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of the game. I give him my eyes and barely touch him yet slightly knock the head of him against my wet and ready entrance. Those little knocks are simple promises of what he wants but can’t have. My nipples brushing his lips as I grip his hair to keep him in place send him wild.
    I burn and ache. My core clenches over and over again, wanting his thick, long cock to spear me and fuck me raw as he promised.
    “Fuck yes, that’s it.” His forehead glistens with perspiration, as does my own skin. “Let me in.” He thrusts upwards, banging the covered, bulbous head of his length against my entrance. Nothing but two thin pieces of fabric separate us. “Let me fuck you!” He starts thrusting wildly, hitting my clit with each pound, sending waves of euphoric bliss burning through me. My stomach begins to clench, my orgasm inevitable, so I rip myself away, pushing him down as I climb from his body.
    He roars loudly at the loss and angry eyes glare at me. “Get the fuck back here.” I can see his cock twitching and throbbing through the tight grey fabric of his boxers. A wet spot forms where the head of his dick rests against his thigh. “Bring me to release or let me relieve myself!”
    “No.” I grin again and rest back against the pole.
    “Release me now!” He bellows, tugging against the restraints. It’s futile. The cuffs are leather, the strongest kind. He has no chance of escape. “I’ll have you fired. This is torture. I will own you.”
    “That’s a lot of threats for a helpless man with his pants around his ankles.” I laugh a breathy laugh and press my foot against his groin. “You have no power here, my Lord Duke.”
    “I have all of the power here,” he spits, relaxing back into his seat and inhaling a breath. “Because it’s me who pays you at the end of it.” His eyes narrow. “And if you don’t get that sexy round arse back here and sit on my cock until I come, you will regret it.”
    “Please,” I prompt and grin when he growls with frustration. “Fine. I’ll let you come, but on one condition.”
    “What’s that?”
    “You don’t ever call me a whore again.” I don’t know why hearing that word from his mouth had such a negative effect on me. I’ve heard it a hundred times from many different men and it didn’t hurt, but from this man, this man I don’t even know, it hurt my feelings. It felt personal. “It doesn’t suit you.”
    Those icy eyes soften for only a chaste moment. “You have my word,” he promises and I turn and lower myself onto his thighs. “I want to wrap your hair around my hand. Allow me the pleasure.”
    “You know the rules, my Lord.” I grin wickedly and step away from him once more, dancing against the pole with my eyes shut. “No touching.”
    “Why do you cover your face?” He asks as his eyes gaze hungrily at my body.
    I keep moving around the pole, my body slow and sultry, my movements as smooth as a flutter of silk in a breeze. “The same reason a builder wears a hard-hat.”
    “To protect yourself?”
    “Perhaps.”
    “Do you have some kind of disfigurement that would lose you custom?”
    I laugh a little and reward him by bending low and wriggling my rear at him. “Perhaps.”
    “I’d like to see your face.”
    “Maybe one day you will.” I clap my hands loudly twice and the colour of the light changes from red to purple.
    My Lord Duke blinks rapidly as he adjusts to it. “Your skin is glowing…”
    I dangle upside down from the middle of the pole. “Have you ever fucked a woman’s mouth in this position?”
    His ragged inhale tells me he hasn’t.
    “Would you like to?”
    His nod tells me he would. He shifts in his seat and flexes his hands. “You like to tease me.”
    “I love to tease you.” This is also another truth. It excites me when he shows his frustration. I bet that in the real world he doesn’t lose it often. “And you love it too.”
    A groan rips through his chest when I drop to my knees and crawl towards