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her face, and he suspected she might be lying when she broadened her smirk and said, “Oh yes.” Maybe not lying. But only revealing a facet, as he said before.
    “Well then. I’ll make a deal. I noticed you have sharp fingernails. I will give consent for you to use them on me if…”
    The look of curiosity on her face made him think he had her hooked. “If what?”
    “If I get to kiss you in the meantime.”
    Sue wrapped her arms around him and tapped his back with her nails. “You’re sure?”
    That was answer enough for him. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard. Her lips parted, and he deepened the kiss. Immediately she dug her nails into his back and scraped down, sending pain shooting through him. She didn’t mess around, and for a moment, he thought she might be drawing blood.
    He pulled her close, feeling her breasts against his bare chest where they were pushed up by the bustier. He cupped her ass. Maybe he shouldn’t have. She could hardly use a safe word while lip-locked. He loosened his grip on the back of her head for a moment, in case she needed to speak.
    Instead, she dug a few more lines into his back. She was fierce, exactly the way he liked women. He didn’t usually go after dommes, but he wanted someone with some fight in her, and Sue had plenty.
    She shifted her leg so she was straddling him, her crotch against his knee. His cock ached, but he wasn’t going to make it the center of attention. She liked to control orgasms? Well, he refused to play, seeking her pleasure by choice, no matter how much his dick thought otherwise.
    He bunched up her skirt in the back. It was so short even a little tug was enough to pull it away, so his knee felt the soft silk of her panties instead of leather. And her panties were very wet. He pulled her hair back, breaking the kiss for a moment, even as she traced more fire between his shoulders. “You like this.”
    “You’re not just kissing.”
    “No, I’m not. Is that little scratching the best you have, girl? Because I’m going to get bored and rip your clothes off if you don’t try harder.”
    “You wouldn’t.”
    He grinned.
    “Never mind.” She grinned back, reached under his kilt, and grabbed his cock in her small hand.
    “That’s not within our rules, either,” he said. He didn’t really object. Her hand was cool and wonderful.
    “Oh yes it is.” She must have bent her fingers, because instead of a nice, smooth masturbating stroke, her nails made a line of pain on his cock, all the way from the base to the sensitive head.
    “Fucking hell.” He pushed her off him, sending her sprawling on the soft sand. She lost her grip, or God knows what those nails might have done to his privates. In a moment, he was on her, protecting himself by pressing his cock against her hip bone and nudging his leg against her pussy. He pulled the cups of the bustier down, exposing small but beautiful round breasts, topped by bunched pink nipples.
    “Kissing,” he said, and fiercely sucked one of her hard peaks.
    “Scratching,” she replied, and scraped her nails across his cheek.
    Instinctively, he grabbed her wrists and pushed them up and to the ground. She’d gotten very close to his eye, and protecting himself was reflexive. On the other hand, the position left him on top of her holding her to the ground, and he couldn’t blame her if she perceived it to be sexual assault. He let go of her wrists and unlatched from her breast. He looked up at her.
    To his surprise, she was grinning. She slid down and moved her head up before sinking her teeth into his neck.
    “Fuck, girl.” That wasn’t in the agreement, but he wasn’t going to safeword. He’d escalate back. He reached his hand down to her thigh and then moved it upward, giving her a moment to say something or stop him if she wanted. She found another place to bite. He slipped his hand under her panties and felt heaven, soft and wet and tight around his two fingers.
    This time, it was she who