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and she sat down, twirling the card between her fingers. When his voice sounded in her ear, she gasped. “Make sure you drink lots of water. It will be rather hot outside today, and I don"t want you to dehydrate before I can claim you properly.”
    This time she turned to watch him walk out of the bar. It was hot outside? If someone took her temperature right now, it would probably read a hundred and two.
    She had a feeling by the end of the day it would shoot even higher.

    Desert Surrender

    25
    Chapter Four

    Maddox checked his watch, then glanced at the doorway to the bar. It was now ten after seven, and Clarissa wasn"t back. That didn"t surprise him too much. Once a person got on the strip it was easy to lose track of time while you were checking out the various casinos and other tourist sites.
    He had no doubt in his mind that Clarissa wasn"t the type to live by the clock. She was going to have to learn about punctuality, though. If a person was two or three minutes late, that was one thing; five minutes was pushing it. Ten minutes was over the line, though.
    A thought lingered in the back of his mind that she hadn"t taken well to their earlier meeting and had decided to bail on him. She was intrigued, obviously, by the idea of submission, but the actual physical and mental aspects of it might send her running. No, he corrected himself, not the physical part, but the mental part. If therewas one thing he knew from what he"d seen and read about her, Clarissa was a free spirit who refused to be caged in.
    Of course he had no plans on caging her in. He loved her spirit and the challenges that would come from topping her. There was nothing worse, to him, than playing Dom to a sub who gave in to every little thing asked of her without putting any thought into the why of it, the outcome. He didn"t want someone he could lead around by the nose.
    He wanted a sub who was a challenge. And Clarissa was just that.
    Another glance at his watch showed it was now sixteen minutes after seven. He would ping her on her cell phone, but he didn"t know the number. He thought for a minute that she might be in his room, resting. A call to the desk showed the room had been accessed once since he"d left it at eight this morning, and that was at ten by the housekeeping staff.
    He hadn"t expected company today, but hearing her name from the desk clerk had made him sit up straighter and had sent blood rushing from all other parts of his body 26
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    straight to his cock. He"d finished a few odds and ends to get ready for his meeting, then called the desk to see where she was. A quick check showed she"d left her room a half hour earlier. The clerk had noticed the famous heiress going into the Rising, one of the many bars at the casino. Maddox had no doubt his employee hadn"t been the only one to notice the playgirl roaming around the hotel. He was sure the local media had been alerted and would be on the prowl to see if Clarissa raised any hell, which she inevitably did in the cities she visited.
    This visit would be different, though. Once he had her ensconced in his house, he planned to keep her busy there. She wouldn"t have much time to raise hell.
    Another glance at his watch. It was now seven twenty-five. He wasn"t used to waiting. Clarissa could use a little discipline in her life. He imagined her tied to the rack in his dungeon, aroused but unfulfilled, nipples hard, a weight hanging from her clit ring. She would beg to be touched, twisting as much as her bonds would allow, searching for his hands, his lips, his cock.
    Please, Maddox, please, fuck me, make me yours.
    “Damn it to hell.” He whispered the words as his cock pounded painfully under his pants. He needed to get himself under control before she arrived. If this afternoon"s meeting hadn"t been so important, he would have blown it off, taken her up to his room, and fucked her mouth before bending her over to ponder his choices: pussy or ass? He would inevitably choose