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her neck exposed, soft and vulnerable while the butterflies in her
stomach turned into lust and arousal flushed from the tip of her
head to her toes. Her pussy lips tingled, her panties wetted.
    "Have you touched yourself?" he said.
    She shook her head. She was so horny and needy, he
didn't let her please herself for ten days as they counted down to
today. The denial was the first order he'd given her and she obeyed
like a good pup she was.
    He buried his face in her neck. "The more I have you
in my arms, the more I want to hurt you."
    She smiled in relief when he hardened on her belly.
She wanted him to burry himself to the hilt inside her and ride her
long and hard. She wiggled. He grunted and looked up. "All right
Shaye, let’s start from the bottom, hmm?"
    "Um…now?" Dallas was still here!
    "Now."
    Dallas wouldn't come inside the tent would he? "Yes,
Sir R."
    "Sir will do. Can you stand?" He winked and squeezed
her hips. She stood back, again, hands interlocked behind her.
    His black tennis shoes came off first then socks and
then his shirt to reveal a hard chest with wide shoulders and
corded muscle. She wanted to rub her face in his chest and lick the
trail down to his middle and then choke on his length. Her eyes
focused on his erection. Under his pants, he flexed it then said,
"Up here." His eyes were smiling. "I can't say I've ever done any
medical RP." He came closer and tugged up the seams of her top.
    She raised her hands. "I was rushing and got
distracted." Frank's face flashed her thoughts, but she squished
him away. He was her problem to deal with and he didn't have a
place here under the privacy of their tent.
    Sir removed her top, straightened then folded it on
the bed. He did the same with her bottoms once she removed her
shoes and socks. In pink matching cotton bra and underwear she
stood before him while his hand caressed the top of her breasts. In
a C cup, slightly smaller than her D size, the bra barely covered
her nipples. He pulled the material down, tucked it under her
breasts. Soft, large palms weighed her tits, flicked her nipples.
"What are your safewords?"
    "Traffic lights, Sir."
    "You don't have to add Sir every time, only some
time. Your tone carries louder to me."
    He walked around her and pulled her underwear down
to her knees. "Take your ankles."
    She bent and gripped her ankles. His big hands were
smooth when they trailered over her bottom and they were rough when
his fingers dug into her cheeks. He slapped one then the other,
reached over her and gripped her hair. "You want to please me don't
you?"
    He tugged up and she let go of her ankles when he
came around her. The grip on her hair tightened, she rose on her
toes and held his forearm with both hands.
    "You want to please me at your expense?"
    "Yes, Sir."
    "You want to cry?"
    "Yes, Sir! Ah!" she squeaked out when he shook her
body by the hair.
    He pressed down on top of her head and she knelt
holding onto his thighs. He crouched in front of her then released
her hair. She placed her hands on his knees. Her face between his
palms, he assaulted her mouth. Teeth clashing, tongues twirling,
she moaned against his mouth and leaned forwards for more. She
almost tipped him over. He pulled back and slapped her. When she
fell to the side he picked her back up. They locked eyes. Sir R
searched hers for truth.
    Thing was, some women spoke a lot online but with
real encounters, they weren't ready and found themselves not liking
the real deal. She didn’t lie about her end of the power exchange,
the need to be treated like a dirty, bad puppy girl, and while the
left side of her face prickled with heat, she lowered her head and
kissed the hand that hit her.
    "All right then." He pushed his thumb into her mouth
and gripped her jaw underneath while his other hand cupped her
pussy. Oh, thank God. She pressed down almost sitting on his palm,
loving the way his fingers touched her. They were soft when they
played over her wet entrance. Shaye had