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one fingertip over the soft flesh, watching his hips shift as she almost scraped him with a nail and then continued on, tracing over the cleft of his ass, and down the muscled lines of his legs.
     
    When she came back to his cock, it was because she had an overwhelming desire to slip him into her mouth, to devour him. He was still semi-soft, and when she wrapped her lips around him, he was small and soft. She sucked hard at him, dragging her teeth over his most delicate skin, and he groaned again, his hips coming off the bed as his body begged to fuck her. He hardened, thickened, and the transition against the sensitive flesh of her tongue was a delight she hadn’t anticipated.
     
    She crawled up his body, nestling the tip of him against her aching, empty core, and she grinned at him. “Talk to me,” she whispered. “Tell me all the dirty things you want.”
     
    “I want what you want,” he said, his eyes locked on hers.
     
    She slapped at his nipple, not hard, but with enough sting to make him bite his lip and shift. “Pretty answer,” she said, “Very pretty, and some day, that’s what I’ll want to hear you say, but it’ll be because you’re kneeling at my feet and there’s no other answer that’s allowed. Right now? Right now, I want to hear what you want.”
     
    She’d never thought of herself as someone who needed to be in control, who even wanted that responsibility. She’d so often been passive in the bedroom — and in so many other spheres — but seeing him squirm under her gaze was so delightful. She could see the appeal. She could utterly understand it. “I want to watch you use me,” he said, his voice suddenly breathless and needy. God, she loved that, she loved the way he wanted her so much that he couldn’t breathe.
     
    She knelt over him, taking the tip of him deep into her core, sliding delicately down until he was buried in her, and little electric shocks were sliding up and down her spine. And then a funny little idea occurred to her. “Bend your legs for me.”
     
    His eyes were tight and unfocused. “What?”
     
    She slapped at his knees to get his attention. “Bend your legs. Up. So I can lean back against them.”
     
    He did it, making a vee with his torso and his thighs. She leaned back against his legs and braced her feet against the bed. “Oh, holy shit,” he said, his eyes slipping wide, and she had to laugh, she absolutely had to, watching his face go from easy pleasure to serious tension as she spread herself open for him. He could see everything from this angle, her pussy spread wide open by her thighs and his cock, the glistening slide of his body burying in her again and again, the glorious way she shivered as she slid her back up and down her legs.
     
    “I want to touch you,” he whispered, his hands clenching into fists and his shoulders clenching as he strained against the cuffs. “Mistress, please. I have to touch you.”
     
    She didn’t even slow down. “No,” she said. “You stay where you are. I’m busy.” She let her tone slide towards irritated. How dare he argue with her, she tried to say, and he bit his lips furiously against whatever words wanted to slide out of him next. “Is this what you want to see?” She let one hand slide down again, trapping her clit between her fingers and stroking it gently, tugging at it as his eyes locked down on the sensitive nub. It felt amazing to touch herself when she was so stretched; it was nothing at all like touching herself before.
     
    “Zoey—” She slapped at his knee again, and he cried out this time, not in pain, but in frustration. “God—Mistress—” But whatever words he was going to speak were swallowed as he burst within her, his hips slamming up into her, completely outside of his control. He ran out of breath before his body was done making noise, and she watched him as he strained and struggled against bonds both physical and metaphysical.
     
    When he came down to earth, he was