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jaw and the set of his shoulders altered his body language; altered his very presence.
    “Strip!” he said the word as a command, his voice a deep rasping growl. “Now!”
    Celia’s eyes flashed with a spark of surprise and shock. Jack Stone was suddenly a very different man.
    Her first instinct was to resist. Her second instinct was to question. But she saw the look in Stone’s eyes and felt a sudden clench of warm desire somewhere deep down in the pit of her stomach. She began to unbutton her blouse.
    It was sheer, transparent fabric. Celia undid the last button and slipped it off her shoulders. She draped the blouse over the back of a chair and stood for a moment uncertainly.
    “The bra?”
    “Yes,” Stone said. “And the slacks. Keep your panties on.”
    Celia nodded. She unclasped her bra and slid it off her shoulders. Her breasts were not large. They were firm and pointed. A sudden rash of goose bumps tingled along the length of her arms and she felt her nipples hardening. She closed her eyes. She could almost feel Stone’s gaze upon her and she sensed the first stir of his interest. She felt for the button and zipper of her slacks. Tugged the pants over her hips and slid them down her thighs.
    She was wearing brief pink pant ies. Maybe satin, or maybe silk. Stone wasn’t sure. They were cut high and trimmed with delicate lace.
    “Turn around.”
    Celia turned. Felt his eyes burning on her skin. Felt the clench of her own body’s wicked arousal grip tightly within her.
    “Turn back.”
    She turned back to face him again. Then she lifted her head and stared at him with sudden bold defiance and bravado, refusing to let her embarrassment burn her cheeks bright red.
    There was a tense tight silence. Stone’s eyes slammed into her as his gaze striped down every inch of her body. He smiled grimly and prowled closer. Celia sensed the raw energy of him arc towards her like an electric current. She felt frozen in place. She didn’t dare to move. He was close – so close that she sensed the raw masculine menace he exuded like a cologne. Stone reached out and cupped the soft smooth shape of her femininity within his hand. Celia gasped in shock. His hand was possessive, demanding – as though he was casually taking hold of something that belonged to him.
    Celia felt a tremble of arousal and excitement start in the back of her knee, and shake uncontrollably.
    “Spread your legs – and lower your eyes,” Stone said, whispering the words in her ear with such menace that Celia obeyed him instinctively.
    “Think of yourself as my property for the next twenty-four hours,” Stone said. “Consider yourself just a mouth and breasts and a tight wet body for me to use when I want, and how I want. There is no time for us to form a relationship, or to build the emotional bonds needed to create trust – so let’s just keep this physical. You belong to me. I own you. You will obey my every command, and you will spend every moment thinking of ways you can pleasure me. Use your imagination. Fill it with images of you surrendering yourself to me, and of me taking you.”
    As Stone spoke, Celia felt herself responding to the sound of his voice, the primal magnetism of him, and the slow gentle slide of his fingers along the moist folds of her sex through her panties. She could feel her heart pounding within the cage of her ribs. She could feel her nipples begin to ache, and the rising tide of her wet excitement. She could feel the trembles of her desire rising up her thighs so that she felt she was shaking like a woman in the grips of a fever.
    “Nod once if you understand.”
    Celia nodded. A chill ran through her – and then a rush of sudden, unexpected warmth. Never had she felt so aroused. It was so strong, so overpowering. She was aware of the dark intensity of his eyes as they burned into hers, and the insistent torture of his fingers across the heat between her legs.
    “Good girl,” he said, and his voice became