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breathing quickened. He stared at my fingers as they brought me closer and closer to climax. He hungered for me.
    “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
    The words poured out. “I want to fuck you, Bethany. I want to fuck you hard. Until you scream. I don’t want you to come by yourself. I want to be inside you when—”
    “Enough!” The denial was killing him. Yes! “I’m in control. I’ll come any way I please.” His pleading expression made my pussy throb. I teetered on the edge of orgasm. So close. Almost there. A rush of pleasure ignited within me, spreading through my body in waves. It grew more powerful, more intense. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensations. Moans escaped me. I pictured Dylan watching me, desperate to be inside my pussy. Gradually, the spasms diminished, growing fainter and fainter, until I returned to reality. It took me several seconds to get myself together.
    When I opened my eyes, Dylan looked frustrated, let down. A strand of hair fell over his brow, and I wanted to walk over, brush it off and comfort him.
    “Lie on the bed,” I said, panting.
    He climbed onto the bedspread and lay on his back. Immediately, I straddled him, my skirt practically rolling itself up into a belt, and I rubbed myself against his cock, enjoying the last tingles of orgasm.
    My orgasm. Not his. Mine.
    He groaned as my juices covered his cock. “Fuck me, Mistress.”
    “I’ll fuck you on my terms,” I said. “When I’m ready. Now put your hands over your head.”
    He complied, and I read the expression on his face. Deeply aroused. Dying to feel my pussy clenched around his cock. Happy to let me proceed. Reaching over the edge of the bed, I pried a Velcro restraint from beneath the covers. I fastened the band around one wrist, making sure it was snug, not tight, and adjusted the straps so that he had a bit of slack. Just enough to make him comfortable. I followed the same procedure with his other hand. When I finished, Dylan smiled.
    I pushed myself off his chest, shimmied out of the skirt and removed the Lycra top, deliberately and seductively cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples.
    “You’ve got a smoking-hot body,” he said.
    I blushed. Even after being together for so many years, his compliments made me giddy. Now what to do with his legs? Kneeling between them, I considered my options. Spreader bar? No. It would get in the way, and I needed full access to his cock.
    Restraints, then. “Bend your knees and keep them that way.” He did as I said. I secured restraints around both his ankles, double-checking the length of the straps. There. All tied up. I admired my work.
    “Now that I’m at your mercy, may I ask what you have planned?” he asked with a wink.
    “No, you may not.” I gave him a wicked grin.
    “May I make suggestions?”
    “No, you may not.” I was getting into this. Maybe a dominatrix was hiding inside me after all. She just needed to be unleashed. “The next part of the evening is all planned. I’m going to push your limits.”
    Dylan laughed. “Are you?”
    He thought I couldn’t do it. He thought I didn’t dare. There was one thing he had always told me he never, ever wanted to do, but I knew he’d enjoy it once he tried.
    Dylan didn’t want his ass played with. Well, tonight his virgin ass would get played with plenty. Oh yes. After I got started, and he broke through the psychological barrier a lot of straight men had about ass play, he’d beg me to ease my finger inside him.
    “Don’t look.” I took the toy and a few other necessities out of the bottom drawer and laid them next to me. A rubber glove. Lubricant. The butt plug. Simple and effective.
    Before telling him what I planned to do, I better get him in the mood. It wouldn’t be difficult. Glad I decided to keep the ponytail, I leaned over, lapping at his balls until the flesh tightened. I alternated from one to the other, sucking gently before releasing them.
    “Suck my cock,” he said