if you told me to.â
âWould you really do that for me?â
âYes . . . yes, I would, baby,â he said as her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils. âIâll do anything you tell me to. Just make love to me.â
Samantha gently pressed her lips to his. âIâm sorry, baby,â she panted between passionate kisses. âI didnât mean to hurt you. Make love to me, David. I want to feel you inside me right now.â
With one hand Samantha deftly unzipped Davidâs tented slacks to expose his now pulsing member, and with the other she reached to press a security button under her desk that automatically bolted the door to her office. âMake love to me, David, here, on top of my cathedral.â
Samantha slowly slid her silky hands along the length of his shaft, causing a hushed moan to escape his lips.
âI need you, David. Iâm so glad you didnât listen to me,â she whispered as she manipulated his flesh, which was like a hardening rod of clay. âI know I can be difficult sometimes. I was just afraid you would leave me first. I didnât want to be hurt again the way Hezekiah hurt me. Thatâs why I said those horrible things to you.â
David could hear only the pounding of his heart and the sound of blood rushing from his brain to his extremities. He pulled the bolero jacket from her shoulders, exposing arms so strong they built an empire, yet so soft they felt like the embrace of a gentle breeze.
âI need you inside me,â she panted as she raised her leg to his waist.
Before David could respond, his pants fell to the floor and he felt himself enveloped in her warm, moist flesh. A whimpering gasp escaped his lips without warning.
âFuck me, David,â Samantha moaned as she slid up and down his trembling body.
David stood firm and locked his knees as Samantha consumed his body and his soul. News feeds continued to stream on the monitors behind them. The flashing images, scrolling news reports, and talking ciphers provided a media backdrop to the two writhing bodies. Samantha watched the wall of her images over Davidâs shoulders as she moaned her undying devotion.
Without warning the climactic evidence of his passion violently bubbled to the surface. David leaned forward and braced himself on the glass desk as Samantha intensified her assault. His body shook and his knees trembled from supporting both their weight. With his eyes closed and his mouth clamped tight to prevent involuntary shrieks of ecstasy, David released a torrent of his love for Samantha. The two panted in unison until the rushes of passion subsided.
âYou understand you belong to me now,â Samantha said as David retrieved his pants from around his ankles and tucked in his shirt. âDo you understand what that means?â
David flashed a satisfied smile and said, âItâs all Iâve ever wanted. Yes, I understand, baby.â
âIâm not sure that you do. The world is different up here, David,â she said, looking out over the grounds. âAnd now youâre a part of it. You have to play by a different set of rules. Rules that may sometimes seem . . . contrary to what youâve been taught. But thereâs no turning back now.â
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It was Jasmine Cleavelandâs first night at home after spending twenty-eight days in a drug rehabilitation center in Arizona. The death of her father had caused her to sink deeper into a world of sex, alcohol, and drugs. When she arrived home, she was greeted at the door by Etta Washington, the live-in maid.
âHello, Jasmine,â Etta said from the threshold of the front door as the driver opened the rear door of the black Escalade. âWelcome home.â
âThank you,â Jasmine replied with a smirk. âIs Mother home?â
âYes, dear,â Etta responded politely. âSheâs in the study. She would like to see you before you go to your