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her legs wider and bent over further, giving Rory whatever access he needed.
    Last night had been amazing. Having Rory submissive and willing had left Melissa giddy with pleasure. But this…
    Rory mastering her so easily, using his power and strength to take her so forcefully… It was indescribable.
    The way he fucked her was furious, desperate, almost animal-like in its need. And Melissa responded, knowing that she was his, that he could take whatever he wanted, do whatever he wanted and she would submit willingly to this powerful, masterful man.
    Far from feeling cheated, this surrender was empowering. Rory was in control. All Melissa had to do was ride the wave of his lovemaking and let it take her to heights of euphoria.
    And boy, what a ride this was.
    She was adrift in a sea of swirling sensation, barely able to hang onto her fractured thoughts. Her skin burned. Her nerves tingled. Her thoughts were engulfed by this man, her man, and the way his body coupled with hers.
    “Oh god!” she panted. “Don’t stop! Oh god, Rory!”
    Her gasps became squeals loud enough to echo through the house. A moment later they were joined by Rory’s rhythmic, animal grunts and the creaking of the table.
    Then orgasm hit her like an explosion and she shuddered, bliss radiating up to the top of her head and down to her toes.
    After a moment, Rory withdrew and his sudden absence left a chill on her skin. Melissa turned to see him pulling his shirt and shorts back on.
    “I’m sorry, Melissa,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
    “Oh yes you should,” she replied, bending to gather her own clothes from where they lay strewn across the kitchen floor. She sauntered over to Rory and put her arms around his waist, staring up at him. “The best thing about fighting is making up.”
    A half-smile played across his face. He kissed her on the top of the head and extricated himself from her embrace. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going.”
    Without waiting for an answer, he turned and left.
    Melissa stared after him, not sure what had just happened. Was everything okay between them? Was Rory still angry? And if so, why had he fucked her like that?
    Tomorrow, she told herself. He’ll be back tomorrow and we’ll sort it out then.

     
    ***
     
    The next morning Melissa woke early. It was Saturday, Melissa had no chores and had the whole day stretching out before her. A whole day of just her and Rory.
    As she sprang out of bed and got dressed, yesterday’s events played through her head. She had never seen Rory so furious. The sight of his toned body so tense and the command in his voice had been such a turn on. He was so god-damned sexy when he was angry. And what had happened afterwards…
    Rory grabbing her hips, bending her over, burying himself inside her…
    He’d been so strong, so dominant. So amazing.
    But she knew her words to Sarah had hurt him and she regretted that more than anything. Surely he knew she hadn’t meant it? Surely he’d forgiven her rash words? Hadn’t the desperate way he’d fucked her proven that?
    Melissa squashed the uneasiness roiling in her stomach. Everything was fine between her and Rory. It was.
    Yanking open the curtains, Melissa gazed down into the yard, expecting to see Rory already working. But he wasn’t there. The yard was empty.
    Melissa glanced at her bedside clock. 9.15am. So, Rory was a little late. So what? Melissa was sure he’d arrive after breakfast. Of course he would.
    But he didn’t.
    Melissa chewed her cereal woodenly, listening for the tell-tale rattle of the back door that would announce Rory’s arrival. But it never came.
    She began to get annoyed. If he was running late the least he could do was let her know! Was he trying to make her sweat? Trying to get her back for yesterday?
    Well, she’d be damned if she would play his games! Let him sulk like a little boy. There was no way she would go running after him! She’d already apologized. What more did he