A stranger who wanted her. Who thought she was a beautiful, lush woman.

"Didn't you hear me?" she taunted. ''I'm sorry. Very, very sorry' This time, he couldn't mistake her intent. Jack swept her up into his arms and carried her over to a long suede couch in the back corner of the room. "Be careful" she said without thinking. "Don't hurt your back:'

Jack's eyes burned with desire. "Now you're really going to get it."

Rose shivered under his gaze. Strangely, the thought of being at his mercy made her wetter, hungrier for his touch.

But she didn't have time to dissect that crazy thought, because the next thing she knew, she was lying face down across his lap and her dress was up around her waist.

Surely he expected some kind of protest from her, didn't he?

Rose tried to think of something provocative. What would Vanessa say in a situation like this? But all she could summon was a moan of ecstasy.

Because Jack was running his finger slowly up the inside of her thigh.

She felt the huge bulge of his penis beneath her stomach. She ached to touch it, but she could barely remember how to use her hands.

"My God, Rose' he said, his voice husky and deep, "you're more beautiful than I could have imagined' He slipped a finger into her panties, and Rose stopped breathing.

He was less than an inch from her pu**y lips and she was aching for him to touch her, to slide one of his thick fingers into her.

"Touch me, Jack' she begged, not recognizing the desperate voice that rang out in the studio. But instead of caressing her between her legs, Jack remembered his original intent.

Of the promise he'd made to punish her.

"I've got to discipline you first' he said as he pulled his fingers out from her panties.

Rose's body answered his warning with another flood of arousal. Slowly, so slowly she wanted to scream, he pulled her panties off. She felt the cool air on her naked butt cheeks, and it was nearly enough to break the spell, for her to ask herself what she was doing lying half naked on a stranger's lap. But then Jack's palm came down on her skin, softly, so softly that she could barely feel it.

She found herself raising her hips, pressing herself back into his hand.

"You like that, don't you, Rose?" he said, and as she whispered, "Yes," she felt him grow bigger against her stomach.

"Harder' she begged.

His hand came down again, with slightly greater force this time, and Rose gasped with pleasure. And then again and again, never hard enough to hurt, never as hard as she so desperately wanted it. But she wasn't disappointed, because with each stroke of his hand on her flesh, his fingers slid closer to the place she so desperately needed him to touch.

All thoughts of modesty, decency completely gone, Rose wriggled her bottom up, trying to get him to take his spanking further.

"Have you learned your lesson, Rose?" Jack asked, and she thought his voice sounded tight, desperate even.

Her soul had been possessed by lust, and so she said, "Not yet' knowing that his hand would come down on her again, harder this time, prolonging the delicious torture. "Touch me, Jack' she cried. "Touch me now:' His fingers slipped in and out of her, first one, then two And then he found the hard nub of her arousal and the best orgasm of her life hit her like a tidal wave, pulling her under, making her gasp for air. She couldn't think, she could only feel. And everything she was feeling was so good, so pure, so real. Sex had never been like this. It had never been so elemental.

The naughty girl inside of her that had just come alive exploded into a million pieces, was more like it-made a silent prayer to Jack to continue to sweep her up in his spell. She didn't want to have to think. She didn't want to wake up from this moment and be afraid. Of everything that she'd learned to be afraid of when it came to men. And sex.

Fortunately Jack seemed to have ESP, because without pause he repositioned them both so that Rose's back was pressed against the softness of the cushions on the suede couch. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and one of her ni**les had popped out of the bodice of her dress.

Somewhere in the back of her brain she knew that under any other circumstances she would have been horrified by her behavior. But nothing since the moment she'd laid eyes on Jack could be considered normal. "Magical" was the only word for it.

Suddenly Rose believed in all the wonderful, mysterious things the accountant in her had been trained to deny.

JACK HAD NEVER BELIEVED IN LOVE at first sight. Or, rather, at first orgasm. But when Rose fell apart across his lap, her sweet, juicy ass red from his hand print, her cunt so wet from her arousal, he could have sworn that something inside him had been about to burst too. Something more than just his cock. The thought of entering her was enough to send a huge spurt of pre-come into his boxer shorts. Still, the new emotion he was feeling toward this breathtaking woman he'd known less than thirty minutes colored everything in a new light.

Right now lust took precedence, and he thrust aside all thoughts of tender emotions. He wanted to watch Rose come all over again, on his fingers, on his tongue, as he slipped inside her wet heat. But first, he wanted to taste her.

Over the years he'd developed his palate to the point where he could detect the slightest nuance of flavor. A hint of rosemary. A touch of virgin olive oil. A dusting of lemon.

Jack knew without a doubt that Rose would be sweet. So sweet. Jack wanted to stare at Rose, lying so provocatively on the couch gazing up at him, forever. But he couldn't resist leaning down and kissing her forehead, her cheek, her chin. He dipped into her mouth. His tongue mated with hers, and he couldn't keep from pressing against her. She groaned as his hard-on pressed between her legs.

"I'm too heavy for you' he said, trying to force himself to leave her softness. It would kill him, but he was man enough to do it.

"No. God no' she said as her fingers dug into his hips. She pulled him against her, and even though he hadn't so much as taken off his belt, his c**k settled deeply against her. "You feel perfect' Something flashed in her eyes, and then she placed his hand on the perfect rosy nipple that had escaped her dress during her much-deserved spanking. "This feels perfect' Jack ran his thumb over the tightly budding point, and her eyes fluttered closed.

She hadn't seen perfect yet.

Jack nibbled on her earlobe, and she pressed her breast into his palm, her cunt into his cotton-covered cock. His words were barely a whisper. "I want you to keep your eyes closed he said. Rose bit her bottom lip as if she was trying to decide whether to agree with him or not.

"No matter what happens, no matter what I do to you, do not open your eyes