Embraced by Lora Leigh

and stood aside patiently.
    She hugged Ella quickly.
    “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
    She jumped from the car before she could
change her mind, striding purposely into the hotel, refusing to look back.
     
    “You know, if stubborn had a name, it would
be Marey.”
    Marey froze in the act of securing the
hotel door and turned slowly.
    Sax.
    Well, this explained why James had the
chauffer drive around aimlessly while Ella argued with Marey.
    “Boy, when they say Trojans stick together,
they mean it,” she snorted. “How much did you have to bribe the concierge to
arrange this one?”
    The hotel was the best in the city,
security had always been exemplary.
    “Delacourte/Conover holds an account here,”
he informed her, his voice cool. “The owner also happens to be a member of The
Club.”
    She snorted at that. She should have
figured that one out on her own.
    She stood silently, her hands fisting in
the loose material of her dress as she stared back at him.
    He stood in the center of the room, his
feet braced apart, his head tilted as he watched her, his eyes dark and
brooding.
    “If you’re finished being pissed, we can go
back to the house now,” he said patiently.
    Her teeth snapped together angrily.
    “Can you get any more arrogant?” she
snapped. “Maybe I don’t want to go back.”
    “And maybe you like to lie to both of us
too damned much,” he suggested silkily, moving to her, slow, relaxed, his steps
stalking.
    She wasn’t going to run from him, she
promised herself. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Or was that, deny
herself the satisfaction? She was as sick as Ella and the others.
    “You know, Marey,” he whispered, his voice
soft, dangerous. “It occurs to me that somewhere, somehow, you’re going to have
to trust someone. Trust starts here and now. Bend over on the bed.”
    She gaped back at him.
    “Excuse me?”
    He shook his head slowly. “Excuses are
over. Bend over, baby. Now…”
    Running from him wasn’t going to work. She
had admitted that while she was arguing with Ella. It was useless. He was her
weakness, the one she feared most, and was most helpless against. She moved
slowly to the bed, licking her lips nervously at the determined, dominant glint
in his eyes. Her pussy was heating, dampening, her breasts swelling in
anticipation. Perv, she accused herself. But she moved to the bed, gave him one
last nervous glance then bent over slowly.
     
    “There’s a good girl.” Marey knelt on the
bed, her rear in the air as Sax slid the last inches of a butt plug slowly into
her ass nearly half an hour later.
    She was stretched, burning. Her hands were
clenched in the comforter as she fought to breathe through the sensations, to
think past the dazed sexuality that filled her.
    “You’re going to wear that until we get
home,” he whispered as his hand smoothed along the curves of her butt. “Then
I’m going to fuck you. While your ass is filled with that plug, and you’ll be
ready for me, Marey. So wet and so ready that when I slide inside your tight
cunt you won’t be able to stop screaming.”
    She believed it. She was going to scream
now.
    “Come on, stand up for me.”
    He helped her from the bed, drawing her up
until she faced him, swaying, the muscles of her ass clenching around the fiery
width of the dildo penetrating her.
    She stared up at him, trembling,
increasingly aware of the stuffed depths of her rear, and the aching emptiness
of her pussy.
    “Ready?” He held out his hand for her, a
small smile quirking his lips.
    “I don’t know if I can walk.” She swallowed
tightly, attempting to still the tremors racking her body.
    “Yeah, you can.” His hand smoothed over her
rear. “Slow and easy. And let it feel good.”
    She snorted sarcastically. “I’m going to
get off just walking, Sax. This is cruel and unusual treatment.”
    “No, you won’t. You’ll just wish you could.”
He chuckled as he drew her to the door. “And just think how good it’s