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corrected myself.
    "Mmm, so it is." He drew tight circles around my clit. "And do you know what I do to a pussy that's as wet as this?"
    "N-no, Master."
    "I fuck it." He stepped away. "Get on your back."
    Here? Now? I did as he'd asked, lying down on the cold flood with my ass still on the towel. Not sure where to put my hands, I set them on my stomach. Daniel didn't correct me. Instead, he pressed a hand between my legs, parting them until they were as wide as they could go.
    "Don't move."
    My arms shook, and I tried to hold them steady. When Daniel returned, he lifted me so I was sitting up. Something plastic brushed against my lips, and after Daniel moved my hand around the water bottle, I took a handful of sips.
    "Are you okay?" he asked in his not-so-Dom voice.
    "Yes."
    "Am I going too fast?"
    I smiled. "No."
    "Too slow then?"
    "Maybe just a little."
    He took the bottle away once I offered it to him, and he laid me back down. As soon as I was on my back, the play continued. The sound of something tearing, which I could only assume was the condom wrapper, caught my attention.
    My anticipation flared. If I was as wet as he claimed, there was no doubt in my mind that we'd be together soon. And given how engorged he was when I went down on him, I could only guess how full he was about to make me feel.
    Something clicked. Moments later it happened again. Daniel moaned from somewhere above me. But when I finally felt him against my skin, it wasn't on my clit or anywhere near my pussy.
    "Yellow," I breathed, pressing against his chest with my hands.
    The finger rubbing my anus froze. "Yellow?"
    "I ... limits," I reminded him.
    He scoffed. "I remember. Don't worry. I don't plan on doing anal. Not unless you ask me for it."
    "Why would I as—"
    I arched my back. His finger moved again, gently massaging my anus. It was a strange feeling at first, but for some reason, the disgust with where he was touching me was soon overpowered with a sensation similar to when he'd touched my clit.
    "Doing okay?" he asked playfully.
    "Y-yes, Master."
    "Good girl."
    The circles around my anus stopped, and both of Daniel's hands pressed against my hips. He knelt between my knees and leaned forward to kiss me. I could vaguely sense him moving his hips as he parted my lips.
    Guiding himself to me, he applied a little pressure. The head of his cock teased my clit. I thrust back, trying to reposition myself so he could slip inside. Daniel deepened our kiss, hungrily tasting my tongue with his own, and as he did, he thrust into me, groaning when I took all of him in a single stroke.
    "Have I told you," Daniel began, panting around the words, "how fucking wet you are?"
    "You have," I murmured, rocking my hips back to draw him in some more.
    He pressed his forehead to mine. "Just checking. So, slow or fast?"
    It had been so long, I had no idea what my preference was. "Whatever you prefer."
    "You'll let me know if I'm too rough, right? "
    I nodded, which seemed to be more than adequate for the time being. Shoving his arm under my back, Daniel held me close, melding his body to mine. His abs rippled against my stomach when he pressed up against me, deepening his thrusts.
    Once we found our rhythm, he used long, fluid strokes, hitting against my G-spot every single time. I moved my hand to play with my clit, but Daniel stopped me.
    "We'll get to it," he promised, setting my arm over my head. "It belongs to me tonight. Remember?"
    "Yes, Master."
    "Good girl."
    His thrusts quickened, and as they did, he used his free hand to circle my clit with his thumb. The way he was teasing my clit—the way he was bucking into me—I knew I wasn't going to last long.
    I tensed as the first tremors of an orgasm passed over my spine, and I reached out for him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He held me even closer, moving only his hips as he thrust in. Pulled out. Drove in again.
    And every time he did, he sent electricity right through me. I clawed at his back. Ached to

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