ankles. "Step out of them and hand them to me." he demanded. She started to protest but he cut her off. "Talking back will be punished. Now give them to me." She handed him her panties and felt the cool air on her wet sex. She felt drugged but knew that anything she was doing was what she chose to do. "From now on you will not wear these things around me, unless I tell you to. If you think I am kidding, you're wrong and I will be checking." She wanted to ask how but didn't want to interrupt.
    She knew her face was bright red as her cheeks burned. "That's my good little kitten. Now should I pet you? Will you purr for me?" he didn't wait for her response but started caressing the back of her thighs again. The same sensations