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yours. And then I’m going to ride it.”
    I gulped, then hurried to do her bidding. The anticipation, the excitement made me clumsy, and I got my head momentarily stuck in my T-shirt, then turned all thumbs when it came to undoing my jeans and getting them off. Cassie crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. Seconds later I was in the position she’d commanded.
    â€œAbout damn time, too.” She reached down and undid the flap in her leather outfit that gave access to the heaven between her legs. Then she straddled my stomach, her slickness smearing against my abs. It took every bit of willpower I possessed not to grab her and impale her on my cock.
    She crawled up my body and positioned herself over my head. “Lick me. When you’ve made me come, I’ll allow your cock inside me.”
    â€œYes, Mistress.” Immediately, I lifted my head to reach her and stuck out my tongue. She hadn’t given me permission to use my hands, so I folded them behind my neck for support. The first taste of her tangy sweetness was sublime, and I was sure that if I could see my cock, I’d glimpse the precome seeping from its tip. God, how I wanted her.
    I pleasured her the best way I knew how. There was no teasing my Mistress—she wouldn’t allow it. So I didn’t delay. I went straight for her clit, flicking and circling it with my tongue until it swelled, then sucked it into my mouth and pulled until she came.
    There was a moment when she stopped being a Mistress, my Mistress, and simply became a woman thrust into oblivion. “Fuck…oh fuck…yes…yes…YES!” She continued to swear and babble nonsense as her pleasure washed over her.
    I didn’t move a muscle. All I wanted was her hot, tight sheath around my shaft and I wasn’t going to do a damn thing to jeopardize that. My good behavior was rewarded. As soon as she recovered sufficiently, Cassie shifted back down my body, grasped my cock in her hand and pointed it at her entrance. Then, without preamble, she dropped down onto it. One second I was out, the next second I was in. My body and brain couldn’t quite catch up with what was happening, and were further confused when she began to ride me, fast and furious.
    I was helpless. All I could do was lie there, like some kind of sex machine rather than a human being. She was fucking me, but using my cock for her own pleasure. I still didn’t know if she was going to allow me to come—she’d said I could get inside her, but not that I’d be allowed to climax.
    It was torture and perfection all at once. It didn’t matter whether she gave me permission to climax or not.My Mistress was on me—in more ways than one—and she was happy. And when she was happy, I was happy.
    For me, that was heaven.

IN THE DARKNESS
    Regina Lafayette
    I strain my ears to listen for her. My hands are stretched above my head, wrists held in cuffs anchored to the bed with thick chain. I blink fruitlessly against the blindfold Nicole has placed on me and let out a frustrated groan.
    Dammit, I think. I don’t even know if she’s in the room right now.
    My whole body is alert, lying exposed and at her disposal. Suddenly, I feel her swing a leg over to straddle me. The soft touch of her leather crop kisses my neck, the flat tip dragging agonizingly slowly over my breasts and down the center of my belly. With a sure and quick motion she flicks the sensitive flesh of my clit, making me cry out. I tense, unable to see where she’s aiming her next blow.
    â€œI love when you tense like that in anticipation,” she says, amusement clear in her voice. “Now where shall I hit you?” she asks, and I feel her shift. I think she’s putting herself in a better position to wield her crop until I feel her mouth descend onto my cunt.
    â€œOh fuck,” I say, the deliberate strokes of her tongue catching me by surprise. She works over my clit