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was going to come in the kitchen. She’d dampen her master’s hand, grind against him, try to hold in her cries of release.
    He worked her harder. The tension was about to spill.
    She held her breath. Her pulse thudded in her ears.
    “Hold that thought,” he said, stepping away and allowing her skirt to float down to cover her pussy and thighs.
    “Ivor…” she gasped, her arms flailing for him. She opened her eyes. “I was just about to… Sir… I…”
    “I know.” He bit on his bottom lip. “You were just about to orgasm.”
    “Yes, but…?” She was frantic and furious. What was the point in that? What was he doing?
    He raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled. “I want…” he said, “for us to remember the sexual frustration we had when you were a virgin and I was waiting for us to be married before I touched you.”
    “You want that again? But why?” It had been so hard.
    “Yes, just for one night.” He shrugged, then walked to the sink and ran the tap. He washed his hands. “Maybe I’m just being melancholy, thinking about us when we were young and everything was new.”
    “New.” Melody pushed her hands through her hair. Her brow was a little damp. Her pussy was hot, her heart rate still clattering along at a fast rate.
    She thought of Lottie, all young and pretty, with no doubt a prim, taut pussy that hugged her master’s cock. Is that what Ivor wanted?
    Did Ivor want Lottie?
    She was aware of the colour draining from her face as she clutched the kitchen work surface to her left. Jealousy once again raged through her veins. Hot and acidic, it scorched over her skin and made her scalp tingle. “Lottie,” she managed.
    “What?” Ivor wiped his hands on a cloth then threw it aside. It landed on the table.
    “Lottie, you want Lottie.”
    He tipped his head and studied her. “If I wanted to play with Lottie and Rupert permitted, then I would, that’s how the club works.” He paused. “But you know that.”
    “It’s different, you want to…” She could hardly bring herself to say it.
    “What?”
    “You want to fuck her.”
    “No, I don’t.” He shook his head and his frown deepened.
    “But how can you not? She’s young and pretty, virginal almost and dressed in white.” She gestured to her own outfit. “Which is clearly your thing tonight as you picked this for me.”
    He tipped his chin up and pulled in a breath. His nostrils flared. “I will not have this.”
    His voice was low and dangerous and Melody wrapped her arms around her waist. Nervousness romped through her but she was unable to stop the emotions spiralling.
    “You know full well that I only want you,” Ivor said. “You’re the only woman I have fucked for the last ten years and the only woman I intend to fuck for the rest of my life. I might play, do a scene, but I’ll never sink my dick into another cunt other than yours.” He stepped up to her. “And you will only ever have my cock inside your pussy.”
    His wide shoulders filled her vision; he was breathing fast, like her.
    “So I will not tolerate you not grasping the depths of my desire for you, sub. I only want you and you will accept that.” His eyes flashed as he curled his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her close. “Tell me you understand me.”
    She pressed her hands over his chest. “Yes, yes, I understand.” And she did. There was no denying the vehemence in his tone or the intensity of his words.
    “Never forget it or you will be severely punished.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Because I won’t have you doubting my love for you when what I’m doing is replaying one of the most amazing nights of my life.” He touched his nose to hers. “You will be my virgin bride again tonight, and we will feel the torturous frustration we did back then.”
    He took her hand and slid it down to his groin.
    Melody pulled in a deep breath. He was rock solid and his cock strained at the material of his trousers.
    Ivor wasn’t usually one to