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been wet since she met him
six months ago. Most days she didn't have a dry minute at all. She
moaned, moved over them, tried to get him to rub her clit. Maybe
he'd let her come now, relieve the tension, let her lose the
adrenaline rush cursing through her.
    “Ah!”
    Sounds of pussy slapping broke the background noise
of the river current, the chipper of birds, and the occasional
small boat engine rumble as it cruised by their hideout. She
bounced back with each hit wanting more. Her small hand came on top
of his large one when he finally rubbed her clit. His eyes were
warm, his face determined, scary, and sexy, and she wanted him to
hurt her. While sucking on his thumb, she pressed the heel of his
palm on her clit and locked her eyes with his letting him see what
she needed.
    Maybe if she begged?
    He smiled. "You're a very needy puppy. Bite down."
He shook her jaw.
    She bit his thumb while he let her use his hand.
Back and forth she glided on his palm. Almost there, oh yes please.
A few seconds more and she'd spill into his hand. Moaning,
breathless, drool pooling in the back of her throat she wanted to
beg for release but couldn't with a mouthful.
    "Harder." He pushed two fingers inside her. She
rubbed herself, rose up and down on his fingers, and bit down on
his thumb. Closing her eyes when she felt the orgasm coming, she
bit and sucked him.
    "Harder."
    Her eyes snapped open. She'd hurt him if she bit
down any more.
    She hesitated. It was hard thinking of much else
than his fingers inside her but she knew she couldn't bite more.
"Oh pluuase," she said through her teeth. She wanted to come,
didn't want to bite. His fingers left her pussy, his palm landed
across her nose. Ouch! Her nose tingled with the force of the hit
and her eyes teared. Her teeth dug into his skin while his hand
forced her jaw closed even more. Drool pulled in her mouth but she
sucked and keened, whined in distress.
    "'That's enough."
    She released his thumb. His face inches from hers,
he smeared her wetness on her lips. She tasted herself then swiped
her tongue over her lips for more. He turned around and plowed
inside his duffle bag. Sir R retrieved a three-inch thick leather
dog collar. All the thoughts of orgasm and biting, the whistling
birds and the river in the background cleared. It was like he'd
pulled out a diamond ring the size of a coconut.
    Back straight, breasts spilled over her bra,
underwear somewhere around her ankles, hair in her face, she
interlocked her fingers behind her back. If she were a real puppy,
she'd pant now. So, she did just that, she panted with her little
tongue over her bottom lip.
    "Don't question me, don't hesitate when I tell you
something, just do it. Understood?"
    "I didn't want to hurt you."
    He lifted an eyebrow.
    "Yes, Sir, I'm sorry, I'll do it."
    He snapped the tag from the new collar and stood
before her. Her eyes on the most prized possession of his for her,
she gave him her neck. "Pet store, Sir?"
    "Only the best for my pup."
    "Food was on sale this weekend."
    Mid way to placing his collar on her, his eyebrows
shot up.
    She pinched her lips in a smile, and searched the
ceiling with her eyes. Okay, so maybe she wasn't funny.
    "Got a bag of treats," he said, his fingers brushing
her neck. "Bacon bits. You like those?"
    "Um…"
    "You're anxious," he said.
    "Yes." This meet was really an audition, a trial run
for both of them. She hoped she pleased him at end of the weekend
because her gut told her they were right for each other.
    "Just kidding about the bits.” He crouched in front
of her again and held out the collar. "Until Sunday, you understand
that don't you?"
    "Yes Sir, but I'm hoping you'll let me take it
home." There it was, the truth, best tell him what she hoped for
from the start. Laid bare, exposed, she inhaled the scent of new
leather and wondered if honesty was the best policy.
    He stopped, held the collar out of reach.
    She lowered her head. "I sound like the most
desperate person in the world