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Bringing one hand away from her leg, Dominic thrust two fingers easily inside her, crooked his finger and rubbed her G-spot as he growled against her clit.
    The stimulation against her previously unfound G-spot along with the vibration against her clit threw her over the edge.
    Mary threw her head back deeper into the pillows, moaned deep in her throat and let loose a cry of release.
    Dominic enjoyed her shudders, briefly wished it was his cock, instead of his fingers, being gripped so tightly by her sweet cunt, and lapped up the juices flowing freely from her.
    He waited until her contractions ceased and she shied away from his lapping at her clit, showing her oversensitivity in her post-climactic state. He pulled his fingers from her, and slowly licked them clean. Closing his eyes, he focused on her breathing. Not as deep as when she climaxed, though still fairly rapid, he decided she had properly come down from her climax.
    Ignoring the burning ache in his own cock, he promised himself full satisfaction after the questions and the next joy for her he had planned.
    Reaching up, he double-checked she hadn’t hurt or chafed her wrists pulling against the restraint. While he had made sure it was a silky satin scarf, it wasn’t really a weak, easily torn material, as he wanted it strong enough to restrain her.
    He ran his smallest finger underneath the bind, making sure there was a little moving room for circulation. Mary smiled up at him, dazed.
    “That was lovely. Is it my turn?”
    He kissed the tip of her nose.
    “Oh no, not yet. That was only Part One of my plan.”
    Mary frowned.
    “What happened to tit-for-tat?”
    “Well, my dear, I figure once I let you out of those restraints I won’t easily get you back in them. Don’t fret. You’ll love this even more.”
    Mary pouted, but he moved away from her before she could start to argue.
    Scooting across the large bed, he bent down to open the chest of drawers. Rummaging around amongst the furry handcuffs, assorted dildos, tins and packages, he finally found the bottle he had been searching for.
    Dr. Dare’s Womanly Sensitizing Liquid .
    Samuel had bought it for his last birthday and given it to him with a huge feral grin. Artemais and William had nearly choked laughing. Dominic had merely thrown it in with all the other toys and paraphernalia he had collected over the years, thinking that maybe one day he would find a use for the liquid.
    He made a mental note to thank Samuel for aiding his cause with Mary.
    With his back still to Mary—no point in giving his whole game away before he was ready—he unscrewed the lid and broke the safety seal. He felt Mary stiffen next to him as the unmistakable sound of breaking plastic echoed in the room.
    “Uh… I did mention I don’t like pain—didn’t I?”
    Dominic turned around and showed her the gaudy red and yellow label.
    “You certainly did, my dear. I also pointed out I wasn’t into it either, that I prefer delayed pleasure.” He tried to hide his grin at Mary’s skeptical look at the bottle.
    “Sensitizing liquid? Where on earth did you find that, a kid’s joke shop?”
    Dominic laughed. “No such luck, darling. Samuel bought it for me, from a very expensive adult catalogue. It might look childish and garish, but one really mustn’t judge a book by its cover. I’m sure you’ve heard of anesthetic cream?”
    He paused, waiting for Mary to nod.
    “Well, this is similar, but it’s edible, quite tasty from what Samuel said, and instead of anaesthetizing your…body parts, it sensitizes them, prepares them. It will heighten your own arousal, and make even the gentlest of my touches that much hotter.”
    Desperate to begin, Dominic nevertheless spared a brief moment for safety’s sake. Squirting a small amount onto his inner wrist, he tested the cream on himself.
    Having helped feed his numerous nephews and nieces, he knew how important it was to test bottles against his inner wrist before a feeding. While