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he trusted Samuel with his life, and knew he would never knowingly give him something dangerous to try on a lady, neither did he want to blindly assume there was no hidden catch Samuel hadn’t warned him of.
    After a few seconds, the patch of skin felt warm. Dominic could feel his own blood pumping under his skin, could feel the tingling sensation of his skin becoming more sensitive. There was a very faint burning sensation, but it was a heat style of burning, not an itchy or irritating style of burning.
    The cream was perfect for what he intended for Mary.
    He let Mary look at the small patch of skin on his inner wrist—to prove it was safe.
    “No irritation, no harmful burning sensation. You know I wouldn’t knowingly do anything to hurt you, love.”
    At Mary’s cautious nod, he squirted a dollop of the cream onto her still-peaked nipple. He stared at the cream as it slowly slid down her nipple and over her rounded breast. Unable to merely watch, he reached out and gently massaged it into her soft skin.
    Mary arched her back and moaned—at the gentle massage, or the warm heat of the cream he was unsure. The spot on his inner wrist still tingled. It seemed to soak up the heat of his skin, seemed to feel the heat radiating from Mary’s breast.
    Dominic upturned the bottle again, to anoint her other nipple. Flicking the cap back on, he let the bottle rest beside their bodies for a moment. Idly, he glanced down at the truly garish label.
    600 ml—Extra Large bottle, for more fun ! he read. Fantastic. More fun for everyone.
    Grinning happily, he set to work with his hands, now covered in the sensitizing cream. The heat seemed to radiate between them, from his hands through to her breasts and back to him again. He intended to massage her until neither of them could cope anymore.
    He had always been good with his hands.

Chapter Nine
     
    Mary tried her best not to squirm. The aching hunger growing inside her was astounding. She’d had lovers before. Many lovers, though never more than one at a time, and somehow never falling down the slippery slope of slutdom, or becoming uncaring of whom she shared herself with. She even knew how to pleasure herself, when the run between lovers grew too long. She preferred the heated thrusts of a man between her thighs, but upon occasion when she simply couldn’t bear it, she knew how to wield a vibrator quite decently.
    Yet never before had she burned like this. Never had she felt every ripple of rough skin against her own much smoother skin. Never had the friction between herself and said lover been so unbearably sweet and desperate.
    Dominic seemed to know instinctively when to be rough and when to be gentle. When the cool bedroom air on her heated flesh would make her burn hotter, and when his own hot breaths puffed across her sensitized skin would be most effective.
    When he took her aching nipple into his mouth she screamed with the pleasure.
    There was much to be said for Dominic Rutledge’s sexual skills. Here was definitely a man who knew his sexual games.
    Mary moaned, twisted, pleaded and begged. Higher and higher Dominic worked her, touching, caressing, teasing her body and senses with everything he could. And just as Mary knew she could take no more, just when she instinctively knew she would have to climax or explode—he pulled back.
    “What the…? Dom, finish this!”
    “Now, now, my dear. How about you answer a few very simple questions?”
    Mary tried to focus. Through the haze of her thoughts, her lust-crazed mind, she recalled vaguely not only that her hands were tied, but that she was at Dominic’s mercy. The thought that he would repeat his teasing, drive her even further up to that peak without giving her release was enough to make her whimper. Whether in desire or frustration she had no idea.
    “Whaddya wanna know?” she mumbled, happy to answer anything to feel the release her body craved.
    “Who hacked into our site?” he breathed into her ear. He was