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  freshly-waxed pussy, to her trim waist, my eyes lingering on the little piercing she has in her navel. I take in her bare breasts, sized perfectly to fit in each of my hands. I have to resist the overwhelming urge to reach out and see if they really are just the size of my palms. Her pale pink nipples are as hard as rocks, little circle beads practically begging to be stroked by my tongue.

  I'm practically salivating at the mere thought of putting my mouth on them. My cock jumps, the memory of my dick pressed up against her smooth wetness only minutes ago still very fresh in my mind.

  "Can I help you, James?" she asks casually. She stands there with an absolutely triumphant expression on her face because she knows she has me.

  She wants me to be completely taken with her, the way any red-blooded male would be when confronted with a woman like her standing naked in front of him. She wants me to pick her up and close the door behind me and fuck her.

  But that's exactly what I'm not going to do. A girl like her is used to getting her own way, all the time, from everyone.

  The hell if she's going to get it from me like that.

  Even if all the blood in my body has rushed straight to my cock, at least I can think clearly enough to realize that.

  "I had an urgent security matter to discuss," I tell her.

  She smiles smugly, raising her eyebrows as her gaze flickers down to my pants, where I know she can see that I'm hard as a rock. "Oh?"

  I step inside the bedroom without closing the doors behind me. I need to leave the doors open, because hell if I'm going to be able to resist her without knowing that someone could come down that hallway at any moment and discover us.

  That, and her recklessness makes me want to be reckless too.

  I stand in front of her, so close that her nipples touch my shirt. But I don't touch her. I just lean close to her ear and whisper "I told you what was going to happen if you kept calling me James."

  She nods. "I think you said the punishment would be worse than what you just did in the library." Her voice is thick and breathy. "To which I say, then I'm ready for my punishment, James."

  "Is that what you want, princess?" I ask, my breath catching in my throat. Bending her over like that in the library – cuffing her like that –was insane.

  I've never done anything like that to a girl before. I've never felt that kind of need before. I've never been spun up and annoyed and so fucking hard for a girl like that before.

  Having her breathless, cuffed, and completely at my mercy, her orgasm totally mine to give, should make me feel terrible, shouldn't it? A good man wouldn't be hard as a rock at the thought of making a woman like this submit.

  She whimpers. "I'm a very bad girl."

  She wants me to spank her. She wants me to bend her over and tie her up and fuck her, but I can't do any of those things, because she's demanding it. Instead, I hold strong. I whisper in her ear. "My name, princess."

  A slow grin spreads across her face as she slides her palm over my hard cock. "You don't really care about the whole name thing," she says softly. "Do you? It's really just a silly little thing."

  I grip her wrist, stopping her from doing what she's doing with her hand. "I do," I tell her. "All you have to do is say it."

  She sighs. "You're no fun."

  "I'm lots of fun," I tell her. My lips brush her ear, and the smell of her shampoo is intoxicating. "But you don't get to come until you say it."

  She laughs. "You're so stubborn."

  "Pot, meet kettle."

  She steps back a foot or so, her expression defiant. Sliding her palm across her abdomen, her fingers go lower until they dip between her legs. I take a deep breath as she touches herself. "Well, then, I guess you'll have to watch."

  I do.

  I watch for a moment as she fingers herself – until I think my cock is going to explode right then and there. I watch until I'm on the verge of picking her up and carrying her to the bed because I don't fucking care about what the hell she calls me. I watch until she's on the verge of coming, her lips parted and her breath short.

  I won't be able to contain myself if she comes.

  So I walk to her, pulling her hand from between her legs. Her eyes go wide as I bring her fingers to my mouth. Her wetness is intoxicating, sweet and perfect, and I silently curse myself for tasting her because now I only want her more. "No, princess," I growl. "No touching yourself. No fingers. No vibrators. Nothing goes between your legs except me. You can come when I give you permission to come."

  Her eyes go wide. "You are completely insane."

  "It's just one word, princess," I say, turning to leave. "One simple word."

  I take one final look at her naked body, because chances are she's going to come to her senses by tomorrow and decide to never let me see that naked body ever again. Then I close the bedroom door behind me.

  The other security guy is just returning from his break, walking down the hallway in my direction. He chuckles at my very clear boner. "She's hot, eh?"

  I don't know what comes over me. I push him up against the nearest wall. "She's the princess," I say gruffly. "You speak about her like that again and I'll report you. Understood?"

  I let go of him before I hear his answer and make a beeline for my room where I have to immediately drop my pants. I stroke myself, thinking about her naked. I think about coming all over her bare ass in the library and remember the way she moaned when I touched her. I think about how fucking wet she was for me, how willing and perfect.

  I think about all of the things I want to do to her, about all of the ways I want to debauch this girl, and when I do, I come hard.

  20

  Alexandra

  "Why are you so cranky?" Albie asks, coming up behind me and throwing his arm around my shoulder.

  "Fuck off," I tell him, stepping away. I'm cranky because of all the pent-up sexual tension between Max and I, not to mention the fact that I haven't been able to make myself come since he told me I wouldn't come without him. It's completely ridiculous, too. It's not like I've ever had trouble doing exactly the opposite of what someone tells me to do; I even tried touching myself last night. I slid my fingers between my legs and … nothing. So, I'm a little bit tense. But it's not as if I'm going to tell my brother any of that. "You're messing up my dress."

  Albie laughs. "Who pissed in your coffee? You weren't out late partying, since we're at the summer house now and there's literally nothing to do here all summer long. So I assume it's not that. Are you still mad about having to come out here?"

  "I was never mad about having to come to the summer house," I huff. "I used to like it out here."

  "That was before you became a regular on the club scene."

  No, that was before Mom died.

  I stick out my tongue at him. "Don't you have someplace else to be? Like humping your stepsister?"

  Albie's face goes white. "There's no humping going on." He grabs my hand and drags me into the nearest room, like we're kids again trying to keep secrets from our parents. "Seriously, what gave you that idea?"

  I cock my head and look at my brother like he's an idiot, because really he's a complete idiot. "Are you joking?"

  "No," he says. "There's nothing going on."

  "Okay, um, first of all, I have eyes."

  "Really."

  "I'm not blind. I can see what's happening. I don't know why you don't just come out with it, already. At least to me. I am your sister, after all."

  "You're seeing things."

  "Yep, totally. Like the vibrator that rolled along the floor in the pool house."

  Albie narrows his eyes. "You knew what that was," he realizes.

  I put my hand on his shoulder. "I understand you want to treat me like your kid sister, but you do realize that I'm old enough to have seen a vibrator before. And that little egg that fell on the floor? Definitely a vibrator. I'm guessing it was one of those remote-controlled things, and you shoved it up Belle's twat –"

  "I'm not listening,