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startled by the change in his demeanor. It wasn't that he became cold or hard, but instead, his voice took a gravitas of command, a tone that brooked no disagreement, and she felt herself standing up from the couch without even realizing she had agreed with his words.
    "Good," he replied, his blue eyes appraising her figure. "Damn, you're beautiful. Now, like I said, strip. But do it slowly. I like to be teased.”
    Erica couldn't believe herself as she started to sway to unheard music, working her hands down the sides of her sweater, running them over the swells of her breasts. She had always been the strong one in previous relationships, the one who made the decisions, and she never would have willingly stripped for a previous lover while he sat there lounging on a sofa like the king of the world. Then again, she wasn't the type to go up to a man's hotel room only hours after meeting him either. But there was something in Dwayne's eyes that made her want to obey his every word, to do whatever he told her to do. It was both scary and exhilarating at the same time.
    She felt her arousal growing as she took off her sweater and skirt, leaving herself in just the "sensible" bra and panties she had worn. Part of her wished she had chosen sexier garments instead, but by the look in Dwayne's eyes, she could tell he was still entertained. Her suspicion was confirmed as she watched the bulge in his suit pants grow bigger. She licked her lips at the thought of seeing what was contained within, and a fresh surge of wetness came over her.
    "That's enough," Dwayne said, standing and coming towards her. "I want you to take my clothes off, but you cannot touch my cock until I'm totally naked."
    Erica thrilled as Dwayne stood as still as a statue, letting her remove his suit piece by piece, her lust for him growing as she removed piece by piece until he too was in just his underwear. She ran her fingers over the taut, firm muscles of his chest and arms, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against his. He was nicely tanned, clearly a resident of the islands, and his skin carried just a hint of the outdoors with it. It was so different from the gossamer soft skin of many of the models she worked with, who spent all the time they could protecting their 'assets.' She could have spent hours just exploring his chiseled torso, but the outline of his cock in his underpants drew her attention lower, and her hands reached for it. He took hold of her wrists carefully in his strong hands, stopping her movement.
    "Ask for permission,” he said softly, the command still evident in his voice.
    She looked up at him, and felt her will bend to his.
    "Please, may I see it?" she asked, hunger evident in her tone. His answering smile filled her with joy, and she reached forward again reverently to feel his steely hard cock through the silk of his boxers.
    Sinking to her knees, she pulled his boxers down, revealing his throbbing nine inch cock, already oozing delicious-looking precum from the tip. She looked up into his eyes, filled with unspoken question. He nodded, and she reached out, taking him in her hand, reveling at the adamantine hardness of him. Reaching out with her tongue, she licked the precum from him, delighting in the sweetness of it. She took him deeply in her mouth, sucking his shaft deeply, until it hit the back of her throat. Bobbing her head back, she sucked again, forcing herself down his magnificent cock until her gag reflex kicked in and she pulled herself off of him, sputtering and coughing. "Sorry," she humbly said.
    "There's no need to apologize," Dwayne replied, stepping back to help her to her feet. “You’re incredible. But as wonderful as your lips are, I want to enjoy the rest of you."
    Taking her by the hand, he led her to the bed, stretching her out on the comforter. Reaching forward, he unclasped the front catch of her bra, peeling the cups aside to reveal her firm breasts. She could see him looking for a scar line, but she was