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her.
    “Suck them.”
    She didn’t need to be told twice. Wanting to make him lose
his mind, she kissed her way up his thighs and sucked on every part of him she
could reach while giving him a hand job sure to end in an explosive orgasm.
    That he allowed it gave her back the power, a heady rush at
the thought he couldn’t help himself around her. She should have known he
wouldn’t let her finish him, though.
    “Naughty girl,” he said on a moan. “Did Master tell you to
jerk him off?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “You need to be punished.” He sounded way too enthused about
the idea and yanked her up by the hair. A little too hard.
    “Ow. Jeez, Mike. That—”
    He spun her around and smacked her ass.
    “Damn it. I—”
    He smacked her again, then again. Repeatedly. And the pain
started to feel…good?
    Too weird.
    Mike wasn’t finished. He pushed her forward onto the bed.
His rough handling simultaneously aroused and scared her.
    “Mike?”
    “No, baby. That’s Sir.” He handled her like a doll,
attaching her wrists to restraints tied to the posts of the bed while she remained
belly-down. “Now remember, you don’t like this, you know what to say. But I
really think you should give it a chance before you stop us.” He kissed his way
down her back and lingered over her ass, massaging her cheeks and nipping them
until she couldn’t stop squirming against the bed. “Besides, you owe me.”
    “I owe you?”
    He bit her buttock. “I owe you, Sir. ”
    She moaned. “I owe you…Sir?”
    “Better.” He spread her cheeks wide then kissed her there,
and the sensation had her grinding against the bed.
    She hadn’t realized how sensitive she would be.
    “Yeah. You had me hard through the movie, rubbing against my
cock. And then nearly jacking me off just now. What a bad girl. You need a good
assfucking, don’t you?”
    She had a hard time believing any of this to be real. Mike
was totally into dominating her, and she was right there with him. Loving every
second of it. Excited over the taboo turn their night had taken, she nodded.
“Yes, Sir. I do.”
    He mounted her on the bed, lying over her from head to toe.
“You really do. But first I need to get really hard.”
    As if the poker against her ass wasn’t ramrod stiff enough.
    He nudged her thighs wide, angled her hips up, then inched
into her pussy. The sensation of being filled while covered… indescribable.
Then he reached around them and fingered her clit.
    She tried to get him to put more of himself inside her,
wriggling to seat him deeper. But he held still, playing with her clit and
driving her insane.
    He nipped her neck and whispered, “You want a good fuck? How
bad, girl?”
    “So bad, Sir. God, fuck me. I need you in me,” she begged,
not too proud.
    He thrust hard, and she neared her end, on the narrow edge
of climax. He stopped moving and continued to pluck her clit. One more touch
and she seized around him, bucking and crying out, caught in the restraints,
under him.
    “What a naughty girl,” he whispered as he continued to rub
her. “Coming without permission.”
    “Mike,” she moaned. “Sir.”
    He withdrew from her body and rested against her ass, still
thick and hard. Then he nudged between her cheeks and inserted just the tip of
himself inside her. “Shit, girl,” he swore. “You’re going to be so tight. But
not yet.”
    Mike left her lying like a limp rag and returned moments
later. She heard the buzz of her vibrator. “Now let’s fill you up, hmm?” He
eased it inside her already slick pussy. But then he withdrew it and started
playing with her ass. Rimming her, inserting it in small bits.
    The pleasure shocked her because she hadn’t expected any of
it. And she wanted more.
    He pulled the toy away, and when he put it back moments
later, it slid easily against her.
    “I lubed it, don’t worry.” He groaned. “God, you have a
perfect ass. I’m fucking hard as hell waiting to take you.”
    She arched her hips up,