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Michael?”
    He groaned , and his hands slid into her hair, cupping the back of her head to tilt it just so.  Olivia thought she might cry if his lips didn't touch hers soon, but she stood quietly as his gaze roamed her face, finally landing on her mouth as his head descended.  She winced as his hand tightened in her hair, and he smiled.
    “ Want me to stop?”
    “ No...”
    Michael groaned and crushed his lips to hers, his tongue slipping inside her mouth to coax her into opening wider.  One of his hands began to move down her body, and she expected him to slide her bra off her arms where it had been hanging loosely for the last few minutes. But instead, he placed the straps gently on her shoulders and reached around her to fasten it.
    A lump of fear lodged in her throat, and she could do no more than whisper a hoarse plea. “Please don't reject me again.”
    Her voice cracked on a sob, betraying her vulnerability to the man she'd vowed would never hurt her again.  Olivia couldn't believe she'd been stupid enough to think he wanted her any more now than he ever had before.
    “I'm not rejecting you. I never really have.  There's so much I don't have time to tell you now. But if, with a clear head, you agree to what I've asked you to do, then you'll understand tomorrow night.”
    “ And if I decide not to play your little game?”
    “ That's up to you.”
    “ Well, I can't consent to something if you won't tell me what I am consenting to.”
    “ Your fears are understandable but unfounded. I can promise you that you will be totally safe and I will do nothing to harm you.  I can also promise you pleasure like you have never experienced before, but only if you give me your trust and completely surrender to my will.”
    Ok ay, so the pleasure bit sounded good. Even the way he said the word made her insides convulse. But surrendering didn't sound like fun. Olivia studied Michael as intently as she could through vision blurred by equal parts of myopia and tequila. He didn't look like the kind of jerk who seemed to think a woman's clitoris was in the back of her throat and that interminable blow-jobs would bring her the same pleasure as they did him.
    “ But what exactly—”
    “ Enough talking for now.  I've got to go, but I need you to promise me one thing.   Can you do that?”
    She nodded, her irritation at him calling the shots as per usual soothed a little by the seductive edge to his voice.
    “When I leave, I want you to crawl naked between the sheets and run your hands all over that beautiful caramel body of yours. I want you to say my name aloud when you slide a finger between your legs. And when you come, I want you to pay close attention to every sensation and know with every fiber of your being that the orgasms I can give you will feel even more incredible, be even more intense, but only if you submit to me completely.”
    The heavy throb in her groin beat harder and faster as his words filtered through the sensual fog engulfing her. The arrogant confidence oozing from his every pore should have offended her, but it didn't. Maybe it was the booze , but she knew with a conviction that was almost evangelical that he spoke the truth.
    “ Will you do as I ask?”
    The hunger in his gaze as he waited for her reply made it clear how much her answer mattered to him. Olivia nodded as a blush scorched her cheeks, the desire to please him almost overwhelming her.
    “Good girl.” I want you to think about what I've said, okay?  I will come by at eight tomorrow evening.”
    Olivia nodded.  “Do you want me to wear anything special?”
    “ I don't want you to wear anything at all.  You can wear a robe to let me in, then come straight up here to your room and take it off. I will follow you up a few minutes later, and I will expect to find you here, your hands placed flat on top of that dresser, and your body open and waiting for me.  And I will expect you to have removed all of your pubic hair.  Is that