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  "Hands stay right there, honey-girl," Liam said as she started to move her hands up his thighs. Hilary pouted at him, even as she felt the tingling between her legs in response to his order. Still, sometimes it did stink when he wouldn't let her touch him, while he touched her as much as he wanted. The growing glow in his eyes as she obeyed made the sacrifice worth it. "Good girl."

  Warm happiness filled her, even as the accolade made her feel all squirmy and hot. Hilary loved being Liam's good girl.

  "Your idea?" she asked, squeezing her hands slightly to keep them in place, when what she really wanted to do was run them all over his body. Of course, she probably wouldn't do that in the bar, no matter how comfortable she'd become with public displays at Stronghold. But she would definitely be touching and teasing him; which is partly why she liked that he'd ordered her not to. Strange little mental trick, but it was true.

  Liam's eyes heated as he looked up at her. "I'm the CEO and your Daddy is in trouble with the company; so he pulled his gorgeous daughter out of college for a day to bring her into work with him and see if she could convince the mean CEO not to fire him."

  "That's dirty, Liam," Hilary said breathlessly, her eyes widening as she shivered with anticipation. It was just like one of the dirty erotic stories that she liked to read; the kind that got her hot even though in real life that kind of situation would be horrifying. Had he been peeking at her e-reader?

  "That's your fault for coming in here looking like a bit bundle of innocence and sex all at the same time," he said, removing one of his hands from her hips and wrapping it around her neck to bring her in for a kiss.

  Now Hilary really had to work to remember to keep her hands where they were, clutching at his thighs. She wanted to reach up and touch his chest, his shoulders; the growing passion as his tongue danced with hers made it so easy to lose herself and forget that she was supposed to be holding onto him. There was just that tiny little voice in the back of her brain that kept her from letting go, that tiny voice that knew he'd be disappointed if she disobeyed him, even about such a small thing.

  His kiss was possessive, passionate, and completely authoritative, taking control of her mouth and tongue and exploring them thoroughly. Hilary always felt like whimpering when he kissed her like this, as if every fiber of his being was focused on the connection between them. The fingers on the back of her neck slid up into her hair, massaging slightly, making her feel even more loose-limbed and melty.

  "Get a room." The playfully jeering voice broke through the steady hum of noise around them and Liam pulled away, leaving Hilary panting and unfulfilled. She glared at Andrew, who just chuckled. "That's cute, sweetheart. You look like an angry puppy, very intimidating. The ruffles are a nice touch."

  She sighed; she could never stay mad at Andrew for long. The charming, teasing smile that he employed was like a deadly weapon, able to shatter women's convictions with a single look. "Thanks. Liam doesn't like them."

  "I didn't say I don't like them," Liam protested mildly, turning his body slightly so that he was facing Andrew as well as her. His hands were now both back on her hips. Since he hadn't told her to stop, she kept her hands right where they were on his thighs. It was little nuances like that which would carry over their play from the bar to the fantasy room. "But they do border on little girl-ish. Makes me feel like a dirty old man."

  "Or like a Daddy Dom. Maybe you should put a diaper on her," Andrew said, his eyes glinting. Hilary made a face. Some of the Daddy Dom stuff seemed kind of nice, but all the aspects of it that looked appealing were things Liam already did. She definitely was not interested in being diapered or actually treated like a child. That was great if someone else did, but the thought definitely didn't turn her on. Even her e-reader didn't have any of those kinds of stories on it.

  "Absolutely not," she said firmly, at the same time that Liam shook his head. She narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend; he didn't have to look so darn amused at the idea. Although at least he was in agreement with her.

  "Just saying, Hil, those ruffles would look awfully cute with a diaper poking out of them," Andrew said, giving her a wink. Liam growled a little under his breath. For some reason, Andrew got a kick out of flirting with her just to get a rise out of Liam. He didn't do it often, but every once in a while he just seemed to be a big ole tease. Kind of funny since she was so not on his level. She'd seen him in a scene once, working over the submissive he'd had tied to the Saint Andrew's Cross. Scary sadist. She'd found his choice of equipment ironic considering what he'd been using it for, he hadn't looked at all saintly. Nope, he'd looked dark and cruel and kind of terrifying.

  Nothing at all like the playful, teasing friend in front of her right now. Even though she knew she shouldn't encourage him, Hilary couldn't help but giggle at his pretend leer. He was just too ridiculous sometimes in his quest to annoy Liam. She didn't know why he'd chosen her to tease so often; he didn't do it with Jessica or Angel, but she didn't mind. Neither did Liam really, it was just a game between the three of them.

  ******

  Glancing up at the clock, Liam felt his blood rush south as he realized that it was about time for them to head up to the Office. He shook his head at Andrew, who was pretending to check out Hilary's legs, while she just giggled and let him. At least she'd kept her hands where she was supposed to.

  "About that room you suggested? It's time we found it," he said, tapping Hilary's hands with his own to let her know that she could move them. Her smile brightened as she looked up at him, sliding out from between his legs. Catching one of her hands in his, Liam laced his fingers through hers as he grinned at Andrew. "Have a good rest of the night... by yourself... behind the bar."

  "Jerk," Andrew grumbled, scowling, but he didn't actually look upset. Liam had noticed that Andrew was spending a lot less time scening lately and a lot more time behind the bar. He wondered if his friend was starting to feel the emptiness of scening with submissives that he didn't actually care about. Well, not as more than friends at least. Out of all of them, he seemed closest to Ellie, but that might just be because she was very clear that she wasn't interested in anything even resembling dating, much less a relationship. Hilary looked concerned for a moment, actually hesitating, but Andrew flashed her a sincere smile. "I'm fine, little girl, go enjoy yourself."

  Since he obviously meant what he said, Hilary relaxed. Liam supposed some guys might feel jealous; he just felt incredibly lucky to have a girlfriend with such a big heart, one that cared about all of his friends as well as him. That sweetness and generosity was a big part of why he'd fallen in love with her and why he was going to ask her to marry him. Since he'd bought the ring earlier that day, he'd actually considered just going ahead and asking her tonight... but he wanted everything to be perfect when he did.

  Tomorrow he was taking her out on a date, almost a practice run for when he did pop the question. They didn't really do a lot of big, romantic nights out, so he didn't want her to immediately know something was up when he took her out for the real deal. This was prep-work, getting her used to the idea of him being more romantic than usual. That, and it was kind of his own little private celebration for having bought the ring.

  He still hadn't actually talked to her father, and he was definitely doing that before he got down on one knee. Not to ask for permission. He knew damn well that even if her Dad said no, he'd still ask Hilary to marry him. She was his. Not that her dad would say no, but Hilary was her own woman and she didn't need anyone's permission to marry him and he didn't need anyone's to ask her. But he would like her father's blessing, and he was pretty sure that Hilary would appreciate the gesture.

  Curving his arm around his gorgeous girlfriend, in her silly ruffled dress that made him feel both dirty and excited, he led her towards the stairs. She might look a bit like a little girl with those frills under her skirt, but she was all woman and she was all his.

  Chapter 2

  Standing Hilary in front of the huge desk in the middle of
the Office fantasy room, Liam strolled around and sat down behind it, enjoying the way she was already looking shifty and nervous. Although she couldn't quite hide the bright gleam of excitement in her eyes too. Liam was willing to bet that his sweet little submissive was already wet and ready, but she enjoyed the game as much as the actual pleasure of sex.

  So did he.

  Leaning back in the chair, he placed his elbows on the armrests and steepled his fingers in front of him. Just beneath the desk was his bag, filled with all sorts of goodies that he could use for tonight, if he chose to. The silent tension between them seemed to increase as he studied her under hooded eyes, making her squirm a bit at his close scrutiny. There was a good chance she was trying to decide whether she should say something, or if that would be considered topping from the bottom and trying to take control of the scene from him.

  He gave her a rather dubious look.

  "So, Ms. Bryant," he said, drawing out her name with a condescending lilt to his voice. Hilary flushed prettily in response. "You think you can convince me not to fire your father?"

  Big eyes widened even further, her lashes fluttering, as she took a deep breath. Her hands dropped down, tugging at her skirt and twitching it between her fingers, making the hem rise and show off the short, frilly layers beneath. Liam's cock twitched, as did the corners of her mouth at her obvious little ploy.

  "I hope so, Sir," she said, in a slightly sultry manner. Liam's cock hardened even further. He usually preferred her to use his name, rather than calling him Sir, but when they were role-playing and she did it, his dick always responded. Those long lashes fluttered again as she looked down, ostensibly at his desk, but also towards the region his groin was. "I'm sure we can come to some kind of agreement... my father just made a small mistake." Now her voice became even more flirtatious, as she looked back at him from beneath hooded lashes, her tongue darting out to moisten her lower lip. Now his cock was rock hard beneath the desk. Damn but she was a seductive little role-play actress. His honey-girl would never act like this herself, but she loved doing it for him in a scene. "I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you."

  "Perhaps I should look at what you're offering before I make my decision. Lift up your skirt."

  The excitement evident on Hilary's face nearly made him shake his head. He wasn't sure when she'd started reading these kinds of books on her e-reader, but he hadn't been able to resist taking a peek one evening when she'd left it out. It was obvious where some of her ideas for scenes between them were coming from, but she did seem to have a penchant for ones where the woman offered her body in exchange for something, and then the man took control. Sweet Hilary and her naughty little fantasies. It turned him on.

  He nearly groaned when she lifted the skirt - and the ruffles - and he could see that she was wearing ruffled panties underneath. Dammit. Her lower lip trembled as she looked worriedly at his face. No matter how many times they had the talk about her not wearing panties to the club, somehow it was the one order she was never very good about following. Maybe because it was such a harmless one. He shook his head.

  "Wearing panties on a seduction? Not great planning, Ms. Bryant. Put your hands on the desk and bend over."

  His girlfriend eyed him nervously as he stood, slowly bending forward at the waist. The ridiculous ruffles made the back of her skirt stick up. It was so short that he was sure he'd be able to see the matching ruffled panties when he walked around to that side of the desk.

  That suspicion was immediately confirmed. Still, he had to admit, there was something salacious about those ruffled panties, completely covering her sweet little ass, peeking out from all the skirt ruffles. Normally Liam made her take the panties all the way down when he punished her for wearing them. This time he decided to pull them down himself, just to the tops of her thighs, so that all the ruffles framed the rounded cheeks of her bottom.

  "Very nice, Ms. Bryant. I can see you have quite a bit to offer me," he said, running his hands over the swells of her bottom, gripping them slightly.

  Hilary wiggled her hips, peeking over her shoulder at him with mischief dancing in her soft brown eyes. "Why thank you, Mr. Brock. I'm so pleased you approve."

  Her tone was almost bratty. He slapped his palm against her bottom, hard enough to sting, and she gasped.

  "However, I do think you need to learn your lesson about covering up your bargaining tools," he said, rubbing the spot where he'd just spanked her. Hilary's head swung back around to a more comfortable position, hanging slightly as she shivered at his touch. "It's a poor negotiating tactic not to actually display what you're offering."

  Slap! Slap! Slap!

  The creamy skin of her bottom pinked nicely under the spanking as he alternated back and forth, just barely hard enough to sting. Hilary wasn't much of a masochist, although she did enjoy just a little bit of pain with her pleasure, and he did like to see her bottom all pretty and pink. The heart-shaped globes looked particularly endearing with their ruffled frame and the pouty lips of her pussy swelling beneath them.

  Moaning, Hilary wagged her bottom, pushing her hips up slightly to meet the blows. She was so good he almost never needed to punish her, not even for fun, so he sometimes wondered if that's why she had her constant underwear rebellion. Just to give him an excuse to spank her a little.

  "Beautiful," he murmured, running his hands over her pink cheeks and squeezing slightly. The breathy moan he got in response went straight to his cock. Fuck he loved it when he made her sound like that. His fingers trailed down to her wet pussy, stroking the creamy folds. "Ms. Bryant, I do believe you enjoyed being spanked."

  "Oh I did, Mr. Brock," Hilary said, arching her back to push her bottom up as if enticing him to do some more. "I have to admit, I wasn't expecting to enjoy helping my father keep his job, but you're just so sexy." Normally very good at maintaining her role, Hilary couldn't stop the little giggle the escaped at her words. Liam snorted too. She sounded just like one of those silly heroines that she loved to read about.

  "I'm glad you're enjoying it... I certainly am," he said. Then he took his finger, slick with her juices and ran it up to her anus, circling the crinkled hole and pressing in gently as Hilary froze. Liam liked to occasionally play with her ass, but it wasn't a constant on their menu and it always startled her when he did. He pushed the tip of his finger into the tight, hot orifice. "You have quite a bit to offer me, I see."

  ******

  Oh my god... is he going to?... does he want...?

  Fear, excitement, anxiety roiled inside of Hilary, heightening her responses as Liam's finger probed deeper. Anal sex was not a hard limit for her, but it was pretty close. She would be willing to try it if he wanted, but it wasn't something that she was excited about.

  Still, the thrilling fear that tonight might be the night that he pushed her limits made her stomach go all flip-floppy and her body tighten with excitement. His finger didn't feel bad, just strange and kind of dirty in a fun naughty way. Liam used anal play sparingly, so that it always left an impression on her. Now she felt just like the woman in the role she was playing; fearful and uncertain, wondering if he was about to take something she hadn't realized she was offering. It was incredibly exciting, because deep down she felt sure that Liam wouldn't take such a step without talking it over first.

  Still, the little curdle of fear in her stomach, the worry that she might be wrong, made it all that much more exciting.

  "Mmm, very nice and tight, sweetheart - no, keep your hands where they are."

  Hilary whimpered as he added a second finger; she'd started to drag her hands back from where they were on the desk, now she froze again. The surface of her bottom felt warm from where he'd spanked her, but that was nothing compared to the burn that came from having her back door stretched. Especially as her muscles clamped down, her body worrying over the possible upcoming assault.

  When his fingers pulled out, leaving her empty, she trembled. Her lower body ached, not sure of what to expect n
ow.

  "Stand up and turn around, Ms. Bryant."

  Relief surged through her, bringing with it a euphoria that was nearly a pleasure all on its own. Her legs felt wobbly as she straightened and turned, her panties still hanging on her legs, her violated bottom throbbing slightly. The possessive, hungry look on Liam's face just made her feel even more shaky and excited; he was looking at her like she was a delicious treat that he wanted to eat up. Her thighs rubbed together, putting pressure on her pussy and making her clit tingle.

  "Hands by your sides," he said, when she started to reach down to pull up her panties.

  Hilary's blush deepened as she realized that her panties were slowly slipping down her legs now that she was standing straight. He wasn't smiling, but she could see the amusement, and the sensual hunger, filling his eyes. Reaching out, he stroked his fingers along her shoulder, trapping her gaze with his own. She felt remarkably like a sparrow, caught in a hawk's path. Even though they’d been together long enough that she was used to his intensity, Liam could still be so darn intimidating sometimes. There was an aura of power about him that seemed to crackle along her skin whenever he took control.

  "You have very smooth skin."

  She couldn't help but smile as he caressed her shoulder, enjoying the way he was staying in character, toying with her. Almost seducing her.

  "Thank you," she said softly, fluttering her eyelashes at him. Then she gasped as his hand unexpectedly dropped and his fingers slipped under the fabric of her dress, touching the soft skin of her breast. Her nipples were already hard, but they seemed to become even more swollen, rubbing against the fabric as it moved, eagerly awaiting his touch.

  Just as suddenly, his hand slid back out and he stepped back, his face becoming impassive.

  "Take off the dress."

  Her hands trembled as they twisted behind her back to undo the zipper. Not because she was scared, although it made her feel more in character, but because she was excited. The panties had slipped down to her knees, the ruffles of the skirt were brushing the sensitive pinked skin of her bottom, and she was about to be totally naked in front of him while he was still clothed. She didn't know why that turned her on so much, only that it did.