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into her mouth. He could just reach her ass and slipped his hand between her legs.
    “Christ, your pussy is soaked, girl,” he said. He pressed one finger inside her, then two before moving to rub her clit.
    She moaned and slowed her sucking.
    “No, don’t come. If you come, you’ll be in trouble.”
    This time her sound was one of pure displeasure, but she refocused her attention where he wanted it, on his cock. He’d never pushed her to take him to the back of her throat. Whenever she gagged, he’d back off, but this morning, he pressed on.
    She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears, and he put his hands on either side of her head.
    “You can do it, Soph. Relax your throat, open for me. That’s it, girl,” he coached. “I’m going to fuck your mouth more often. Look at me, baby; keep those gorgeous eyes on me. I want to watch you swallow.”
    His grip on her hair tightened and with the next thrust, his cock twitched, then pumped the first stream of semen down her throat. He watched her take it, her tears making him want to go deeper, to fill her up. Only when he was thoroughly spent did he slowly pull out. He then watched her, her eyes still turned up to his. She put a hand over her mouth, but did as she’d been told, swallowing what was left.
    Michael smiled. “Good girl,” he said, petting her head. He sat down and she laid her head on his lap. “I wish I didn’t have to go to these meetings,” he said. His flight to Paris was in two hours.
    “It’s just one night at least.”
    “You’re sweet,” he said, looking down at her, touching her cheek.
    She turned her head to kiss his palm. He allowed it, watching her all the while as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with an adoration he’d not seen before. When she smiled, he took his thumb and touched it to her lips, then, pushing slightly, traced the shape of them.
    “I want you to do something for me,” he began.
    “Okay, what?”
    “I want you waxed bare front to back. Take all the hair off your pussy for me. Can you do that?”
    “Ouch,” she said. “Sadist,” she added, joking.
    He paused, looking at her.
    “I’ll make an appointment for next week.”
    He shook his head. “Sooner,” he said.
    “But the bruises,” she began.
    “It’s none of anyone’s business.”
    “Okay,” she said.
    “Get back into bed, get some more sleep,” he said.
    She put his pillow back on his side of the bed and lay on her side, still looking at him. Michael tucked her in.
    “You okay?” he asked, rubbing her temple with the back of his hand.
    She smiled and nodded. “Yes,” she said. “More than okay.”
    “We’ll talk about what happened last night when I get home. Get our feelings sorted. Yeah?” he asked, suddenly worried he shouldn’t be leaving her alone, worried she might need him.
    She must have seen it in his eyes because she sat up and took his hand, bringing it to her face. She closed her eyes and laid her cheek in his palm. “Don’t worry, I’m okay. I’m happy,” she said, opening her eyes to gaze at him. “I’m happy that I don’t have to hide anymore.”
    Michael cupped her face and brought his lips to her forehead, just pressing them against her. “I love you, baby.”
    “I love you.”
     
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    Sophie watched as he walked out, closing the bedroom door behind him. She climbed out of the bed and opened the curtains. Michael went out the front door, slipping his arm through his jacket. She heard the beeping of the car door and watched as he slid his computer bag into the back seat before climbing into the driver’s side. Before he closed the door, he glanced up and caught her eye. He raised a hand and smiled a small smile, then closed the door and drove off.
    She turned back into the room and looked around. Finding the paddle on the floor, she picked it up. Her bottom twitched and her pussy clenched. The sensations so opposed one another, but at the same time, went hand in hand. Walking to the