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  He moved slowly, but Amber was already beyond control. She felt herself bucking beneath him, her back arching. She could feel the moans growing and escaping her as the pressure built in her core. She was having a hard time keeping her head still. Hunter increased his pace, each thrust now harder and more intense.

  The pressure intensified. Amber lost control, her head whipping side to side as she moved frantically. She was approaching a cliff and about to fall off. And then her body jerked violently as a huge orgasm tumbled over her. But the sensation didn't stop there. Hunter continued to rock against her, stretching out her orgasm.

  Hunter clenched her buttocks, lifting her so that he could plunge deeper. And then he was yelling hoarsely above her, finding his own release as she spiraled back to earth. Keeping himself in her, he fell sideways, clasping her body tightly.

  “I love you, Amber,” he whispered at last, showering her with kisses.

  Amber felt languid, her body amazingly relaxed. For the moment at least, she didn't give a damn about losing the bet.

  “I love you, Hunter,” she said sleepily.

  Hunter stroked her back and ran his fingers through her hair. And that was how they stayed until they both drifted to sleep.

  Chapter 7

  When Amber woke again, Hunter was missing from the bed. She glanced over at the clock and saw that it was almost eight o'clock. She stretched and flopped her legs over the side of the bed. Ah! The carpet felt so good between her toes. She found a clean pair of jeans neatly folded in the dresser. Her tee shirts, she was amused to find, were all hanging neatly in the closet. She chose one, slipped it on, and walked over to open the drapes.

  Fat rain drops splattered the windows. The sky was darkened by thick clouds. Just as well, Amber thought. She was planning to study her French while Hunter worked from his laptop. She closed the curtains and made her way to the living room.

  Hunter was busy typing. Amber waited until he noticed her before planting a kiss on his forehead.

  “Have you been up long?”

  “About an hour,” Hunter said, pausing only to give her a quick smile. “Sorry, baby. I have to get some things done this morning. I had an electric tea kettle sent up for you.”

  “Okay. Thanks.”

  Amber filled the kettle with fresh water, and plugged it in. She found a selection of teas in a wooden box. Choosing an English Breakfast blend, she soon had a steaming cup by her side when she snuggled up on the sofa and tackled her studies.

  At lunch time, Hunter ordered from room service.

  “Sorry I can't spend time with you today. You could always take a cab to a museum,” he said, before taking a bite of his turkey and Swiss sandwich.

  “No thanks,” Amber replied, eying one of the pastries that had come with the sandwiches.

  She didn't want to admit it, but she was still nervous about going out alone with her limited knowledge of French. Even negotiating a taxi ride seemed daunting.

  “I really want to use this time to learn as much French as I can.”

  “That's my girl,” Hunter said. “But remember that as long as you are courteous, most people you would encounter know at least a little English.”

  “So it's a myth about the rude Parisian?” Amber asked playfully.

  “Oh, some of us can be rude,” Hunter said, chuckling. “But usually only when provoked. For me it happens when certain people don't take my advice.”

  Amber laughed. “Some people are just too bossy for their own good.”

  Hunter reached over for a pastry. “By the way, I was thinking that next weekend might be a good time for you to make good on your promise.”

  “What promise?” Amber asked, trying to play innocent.

  “Oh, there was this little bet that a certain someone lost.”

  Hunter sliced the pastry in half, offering half to Amber.

  “If I remember correctly, my prize is complete control of your actions for two full days.”

  Amber groaned. Of course he wasn't going to let her off the hook.

  “I thought that maybe winning the bet was reward enough all by itself,” she said sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

  Hunter swallowed a bite of pastry and licked his lips. Then he grinned wickedly.

  “Winning was fun. But I'm not missing my one and only opportunity to have complete control over you. Even if it is short lived.”

  “Um . . . Maybe we should have some guidelines in place,” Amber said, suddenly worried about what Hunter might ask her to do.

  “Ah! Like an official agreement a submissive would make to her dominant?”

  Amber blushed. “I just don't want to go beyond my comfort level. I mean . . . Not necessarily sex but . . .”

  She broke off, getting embarrassed. Damn! What was he thinking?

  “How do you know so much anyway?” she asked suddenly.

  “Oh, baby, the moment you brought this up, I went online. Quite eye opening, actually.”

  He winked. “Of course I don't have any of the equipment because this is all new to me. Should I order something?”

  “What? No! This was never about the sex!” she shrieked, her face flaming.

  Hunter chuckled. “Sorry. I can't help myself. It just cracks me up that you are the one that put the whole idea in my head.”

  He waved away Amber's objections.

  “I know you were trying to retaliate against me being a control freak. But the thought of you being submissive is definitely a turn on.”

  Amber clenched her fists.

  “This is a one time prize bet, Hunter Webb,” she snarled. “Don't go getting any ideas.”

  Hunter studied her seriously for a moment.

  “Getting you angry turns me on. I wonder why that is?”

  “Ugh! You are so exasperating!” Amber got up abruptly and returned to her French study guide.

  “So that's a no on quickie afternoon sex?” Hunter called out.

  Amber glared and gave him her middle finger.

  Hunter started laughing again.

  Damn! She had to stop letting him get under her skin. She sighed as she glanced at him furtively. He was looking so hot today in a white button down shirt and low riding jeans. Afternoon sex would have been fun. But there was no way in hell she was giving in now. She forced her attention back to her book.

  Later that afternoon, Mrs. Webb called to set up an appointment for the following morning. Amber could fill out employment paperwork and the two women could have an informal meeting. As it would not be a regular work day, she encouraged Amber to feel free to dress casually.

  It was after six o'clock when Amber finally closed her book for good. She felt as though French phrases were swimming in her head. She was also famished, having only munched on fruit since lunch.

  Hunter had gone downstairs to the business center to print out some documents. Amber flipped on the television while she waited, hoping for something mindless to entertain her. She was in the middle of a show about couples buying houses internationally when Hunter came back, whistling cheerfully.

  “Ready for dinner?” he asked. “Still early for Parisians so we won't have a long wait if we go now.”

  “Starving! Are we eating downstairs or out somewhere?”

  “Let's go out,” Hunter said. “We've been cooped up indoors too much today.”

  An hour later, they were seated at a casual pizza place filled with students.

  “Is this okay?” Hunter asked, raising his voice to be heard above the thump of music in the background.

  “Awesome!” Amber said, giving him a thumbs up.

  The fancy restaurants were fun in their own way, but it was nice not having to worry about what fork to use. Eating with her fingers was an added bonus, she thought, picking up her slice of pizza.

  When they returned home, Hunter surprised her by flipping a switch and revealing that the fireplace in the living room worked.

  “I thought it was just for show!”

  “Sorry. I sh
ould have shown you before,” Hunter said. “I was afraid it might make you sleepy while you were studying. A nice fire does that to me.”

  “This is so nice,” Amber murmured. “Who needs a television when you can just sit and watch a fire together.”

  Hunter pulled out several sheets of paper and Amber looked over curiously.

  “Oh. I thought you were done for the evening,” she said, disappointed.

  “This isn't work,” Hunter said, smiling mischievously.

  “No?” Amber raised her eyebrows.

  “A list of potential terms for our little play date,” Hunter said.

  “Aren't you carrying this a little too far?”

  “What? You give me an opening like this and you expect me to just walk away?”

  Hunter shook his head. “So not going to happen.”

  Amber sighed. “Okay, let's get this over with.”

  Hunter sat down on the sofa and patted the spot beside him.

  “Before we get started, I just want to say that I would never do anything that hurt you. You know that, right?”

  “Well, yeah, of course,” Amber said. “I wouldn't have even agreed to the bet if I didn't trust you.”

  Hunter sighed, apparently relieved.

  “I just wanted to clear that up. I mean, yeah, exploring this is sexy. But if you really aren't comfortable, I'll let you out of the bet.”

  Hmm . . . It was tempting, Amber thought.

  Hunter's eyes twinkled.

  “Because you would have let me out of the bet too, right? If I told you it made me uncomfortable?”

  Amber had to laugh. “Yeah . . . um . . . Well, no actually.”

  “Really? You would have forced me?”

  “You're a big boy. You could handle anything I dished out.”

  Hunter laughed. “So you're keeping your side of the deal?”

  “I don't wimp out of my bets,” Amber muttered.

  “Okay, then,” Hunter said, checking off the first item on the list.

  Amber pushed his hand away to read the item. Number one on his list was “Make sure Amber is okay with agreement.”

  She shook her head. “Do you organize everything on paper?”

  “Says the girl who couldn't organize herself out of a wet paper bag,” Hunter muttered.

  “What was that?”

  “I said I love you, gorgeous!”

  “That's what I thought!”

  Hunter read the next item on the list.

  “Do you have any hard limits?”

  “You mean, like stuff I won't do?”

  Amber looked at the tiny space Hunter had left under the question.

  “I hope you brought more paper for an addendum.”

  Hunter pulled out a second sheet, left blank. “That's what this is for.”

  Amber stared at it, a little perplexed. What exactly was he asking?

  “Let's start with psychological things first,” Hunter said.

  “First, remember this is just temporary.” He ran a hand through his hair.

  “Believe me. I would never try to boss you around long term. I value my health too much.”

  Amber smiled. “As long as you keep that in mind.”

  It must be a fantasy for a control freak like Hunter to be completely dominant in bed. And, if she was honest with herself, she was at least intrigued about why women so often chose submissive roles. She thought back to when she and Hunter played with tying each other up during sex. She had clearly enjoyed that.

  “Maybe you should tell me what you have in mind,” she said slowly. “Then I can get a better idea of what I have to spell out for you."

  Hunter smiled.

  “First, I want to be able to demand that you eat on schedule. Not what you eat. Just that you do eat.”

  Amber shrugged. “No problem. You do that already.”

  “But now you ignore me when you feel like it.”

  Amber smiled. “Fine. I agree.”

  "I want to be able to demand sex whenever I want.”

  “My! Aren't we getting cocky now?” Amber grinned, happy to see that Hunter hadn't made any assumption on her response.

  “I can live with that.”

  Hunter smiled and put a giant check mark next to one of the items on the list.

  “Wherever I want.”

  “Huh?”

  “I would like to have sex in any place I want.”

  Hmm . . . That could be dangerous. Amber had a sudden thought.

  “What about a safe word?”

  Hunter nodded his head. “Absolutely. Although, honestly, I'm not planning on anything that dramatic. But still. Some people use the traffic light system. Green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop.”

  “Okay, that's easy enough to remember.”

  “So what was your answer about having sex wherever I want?”

  Amber sighed. She supposed she could always use the safe word if needed.

  “Fine.”

  “What about certain . . . um . . . specific sexual requests.”

  “Such as?”

  Hunter bit his lip. “Um . . . Pleasuring me with your mouth?”

  Amber made him wait for a full minute, watching him squirm.

  “Can I insist that any such request be initiated with the word 'please'?”

  Hunter grinned. “I can live with that.”

  “Fine.”

  Hunter made another huge check mark on his paper.

  “Spanking?”

  Amber stared at him.

  “Not beating or using canes or anything! Just my hand. And just on your butt cheeks.”

  Amber considered. A little swat might be kind of exciting. Hmm. She had smacked Hunter on the rear the other day. She wouldn't mind repeating that action herself. It was definitely a bit of a turn on.

  “Nothing that leaves marks on my ass,” she warned. "Or inflicts too much pain."

  “Noted,” Hunter said, grinning like he just got a Christmas present.

  “Bondage?”

  “Like we've done before?”

  “Or a variation,” Hunter said vaguely.

  Amber shrugged, thinking of the safety word.

  “Sure, why not.”

  “Anything else you can think of?”

  Amber considered. “I don't want my upper body pinned down. Especially when I'm . . . ah . . . pleasuring you.”

  “Pardon?”

  Amber struggled to find a way to describe what she meant.

  “I get really freaked out if I'm held in place while doing that. It feels like a violation at that point.”

  Hunter looked horrified. “I haven't ever freaked you out, have I?”

  Amber smiled. “No. I would have definitely told you.”

  Hunter heaved a sigh of relief. “Good to know. But I'll make a note to never restrain you in that situation.”

  He smiled slyly. “Shall I make a note for you to always be on top or in front?”

  Amber slapped him on the arm.

  “For somebody who hates pain, you certainly like inflicting it,” Hunter muttered, trying to hide a smirk.

  “You must like it or you wouldn't antagonize me,” Amber retorted.

  He did have a point, though. Why was she hitting him so much lately?

  “Maybe you need more aggressive sex,” Hunter said calmly, shrinking back and laughing when she punched his arm.

  Amber ignored him and grabbed his paper.

  “What else is left?”

  She read a question near the bottom and then pointed it out to Hunter.

  “A definite hard limit on that one. It's an exit and not an entrance. I can't even imagine how painful that would be.”

  “Noted.” Hunter marked an 'x' for that question.

  Amber took the paper from him and tossed it on the table.

  “All this talk about sex is getting me hot and bothered.”

  She twisted around to face Hunter. Then she climbed onto his lap and ran her fingers through his hair.
/>   “You've got your time coming up. But tonight, I think I'll be in charge.”

  Hunter smiled. “Yes, ma'am. Tell me what you want, Mistress.”

  Amber kissed his rich lips and then moved down his neck. She wanted to be touching his skin but didn't want to move to the bedroom. The fire was so inviting. She reluctantly slid off of Hunter's lap and grabbed the pillow and blanket she had used earlier for studying. She threw the blanket down in front of the fireplace.

  “Um . . . Mistress?”

  “Yes?”

  “Am I permitted to put the blanket neatly on the floor?”

  Amber giggled. “Yes, control freak. You have my permission.”

  Hunter knelt swiftly and smoothed out the giant wrinkles. Then he simply stayed there as though waiting for instructions.

  This could be fun!

  “Take off your shirt,” she commanded.

  Not taking his eyes off of her, Hunter slowly unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it. He started to fold it and then paused.

  “Shall I fold it, Mistress?” he asked, his voice hopeful.

  Amber smiled. She couldn't resist.

  “No, control freak. You will throw the shirt on the floor over here.”

  Hunter tossed the shirt where she indicated and returned to his kneeling position.

  Amber walked over to where the gas fire was throwing off a delightful burst of heat. She couldn't wait to feel it against her bare skin. She moved over to stand directly in front of Hunter.

  “Take off my jeans,” she ordered.

  Hunter reached up, unbuttoned her fly and pulled down her zipper.

  Amber reached over and held his shoulders for support.

  Then Hunter yanked the jeans down abruptly, causing her to gasp. She lifted each foot to step out of the pants entirely.

  “Shall I throw the jeans in the same general direction of the shirt, Mistress? Or shall it be hurled to an entirely uncluttered part of the living room.”

  Amber grinned.

  “You may toss the jeans in an entirely different direction, neat freak. In fact, you will ensure that no two articles of clothing are in the same area once you have finished undressing us.”

  Hunter took a split second longer to react. Amber grinned as she realized how much it must be killing him to be so untidy.

  “This is good practice for you, neat freak,” she couldn't help but comment. “Perhaps this experience will teach you that the world will not end if a room is messy.”