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blade, she gave in, her words spilling out of her fervently.
    “Please, Mr. Morrison, make me come. Please, oh, God, please…” she whined, her voice shaky.
    The front of Sawyer’s pants cooled with the wetness of his precum and he pushed his fingers back into her, pulling and tugging at her pussy viciously. She had given him what he had been dreaming of and he would reward her for it. Kate cried out and her body began to tremble. At the height of her orgasm, he yanked his fingers out and swiftly smacked her ass, giving her what she had wanted all along, but only when he had desired to do so, and leaving a glorious handprint on her bottom. She screamed out and almost fell off the bench from her orgasmic spasm, but Sawyer caught her and pulled her into his arms.
    “Kate, my delicious, unruly Kate…” he spoke softly, his voice breaking with deep huskiness.
    Her eyes focused on Sawyer’s mouth and they clouded with some undefined emotion. “Allow me to pleasure you, Master Morrison. I want to taste you, too. Please?”
    Feeling satisfied with his performance, he accepted her offer of repayment for having allowed her to come and watched with contentment as she fell to her knees to work his cock with gratitude.  Any previous doubts he had about being a Dom pooled at his feet along side his pants. He was a Dom and there was no turning back.
     

From Grace Street

All Your Orgasms Belong to Me
    The day crept by slowly, hour-by-miserable-hour ticking painfully by. She had read an entire novella on her e-book app on her phone and played mindless games until her frustration practically boiled over. It was absolutely preposterous for her to wait around for a man she knew nothing about. Okay – that wasn’t entirely true. She knew the size of his dick, which, by the way, was perfect, as well as the fact that he was good in the sack and liked deep throating her.
    Elsa rolled her eyes. What a shitty list of things to know about someone. She wanted to know him more personally - more about his life; his history; his past relationships. Or did she? This was, after all, supposed to be only a ‘physical association.’
    Bored to tears and perturbed that she was still unable to open the spare bedroom door despite nearly kicking it in, she lay on the now pee-free lounger and decided to pleasure herself. Post masturbation, she fell asleep and woke several hours later to Mr. Black’s signature cigarette and aftershave scent and to his fingers inside of her.
    Her body writhed with need and she thrust her hips upward into his palm as her eyes flickered open. The room was dim with only Mr. Bla ck’s silhouetted profile in view. He pumped his fingers in and out slowly while his thumb pressed down firmly on her clit. Her nethers were still over sensitized from her own manipulation, making his massaging and probing all the more intense. She fisted her own hair and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip as her climax neared. She was so close and it felt so good... The heat in her lower belly descended and turned into a cool chill when Mr. Black abruptly stood and moved to the chair without saying anything.
    Elsa sat up, hot and bothered and her hormones raging. Seated on the chair, he watched her with the same look of displeasure on his face as the previous night. What had she done now? Would she never please him? Hell, she waited all damned day for him. She glanced out the bay window to see the sun barely on the horizon and rubbed her eyes.
    “I waited like you said to,” she smiled tentatively at him, smoothing her skirt down over her legs.
    “I see that,” he replied coolly as he dipped the same fingers that had just been in her into his mouth, licking them clean of her juices. “What else did you do today?”
    She huffed, “Nothing.”
    Mr. Black adjusted himself in the seat, gripping his hard-on, and shook his head. “That’s not entirely true, now is it?”
    What did he want? A blow-by-blow account of her daily activities? “I