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commanding tone of his voice was like an aphrodisiac to her already overheated body. Where had he been? She"d looked for him, and when she couldn"t find him, she"d asked Anna and Loren if they"d seen him. When they"d answered no, she"d gone hunting again, only to have him sneak up behind her like this.
    “Come where?”

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    “No questions, remember?”
    Oh yes, she remembered. She also knew wherever they went, he"d better bend her over and give her exactly what she needed. His cock.
    “This thing is driving me insane. At first it wasn"t so bad, but now, every step I take inches me closer to coming.”
    He didn"t answer, instead leading her toward a door, which he quickly opened and closed behind them. They were in a smaller room, complete with a bar. “How did you find this place?”
    “Go to the bar.”
    “Say please.” She turned toward him, hoping to see a smile on his face. Instead, he frowned.
    “Go to the bar.” The commanding tone was back, and she swallowed hard.
    “Fine.” She walked slowly, swinging her hips in an exaggerated manner. The chain rubbed her clit, and she wondered again if it would get her off. “Shall I bend over and lift my skirt?”
    “No. Stop when you get there and turn to me.”
    She did as he asked, running her fingers along the edge of her neckline, over the swell of her breasts. “Shall I get on my knees?”
    “Did you remember the part where I said no questions?”
    “That was for the hour. It"s over now, isn"t it? Easiest hour I ever spent.”
    “Really? So you didn"t want to come? Didn"t feel the coin or the chain?”
    The giggle was back, and she hated it. “Of course I felt it. And I wanted to come, but I was a good girl and didn"t. Do I get a reward?”
    “Indeed. Lift your skirt up over your hips.”
    “With pleasure.” She pulled the skirt up, holding it with one hand while the other strayed to her pussy.
    “No. Hands off.”
    Clarissa glanced over at him. He hadn"t moved an inch away from the doorway.
    “What?”
    “Spread your legs and just stand there, on display for me.” Shock ran through her, and she tried to process what he"d just said. He wasn"t going to touch her? Just look?
    “But…”
    “Shush, do as I say.” For a split second, she thought about saying no. She"d just worn his coin for an hour, and now he was just going to look at her? Was there something wrong here? Was he setting her up for potential embarrassment? Was someone hiding with a video camera? If something like this made it on the Net, her father would never forgive her. He had enough troubles dealing with photos of her at parties or clubs. If he saw one of her standing in high heels with her dress around her waist, he"d probably die of embarrassment.

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    “Maybe this isn"t a good idea.”
    He walked toward her slowly, his steps measured. “Don"t you want to come?”
    “Yes, but—” She glanced around the room. He stopped in front of her, placed his hand on her hip.
    “Lift up your skirt.” His touch felt like fire, even through the dress. All thoughts of pranks ran away, and she focused her gaze on his mouth as she gathered her skirt in her hands and inched it upward. The material rustled against her stockings, the feeling decadent and oh so sexy.
    “That"s a good girl.” He stroked her hip, lifting his hand long enough for her skirt to rise above her hip, and then he got down on his haunches, his breath hot against her pussy.
    “So beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers tracing her slit. “Something tells me it won"t take much for you to come.”
    He parted her lips, stroked his index finger over her clit, and pulled on her ring.
    Clarissa soared, her orgasm rolling through her body rapidly. She braced one hand against the bar, the other still holding up the skirt as she bucked against his hand, trying to increase the pressure. “Yes. More please, more.”
    He leaned forward and blew on her clit, his hot breath on her wet folds