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‘please.’ And second,” I stretch myself over him, trapping his cock as I sit astride him. “I’m not finished.”
    He tenses his shoulders, his head falling back. “Ye’re evil.” Then he lifts his head up briefly. “ Mistress. ”
    I laugh, then remove my bra and bend over him, offering him my nipple. “You have no idea just how evil I can be.”
    He suckles me eagerly, and I’m so aroused from our play that I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. I breathe deeply, lose myself in the moment, feeling a spreading warmth from my center expand over my thighs. His teeth close on the tip of my breast, the pain warring against the exquisite pleasure.
    When I finally mount him, we’re both nearly begging, and I’m so wet I take him in nearly to the hilt. I ride him mercilessly, knowing he is unable to thrust fully into me, and the intensity seems endless as I lean forward, pressing my breasts against him as I savage his mouth. He quakes against me, and when I sense he’s close to the brink, I let myself go, falling over the edge with abandon. He goes with me, mouth desperate against mine, as we plunge into sensation.
    Afterwards, I untie him, and he shakes his hands and legs to get back his circulation. I’m about to ask how it was, but he reaches for me, pulling me into his lap and devouring my mouth. I’m breathless when he finally pulls away.
    “You are incredible.”
    I preen under his compliment. “I can be. I take it you liked it?”
    “Verra much. When’s it my turn?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “When do I get to tie ye up and torture ye? Seems only fair.”
    I laugh. “Uh, no.”
    He leans back on the bed, propping himself up on one arm. “Why not?” He asks it without menace, but my hackles go up regardless.
    “Because I’m a dominant woman, and I’m like that in the bedroom one hundred percent of the time.” I wriggle off the bed, putting away my tools, which conveniently ensures I don’t have to look at him. This is why you don’t take on newbies , I chide myself harshly. So you don’t have to deal with these kinds of questions. If I’m being honest—what is that I hear? My conscience laughing at me?—there’s more to it than my protests...though I barely admit it to myself. The air has cooled, causing goosebumps on my naked skin.
    I’m vaguely aware of his movements, but it still takes me a little off guard when he slides his hands around my waist, gently nudging me back against him. His body radiates heat, and he eases my slight chill. “Have ye never tried?” His breath brushes against my ear, his voice soft.
    I would prefer not to answer, but he’s been nothing but honest and accepting so far. I let down my guard a hair. “No, I haven’t. I know I wouldn’t like it,” I say in a low tone.
    He holds me, rests his chin against the top of my head. “If ye’d ever be up to the challenge, I’d love to see ye just as I was, spread wide and naked.” His hand trails down, finding just the right spot between my legs where I’m still taut from orgasm. “I’d love to push my cock into ye, feel yer liquid heat, knowing ye could do nothing more than lie back and enjoy.” He turns me and kneels down. “And I’d use my mouth on ye, love.” He spreads my legs, and I lean back against the footboard of the bed. “Giving ye pleasure ye’d be unable to refuse.” His hot tongue finds me immediately, his fingers plunging deep inside me. He slides my thigh over his shoulder, giving him even greater access as he slides yet another finger into the rhythm. The fullness is so incredible, and I can’t stop the cries of pleasure from echoing in the room as he laves my clit. My fingers sink into his hair, holding him against me as my release grips me and fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
    I sag against the bed, spent, and he returns to his feet, taking me back into his arms. “Do ye think ye might be willing to let me try? I think ye might enjoy it more than ye think.”
    And