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  I was still processing the ‘I’m going down on you’ part of what he’d said.

  “Aleena?”

  I sucked in a breath and then said, “Uh…right now, it all sounds good to me.”

  He chuckled and I felt him kiss my knee.

  Oh, shit.

  “Open your legs.”

  Heat flooded my face and I slowly parted my thighs. I hissed as he pulled me towards the edge of the couch, the sensitive skin of my ass rubbing against the soft material.

  With the blindfold on, everything seemed more intense. It didn’t block out the light, but I was rendered blind nonetheless. His lips slid across my sex, while I was excruciatingly aware of the press of his fingers, even the feel of his knees pressing against my ankles as they dangled near the floor.

  A shocked “Oh…” rolled out of me as he licked me.

  He licked me, the same way he had licked my mouth and my body exploded with sensation. Then he slid his tongue inside, teasing my entrance, going farther. Taunting me while I began to shudder and shake beneath him.

  His teeth scraped over my clit and I cried out in startled, delirious pleasure.

  I tugged and realized belatedly I’d curled my hands in his hair.

  I went to pull them back, but he caught one, guiding it back to his scalp. “Don’t stop,” he muttered against me. “Show me that you want this.”

  Want it? I was trying to figure out how I’d ever existed without this.

  He stiffened his tongue and pressed inside me again, starting to fuck me rhythmic thrusts. I flexed my hips, driving myself against his mouth, blindly seeking the orgasm I already felt building inside me.

  I came hard and fast, and I forgot his order. I cried out his name and would have begged him not to stop, if I’d have the ability to think. But I’d long since lost that. I was still shuddering, shaking, sensation and hunger rolling through me when he pulled away.

  I reached for him, but he caught my hands. “Be still,” he said. His voice was tender, though, almost gentle.

  My hands fell loose to my sides and I lay there, heart pounding. If I’d had the strength, I might have risked another punishment—although maybe it wasn’t much of a risk since the…ah, consequences had been so pleasant. But I didn’t have the strength.

  “Come here,” Dominic said, his voice low, quiet.

  I would have asked, but his hands were on my hips, guiding me further off the edge of the couch. Those long, low cushions came in very handy.

  I heard something tear, smelled something odd.

  “A condom,” he said softly.

  “…do we…um, but you said you were clean…”

  “I am.” His fingers slid against me, distracting me as he continued to speak. “But I always wear one. Any woman I’m with should expect me to wear one—just as any woman should expect her partner to wear one.”

  I tried not to squirm at the idea of him so bluntly discussing his past lovers. “But…” I stammered. I didn’t want a barrier between us. He’d felt so good the last time. “I won’t get pregnant. And I’ve already told you that I’ve only been with the one guy. Why do we need one?”

  “Because we do.” His fingers slid inside me and pressed deep. I gasped as that simple touch sent sensation all but screaming through me.

  “You’re talking, Aleena,” he murmured, bending low and nipping my lip. “This is one topic I’ll excuse—this one time. But disobey me again and there will be punishment.”

  As if to highlight his words, he traced one hand down my hip and slid it under me, cupping my ass. It was both pleasure and pain and I already knew I wanted more.

  “Are we clear?”

  I nodded.

  “Say the words.”

  “Yes, sir.” The affirmation came quickly, without a moment’s hesitation. I’d say anything, do anything to continue feeling this way.

  Then his body brushed mine and the thought of obedience, punishment, pleasure, pain…everything, it all faded away and the only thing that mattered was him. This.

  Instinctively, I reached up to push away the blindfold, but he caught my hands, held them in one hand and guided them overhead. “Not yet, Aleena,” he whispered. “Not yet.”

  His cock pulsed against me as his mouth rubbed against mine, slowly, teasingly. When I tried to kiss him, he shifted his attention to my neck, my ear.

  “Now, you’re allowed to talk. I want to hear you beg. I want to hear you scream.”

  He bit my lower lip and I moaned.

  “That will work, too.”

  I could almost hear the smile in his voice and then he kissed me and I tasted myself on his lips. It shouldn’t have been so erotic. Yet I found myself rocking against him and sucking on his tongue, craving more.

  He lifted his head and said, “You’ll suck on my cock like that. Soon.”

  I lifted my mouth, seeking his.

  “Won’t you, Aleena?”

  “Damn it, Dominic!”

  “Answer the question.” His voice was low, like a growl and his hand tightened around my wrists. “Will you suck my cock like that?”

  “Yes…yes, sir.” I shuddered as I said it, realizing now just how much I’d longed to do just that, to do just this…all of this.

  “Good girl.” He nipped my lower lip. “I’m tempted to sink into that sweet mouth right now, to feel those lips wrapping around me. Later. I want to feel that pussy of yours wrapped around me more.”

  “Yes, Dominic.”

  He passed over me, his sheathed cock slipping against my wetness. I whimpered when he rubbed against my clit.

  “Now,” he said after he’d done that so many times I started to shake.

  He came inside me, driving in deep and hard. The skin on my bottom was sore and my clit felt swollen. Everything was more intense.

  The hand restraining my wrists tightened and instinctively, I tugged against him.

  “Remember how to make this stop,” he said.

  “I don’t want you to stop.”

  “Good.” He pressed his brow to mine, his breaths coming just as quickly as mine. And then he started to move.

  He surged inside me, quick, deep thrusts that made me cry out. My back arched and I struggled to scream, struggled to breathe. Pleasure slammed into me, bombarded me.

  And I begged.

  “Please…please…please…” The word bounced and echoed off the walls and I thought if I didn’t come soon, I’d die. Dominic moved higher on my body and the angle caused his cock to rub directly against my clit and I tensed, locking down around his cock.

  It was too much—

  “Scream for me.”

  I did.

  I screamed until I couldn’t breathe as the orgasm tore through me. Everything dimmed, grayed…and I felt his cock jerk and thicken as he started to come. He roared and continued to thrust, milking everything into me. Slowly, he quietened and slumped, his body coming down to rest on mine. I welcomed the weight and wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him tighter.

  I whimpered.

  Dazed, delighted…stunned.

  Light blinded me and I blinked, realizing he’d taken the blindfold off. He pulled out and I gasped as that movement alone sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through me. He rose, left me—

  I tensed, but he reappeared a moment later, carrying a blanket.

  It was barely big enough for the two of us, but it didn’t matter. He was big and warm and I’d never been so happy in my life.

  But it came crashing to an ugly, grinding halt before the sweat even had a chance to dry on my skin.

  The door unlocked and opened. I barely had a chance to sit up. Dominic’s mother stood in the doorway, staring at us.

  “Damn it, Dominic.” She sighed.

  Mortified, I clutched the blanket to my chest as Dominic shifted around to sit beside me.

  “You know better than to sleep with the help.”

  The help?

  A punch of humiliation slammed in me, so hard and fast I t
hought I’d be sick. Swallowing, I jerked a look at Dominic, but he just stared at his mother.

  Jacqueline St. James-Snow sniffed and flicked me another look. “And really, Dominic, if you were in the mood for something…exotic, you could have found it elsewhere. Why bring it home?”

  “Mom,” Dominic said as his eyes hardened.

  Slowly, I stood up.

  I looked from Dominic to Jacqueline, wrapping the blanket more snugly around me. Before Dominic could say any more, I spoke, “I’m from Iowa, ma’am,” I said, struggling to keep my voice level. “I really don’t think you can consider a small-town girl like me exotic.”

  Then I grabbed my clothes, struggling not to let the tears fall as I hurried into the bathroom.

  Exotic, she’d called me.

  And Dominic had just sat there.

  When I slid out of the bathroom a few minutes later, I darted a quick look his way. He rose and I scanned the room for my purse. I grabbed it along with my coat and hit the door before Dominic could stop me.

  Never again, I vowed as I rode the elevator down to the lobby. I was through with him and the rest of this shitty city. He’d have to find someone else to serve him.

  To be continued in Serving HIM Vol. 3, release June 1st. Click here to get an email as soon as it’s available.

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  Acknowledgement

  First, we would like to thank all of our readers. Without you, our books would not exist. We truly appreciate each and every one of you.

  A big “thanks” goes out to all the Facebook fans, street team, beta readers, and advanced reviewers. You are a HUGE part of the success of the series.

  We have to thank our PA, Shannon Hunt. Without you our lives would be a complete and utter mess. Also a big thank you goes out to our editor Lynette and our wonderful cover designer, Sinisa. You make our ideas and writing look so good.

  About The Authors

  MS Parker

  M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.

  Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.

  Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.

  When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing.

  Cassie Wild

  Cassie Wild loves romance. Every since she was eight years old she’s been reading every romance novel she could get her hands on, always dreaming of writing her own romance novels.

  When MS Parker approached her about co-authoring the Serving HIM series, it didn’t take Cassie many seconds to say a big yes!!

  Serving HIM is only the beginning to the collaboration between MS Parker and Cassie Wild. Another series is already in the planning stages.