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panties. She had a brief feeling of déjà vu and wondered if
he was going to chain her to the radiator again like last time.
Dawson took a step back and looked her up and down, his pupils
dilating as he licked his lips to moisten them. “Do you have any
idea just how beautiful you are, you tantalizing little bitch.” His
hands came up to cup her breasts and Zoe leaned into his embrace
wantonly. She had been craving his touch since the last time she
was here, but only now would she admit that fact to
herself.
     
    Dawson pinched at her nipples through
her bra, making them hard and push against the lace in an eager
attempt to get more attention. His mouth took the place of one of
his hands and he suckled at her greedily while his other hand
followed the contour of her hips and then reached for the heat
between her legs.
     
    Instinctively, Zoe’s hands went to his
head, but Dawson had anticipated her and his hands came up to
capture her wrists, putting them behind her back and securing them
both in one of his large palms.
     
    “Did you learn nothing the last time
you were here, Zoe? Did I or did I not tell you that you were to do
nothing unless I specifically instructed you to?” His mouth
returned to her breast and his teeth bit down on her aching nipple
making her gasp at the pleasurable pain he inflicted.
     
    “I’m sorry.” Zoe’s voice was husky and
breathless. “I thought that was just for then. I didn’t know it
would apply now.” Although in retrospect she should have
known.
     
    As she finished apologizing, Dawson
abruptly stood up and released her, leaving her swaying on unsteady
legs as she felt a sense of immediate loss. She didn’t say another
word as she watched him move across to his desk and quickly and
efficiently clear everything off the top of it. In no time at all
he was back in front of her, taking her hand and leading her to his
desk.
     
    Turning her around, Dawson’s arms went
around her body and undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to
the floor without a second thought. Zoe held his gaze as his
fingers slid beneath the waistband of her panties and he pushed
them down over her hips, letting them slide unaided down the length
of her legs to pool at her ankles.
     
    For the first time, Zoe was completely
naked in front of him, but rather than feel shy or self-conscious
she felt a sense of exhilaration and excitement. She watched as he
took a half step backwards so that he could look her up and down
with an appreciative glint in his eyes, and she raised her chin a
notch.
     
    “Perfect.” He let out the
single word almost as though he was talking to himself, but Zoe
felt a flush of pleasure run through her. You’re more than a kinky freak; you’re a bloody kinky
nymphomaniac freak. She pushed the voice
aside and made a mental note to just replay the words over and
examine them later on when she was alone.
     
    “Get on your back on the desk, Zoe.”
There was no ‘please’, but Zoe wouldn’t have expected one anyway.
She knew that she was here to do what he told her to do and not
what he asked her, and she was strangely okay with that. She felt
safety self-conscious as she climbed up onto the leather bound desk
but she pushed her nerves to one side and turned over so that she
was lying on her back with her feet dangling over the
edge.
     
    Dawson walked to the foot of the desk
to where her feet were, and then he used his hands to part her
legs, stepping between them with his hands on her hips. Zoe watched
through hooded eyes as he looked up and down her naked, trembling
body, and she had to physically stop herself from writhing on top
of the desk. If she felt like this now, what was she going to feel
like once he’d finished with her, she wondered. It was almost as
though the slightest touch from him was going to bring her to
orgasm, and she was literally craving him almost like a drug addict
craving their next fix.
     
    Placing his fingertips on her
collarbone, Dawson