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Rulebreaker by Marlee Wray – Extended Preview

He’d given her the choice of being taken back to school directly after dinner, but she’d asked if she could stay with him a little longer.

“A little longer or a lot longer,” he said casually. “I could chain you up and keep you.”

“Would you be more likely to do that if I was good? Or if I was bad?” she asked with mock innocence.

He smirked. “It’s cute how you think your behavior will influence what I do.”

“Won’t it? If I’m bad you’ll punish me, right?” she said, hoping to edge things in that direction.

His gaze slid to her. “You don’t have it in you to be bad enough to justify all the ways I’ll punish you. Most of the time, I’ll do it just because I want to.”

She shivered. “I really want to see what it’s like.”

“Didn’t Master J show you what it’s like?”

She looked out the window. “A little.”

They were silent the rest of the way to his house, and she wished she could read his mind. Master J had said he wouldn’t be angry. Was he right? The problem was that she didn’t even know whether she wanted Master J to be right. She was certainly jealous when she thought about Master Rory with other women.

They arrived, going down a long driveway to a house with a lot of rectangles, sort of a modern take on Frank Lloyd Wright. Inside Rory tossed his keys on massive chunk of raw stone whose top had been ground down to make a table top.

Rory pressed a button and the recessed lights in the living room ceiling came on, revealing a fireplace and long couches built into the walls, with enormous windows rising to the ceiling. There were a couple of coffee tables in a style that matched the built-in sofas, but there were also large expanses of open carpet. It was a room a person could breathe in. On the fireplace wall there were built-in bookshelves.

She started toward the books, curious about what he read.

“Come over here, kitten,” he said, sitting on the couch.

She turned and started to him, but he held out a hand to stop her.

“Take off the dress and the boots.”

She was nervous, of course, but a part of her also wanted to undress for him. She’d worn a lacy dove gray bra and matching panties, the prettiest set she owned, hoping he’d see it. She undressed, setting her dress and boots in the corner.

His eyes raked over her. “Come to me like a kitten would,” he said in that low, uncompromising voice.

It took her a moment to understand, but when she realized what he meant, her body reacted, tightening and anxious to play these games. She dropped to her hands and knees and crossed the carpet with a little swish of her backside. It was too bad she didn’t have a tail to flick. She reached him and rubbed her cheek against his leg.

He put one hand in her hair, the other rested on his thigh. She licked his knuckles with the flat of her tongue.

“You were a kitten before? Whose?”

She shook her head.

“First time?”

She turned her head sideways, resting it against his leg and looked up at him and nodded.

“You’re good at it.” He ran a finger along her throat. “Beautiful little kittens need collars.”

Her heart squeezed.

“Know what I mean?”

She nodded. Being collared would mean she would belong to him, which was exactly what she wanted.

“Give me a kiss,” he said, leaning forward.

She rose up and kissed him, nibbling at his lips and teasing him with her tongue. He put a hand behind her head, twisted his fingers in her hair, and pulled her head back. He kissed her hard, his tongue in her mouth deep enough to almost kiss her tonsils.

When he let her go, she had to take a deep breath to catch it. She moved forward, inching close to the zipper of his jeans. She really wanted to take him in her mouth. She’d been thinking about it since she’d first seen him. Her fingers slipped forward.

“No,” he said.

She dropped back on her heels and pouted.

He chuckled. “Tell me what happened with Master J in his office.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Do I have to?”

“What do you think?” he demanded.

She took a breath and blew it out. “He had me strip for him. He touched me a little and examined me. Then he spanked me and other things.”

“What other things?”

She hesitated.

“Kate,” he said in a warning tone.

“He, um, used his fingers to make me feel better.” She looked over his shoulder at the darkness beyond the windows. “Are you mad?”

“At you? No. Why would I be mad?”

“I let him do things to me. It felt wrong.”


“Because I could tell you wanted it to be you. And I wanted it to be you too.” She rested her chin on his thigh, staring at nothing, and whispered forlornly, “Why did you let him have me?”

“If I’d known that’s what it would feel like to you, I wouldn’t have.”

“He kept me in his office so you couldn’t watch.”

“I know. Did you want me there?”


Master Rory studied her for a moment. “I knew the first time I saw you that you were mine, but I didn’t think you knew yet. I also thought you deserved some time to learn under the club’s protection.”

“So you were waiting patiently?”

He laughed. “No, I didn’t wait. And I wasn’t patient. Look where you are,” he said with a shake of his head. “I did everything I could short of punching J in the face to get him to give you to me to train. When that didn’t work, I broke into a file cabinet and stole your cell phone number and address.”

“You did?” she asked, rising up.

“They were trying to do the right thing, but their keeping you away from me for even one scene was more than I could take.”

“I feel so much better.”

“You do, huh?” he said, sliding her hair from her neck. “It all sounds good and romantic to you, does it? You know, you have no idea what I’m like, how hardcore and rough I can get.”

“I’m waiting for you to show me.”

He studied her face with a dark expression.

“I came to the Marquis Club looking for something,” she said. “It was you. And myself. I came there because I wanted to figure out if I’ll like in real life all the things I fantasize about. And when I saw you, I thought, he’s the one I want doing things to me.”

He exhaled loud enough for her to hear, and it was one of the sexiest sounds ever. “Tell me your hard stops and anything I should know from your past,” he said.

Her heart pounded. This was it. After she told him this, everything would really begin.

Kate had confided in him about the past, watching his face closely. If her hard limits bothered him, she couldn’t have known it by his face. He was intent, but his expression gave away nothing.

He led her to the master bedroom, which was large and cool with light gray walls and a light fixture that looked like it was made of steel and chunks of broken glass. The room had sleek furniture with a minimum of flourishes, and yet it wasn’t cold or unwelcoming.

The bedspread was a dark charcoal color and silky soft when she trailed her fingers over it. She realized when she noticed his gaze on her bra that she matched the decor.

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

Licking her lips and nodding, she reached back, unhooked her bra’s clasp and shrugged out of it. She set it behind her and then eased her panties off too. Her pussy was bare and smooth from the waxing she’d had that morning. She hoped it would feel petal soft to him, but the bare skin, more than anything, made her feel exposed.

Her heavy breasts were lower without support, but still firm. His gaze was on them and her large cocoa-colored nipples.

“Turn around,” he said in a husky voice.

She did. She had long legs and a firm bottom. Her spin classes kept her fit.

She glanced over her shoulder when she felt his thumbs pressing into the base of her back right above her butt.

“It’s like you were made to order.”

She exhaled. It made her so happy that he liked her body.

He splayed his hands over her hips and then slid his hand around to rest on her flat belly. He eased her back against him. She felt his erection through his jeans, his fly rough against her skin. Her belly tightened, and heat spread through her.

His big hands cupped her breasts, squeezing slowly. He caught her earlobe in his teeth and bit down hard enough to cause her breath to catch. Waves of desire rolled over her.

He released her. “On the bed. Head down. Ass in the air.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, scrambling into position, her heart thundering with excitement. She stole a glance at him. He looked dangerous and gorgeous. She had to tear her gaze away when he ordered her to put her forehead on her hands, nose against the bed.

“From now until the scene is over, I talk, you obey. Got it?”

“Yes,” she said with a slight tremor. She thought she might come before he even touched between her legs. Was that possible? To have an orgasm from listening to a rough voice?

“If you get scared—”

“I’m not scared. I’m excited,” she blurted.

A heavy palm landed so hard on her ass that it knocked her forward. She gasped, but immediately got back into position, pushing her bottom up.

“Sorry, I—”

“Stop talking,” he ordered.

Her body vibrated with anticipation. She could feel the throb of where he’d struck her. It was delicious. She pressed her lips together and swallowed the urge to say anything else. She didn’t want to do anything that would keep him from doing more things to her.

“You’ve got nothing to say unless I ask you a question.”

His voice, so tough and uncompromising, was making her desperate for him. She pressed her thighs together, feeling the moisture between the petals of her sex. She wanted him and all he would do. She wanted it so, so badly.

“The only word in your vocabulary that counts is your safeword. Got me?”

She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

“You can use it anytime. Even before we really get started.” A finger pressed against the slightly tender spot on her ass. “What do you say, kitten? Wanna stop now?”


“Good girl.” He pulled in a slow breath and exhaled. “Brace yourself. You’re going to feel this.”

She clutched the bedspread and pressed her forehead against her knuckles.

His hand came down like a battering ram. It rocked her forward, and she let out a little sound, a kind of throaty whimper.

Two more walloping spanks followed. Then two more.

Her head swam, the pain like the most powerful aphrodisiac imaginable.

He paused and bit her, sinking his teeth in and sucking her sore flesh into his mouth. She squirmed and groaned.

He released her, then licked her skin and the top of the crease between her globes.

She pushed back, raising her bottom, offering him anything he wanted.

His tongue dipped low and licked between her pussy lips. She moaned, but he stepped back.

“I’ll give it to you if you earn it,” he said.

She wanted to plead and beg, but she didn’t want to disobey the rules.

When the next blow landed, it vibrated through her, and she felt it everywhere.

The spanking was long and much, much more thorough than any she’d had before. She had to squeeze her eyes closed to keep from crying.

When he sank his teeth into her scalding ass, she couldn’t keep herself from screaming and kicking her feet. The bite hadn’t been hard, but it was so intense when every nerve was on fire. He pushed her onto her side and crawled on the bed behind her.

“We’re not done,” he said, his tone a mix of threat and promise. He put his hand between her legs, while pushing his pelvis against her punished ass. “Need a rest? Or something else?”

“Something else,” she said through her tears.

His fingers slid into her, where she was soaked and aching for him. He pressed his palm against her clit and rubbed. It was such a rush after the pain and the spirals of adrenaline.

“My cock wants inside you. I want to nail you to the bed.”

She shuddered, desperate for that. She pushed back against him, even though her ass was so sore. She wanted him to claim her in every way. The way he’d dominated and punished her, nothing had ever felt so good, not in her darkest, dirtiest fantasies. He was real. And he was in control of what happened to her. He could do anything he wanted, and he was.

An orgasm rocked her world. It was hard to catch her breath.

“You can come on my fingers that fast? You’re not all sweet little kitten, are you?”

She sniffed and shook her head.

“You want me to drag you into a dark alley?” he murmured, still stroking her. “And force you down to your hands and knees?”

She groaned, pushing back against his hard body. “Please,” she rasped, unable to stop herself.

He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. He kissed her, biting her lip at the end till she whimpered.

“Yeah, I feel you grinding against me.”

She reached back for his cock, but he pulled her hand away and pinned it against her lower back. That made her arch and ache harder for him.

“You know better. Seems like you can’t control yourself. Am I gonna have to tie you down?”

“Maybe,” she whispered, her heart hammering. She was scared and excited and a million other things at once. The only thing she knew was that she couldn’t bear for him to stop being the way he was. Not yet.

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