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going to have to figure out how to make this work for us, aren’t we?”
    “Yes, Sir. That’s what I want.”

Chapter Ten
     
    Ross laced his fingers through Loren’s and led her to the bedroom, leaving her standing near the end of the bed. Loren’s heart raced, fear and love and excitement mixing and melding and becoming a delicious, sexy haze clouding her mind and making her clit throb and her juices flow.
    Then Ross pointed at the floor and snapped his fingers.
    Loren sank to her knees, her eyes on him.
    His smile twisted her heart around his soul. Anything he wanted, she’d do it. She trusted him.
    At any time before now, he could have easily seduced her, taken advantage of her, and he hadn’t. He had never harmed her.
    And, instinctively, she knew he would rather die than harm her.
    He stepped over to her and her face was at cock level. The bulge in his jeans was perfectly positioned, she could nuzzle it, if she wanted to.
    He stroked her hair, eventually gathering a handful of it in his left hand, tenderly fisting it, not hurting her, but definitely in control.
    “Unfasten my jeans, baby,” he said. “Take it out.”
    With trembling hands she did, wanting to not mess this up, wanting to please him.
    He made a soft, low sound when her fingers touched his flesh, his cock rigid as she fished it out of his briefs. She wanted to immediately engulf it with her mouth, but his hand in her hair prevented that.
    “Just open your lips, baby. You let me drive. Keep your hands palms-down on your thighs.
    She complied, waiting.
    He smiled down at her. “My good girl.”
    She knew from that moment on that, besides his sexy smile, she’d do anything to hear him coo those three words.
    Three. Little. Words.
    With just the tip of his cock between her lips, she flicked her tongue against the head, along the slit, tasting salty pre-cum. She wanted more, wanted it all.
    Another low hiss escaped him. “I don’t want to blow, baby. Take it slow. Take it easy.”
    He took his time sliding his cock into her mouth, holding her in place by the hair. She didn’t miss the fact that he was careful, gentle, going slow, not wanting to gag her on it.
    His eyes never left hers. “There might be times where I make you kneel there and give me a long, slow blow job, baby. You going to be okay with that?”
    She couldn’t nod her head very much, but she hoped he understood yes, she was really okay with that. She wanted this, wanted him .
    With his free hand, he stroked her hair. “There might be nights where I get home, and all I want is to sit down with my cock in your mouth while I stare at you. Or I might tie you up and fuck you until you come so many times you beg me for mercy. Or I might put you over my lap and spank that gorgeous ass of yours until it’s nice and pink before I bend you over the bed and fuck you silly. You going to be okay with that, baby?”
    She couldn’t speak with his cock down her throat, so she nodded,
    He smiled, playful, tender. “I need this not just to be in charge, but so I can protect you. Take care of you. I want you to be your own person, strong, able to take care of yourself when I’m not around. But when we’re together, I’m in charge. You follow me, you let me take care of you. I slay the dragons. It’s not just about ordering you around. It’s about all of it. It means I make a promise to you, for life, to always take care of you. Protect you. This isn’t just a one-sided you give and I take deal.”
    He withdrew his cock until just the tip remained between her lips. Desperately, she licked and sucked at it, trying to get him to let her work on it again. All she wanted to do was please him.
    Yes, he’d protect her. He had protected her. If she hadn’t gone to that party, that night wouldn’t have happened.
    But that wasn’t his fault.
    And he’d made things right.
    Caressing her cheek with his free hand, he smiled down at her. “Unless it’s cold, baby, or we have guests, you stay