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orgasm not to burst forth. It was suddenly very important that, at least in this instance, he obey everything she commanded of it. But holy shit. Her mouth on his nipples was like liquid fire, the flames reaching straight through his boy to his groin.
    He knew at once why she was such a successful Domme.
    Her focus was always on her sub. Always on wresting control from him and making the process a pleasure for him. On silently sharing what she was feeling. Making him want to please her beyond anything else.
    Dangerous!
    Oh, yes. Dangerous indeed. All his carefully constructed shields could crack and tumble in an instant if he wasn’t very, very careful.
    Montana flicked a fingernail gently over each wet, aroused nipples. His hand still clutched his erection, as if by tightening his grip he could hold back the flood of semen threatening to burst forth. The need to come was so intense it was an actual pain.
    “What would you like, Clint? I can tell that you want to ask me something, but your stubbornness prevents you.”
    Yes. He wanted to beg her to let him come. But his own deeply instilled need for control prevented him.
    Grinding his teeth until he thought his jaw would crack, he said, “Whatever my Mistress desires is what I wish.”
    The smile that lit her face aroused him clear to his toes.
    Despite his almost obsessive need to hold back, he knew in a blinding, frightening instant that he would do anything for this woman. And that totally scared the shit out of him.
    “Oh, I like the sound of that. And so you’ll get a reward, because what I’d like is for you to come. Right here. Right now.” She raised her voice slightly. “Now, Clint.”
    It took only a few strokes before the orgasm that had hovered like a greedy shadow raced through his body, his muscles tensed, and semen spurted from the slit at the head of his shaft. He was nearly shocked out of it midstream when, before the thick fluid could even drip to his fingers, she bent again and closed her mouth over him, taking the head of his cock into her wet heat.
    As spasms jerked his body, he gushed into her mouth again and again. Her warm tongue lapped at his cum, sucking it deep, a low moan of pleasure vibrating from her throat down the length of his shaft to his balls. He jerked again and again, clutching at his shaft so hard he was afraid he’d break it off.
    Montana wrapped her slim fingers around his, steadying him as she swallowed every bit of the viscous fluid and sucked him dry. Her mouth never left his cock until he’d pumped the last of his release into her and his head dropped back against the chair. Then she pried his hand loose, lowered her mouth once to the root of his erection and dragged it slowly back up to the head.
    Finally she leaned against the table again, watching him with her all-knowing eyes, slowly licking her lips with a slow glide of her tongue. A sensuous gesture that almost—
    almost —made him hard again.
    He released his spent erection and rested his hands, palms up, on his thighs, in the typical submissive gesture of supplication. He was rewarded with a flash of approval in Montana’s deep hazel eyes.
    “Keep your hands just like that. And leave your jeans the way they are.” A smile flirted at the edges of her mouth, a mouth now slightly swollen from gripping his cock. “I must say, you don’t disappoint.”
    “I’m glad I please my Mistress. But she only gave pleasure here. She deserves to be satisfied, too.”
    She cocked an eyebrow. “And what makes you think I’m not?”
    His gaze lasered directly at the apex of her thighs. “I’ll bet if I touched you right now, you’d be wetter than this coffee.
    And if you let me slide my fingers inside you, your cunt would grab onto them like a suction cup.”
    He’d give her credit. She did her best to suppress any reaction. But the muscles in her body tightened fractionally and the color of her eyes darkened to a smoky gray.
    “Very insolent for a sub,” she