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fists clench.  “I’m not okay!”  I yell and practically beg with the same words.
    “No.”  His stern reply offers no alternative.
    My body crumples and heats, making me feel weak and light-headed once again.  “Please help me.”  I plead with him. 
    He nods his head, “I’ll help you sweetheart.  Come here.  Let me hold you.”  My tired eyes look him up and down.  What other choice do I have?  I can run, but how far would I get?  I feel so weak.  If he can help me, I’ll let him.  I thrive with independence, but I’m not fucking stupid.  My body is begging me to listen to him and to obey.  I cave and sulk back to him.  As I near him he sits down and opens his arms.  He wants me to sit back down on his lap.  I move to surrender to him but then I remember Lizie, I hesitate and look to the door once again. 
    “She won’t be feeling what you’re feeling.  Not yet.”  His voice brings my focus back to him.  I stare at his face as I try to comprehend his words.
    “Why?”  Is all I manage to get out.  He thins his lips in a hard line.  My eyes beg him to tell me.  He takes a deep breath, looking at the wall then back at me. 
    “She’s not in heat yet.”  What?
    “Heat?”  I tilt my head in confusion.  He just nods his head, maintaining eye contact.  My eyes widen in shock and outrage.  “Like a fucking dog!”  He grimaces and then a low growl barrels from his chest.

Chapter 7: Ari
     
    My knees weaken and I feel a force overwhelm my body, wanting me to bow to him.  To lower my head to the ground and expose my neck.  I drop my stare and fall to my knees, but I don’t bow.  I won’t.  The pull is so strong that it makes me feel sick to my stomach, but I refuse it.
    “What is it with you and dogs?”  He practically sneers the words.  “Do you not like them?”
    I shake my head, my eyes focused on his shoes.
    “Speak!”  I jolt at his command and fresh hot tears run down my cheeks. 
    “No,” a shaky breath leaves me, “I love dogs.”  I gasp for air and finally relent to the urge and bow to him.  I rest my cheek on the floor with my forearms braced on either side of my head.
    He immediately lifts me off the floor and pulls me into his chest, his hand cradling my head. 
    “You don’t need to bow to me, Ariana.  Please don’t.”  I sob into his chest.  Desperate for skin to skin contact I move my hand under his shirt and up his back, clinging to his tight powerful body.  I don’t know why I need it, but I do.
    “I’m sorry sweetheart.  I don’t like that you compare yourself to a dog.”  His hand not cradling my head runs soothingly up and down my back.  He kisses my hair and I melt at his touch.  I struggle to take a normal breath, but at least my sobs have stopped.  I concentrate on deep breaths as he speaks.
    “You’re in heat.  As in your cycle.  You’re ovulating sweetheart.  That’s why you feel like this.”  I feel the rumble of his chest as he speaks and I push my body against it.  Loving the way the vibration feels on my skin.  I’ve ovulated before and this is nothing like anything I’ve ever experienced.  The need to brush my body against his is nearly intolerable.  My entire being is pulsing with a desire to touch him and be touched by him. 
    I lick my lips and stare at his throat.  There’s dark stubble all the way down to his Adam’s apple.  I have the urge to lick him and nip at his throat.  I stir, trying to alleviate some of the hot ache in my core and I feel his stiff thick cock under my ass.  Fuck, he’s huge.  The image of him fucking me on his desk riding me hard.  I moan.  Yes, I want him to ride me hard.  I give into the temptation and leave a hot open mouthed kiss on his throat.  My teeth pinch his skin and I pull back before letting go, knowing I’ll leave a mark.  Devin groans as I lean back to admire my mark.  I breathe heavily, my chest rising and falling with deep