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looked up at me with near-palpable anticipation. “However, I need to see a demonstration of your stamina. I have a very rigorous schedule, Mr. Gentry, and I have to make sure you are up to my standards.”
    “Whatever you desire,” he breathed. I felt his exhalation on my chest, and my breath hitched.
    “That’s right,” I said, “whatever I desire.”
    “Of course. Are you going to punish me?”
    “I’m going to fuck you.”
    I grabbed him by the bow tie and pulled him to standing as I perched myself upon the piano. I thought I heard a soft growl escape from his throat, and I quickly unzipped his pants and reached into his silk boxers and he gasped. No hesitation—I knew what I wanted, and I wanted it right fucking now. My gloved fingers wrapped around their desired target and I pulled him up against me wordlessly, not even bothering to remove any clothing.
    “Yes,” he whispered. “Please, Mistress,” he begged for permission. I nodded, and his hands fluttered through the layers of my full skirt to expose my spread legs.
    I pushed aside the fabric of my thong and forced him inside me. Ever since I laid eyes on this man, I wanted him. Why bother kissing or bantering words? I wanted his cock, and now I had it.
    We groaned simultaneously and the piano keys whined. He gently put his hands on my hips as I watched his ferociously aroused expression.
    Once he was sufficiently settled in position, William began to move.
    The man was a fucking jackhammer.
    I gripped the piano for dear life as my fully tuxedoed submissive serviced me roughly. “Fuck, William,” I moaned with surprise. I never expected such aggression during our first time, but I wasn’t going to complain.
    “Is this what you desired?” he panted, removing one hand to tickle the piano keys softly.
    “Just play me.”
    He smiled wickedly and placed his free hand between us, working me with his thumb.
    “Mmm, I think I can make you hit a high note,” he said, flicking gently as I squealed.
    As my grip on the piano tightened, I watched him work. His eyelids fluttered, and his mouth was caught between a smile and a snarl. I clenched my teeth as I rode out the waves of pleasure he dealt. I was beyond feeling, beyond words. I couldn’t tell if he was cold; all I knew was that he was inside me and that was perhaps all I would ever want. Nothing had ever felt this good. Ever.
    And we stayed there, fully clothed and fucking, for what seemed like hours.
    I called him my toy, my slut, and taunted him.
    I stretched my legs and wrapped them around his shoulders. He groaned and watched with a curious smile as our bodies slid apart and back together.
    “You feel so good,” he whispered. “So good.” I whimpered at the sound of his low voice, and the vibrations it sent throughout my body.
    But I needed more and wanted it deeper, so I sat him on the bench and mounted him, sliding down slowly, inch by inch, teasing him. When I was fully settled, I began to rock back and forth, grinding myself against his hips and pushing down on his shoulders for leverage.
    I noticed his eyes settling on my cleavage, so I yanked down the top of the dress, exposing my breasts.
    He stroked my chest with his gloved hands gently, and I squirmed beneath the silky touch. He watched my body heave as he gave my nipples a soft pinch, and I ground into him deeper and harder.
    And while the entire experience pretty much felt like one long orgasm, I realized I needed something to push me over the edge. One more thing that would do the trick.
    I undid the sash of my gown and blindfolded him with it. His eyes closed slowly as I wrapped the luxurious fabric around his temples. “Yes,” he goaded. “More.”
    “More?” I asked, undoing his bow tie. “How about this?” I made the tie into a makeshift gag and stuffed it into his open mouth.
    And the sight of him beneath me, bound and gagged, was my undoing, and my body unraveled explosively.
    “You may come, submissive,” I said to