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clit and along the delightful valley between her plump labia that led
to her cunt and asshole.
    When she started to say something he gave a
hard pinch to her rigid, swollen clit. “First lesson in submission—don’t talk
unless your master gives you permission. I’d hate to have to gag you.”
    No he wouldn’t. The fact that she was
helpless, bound to his will, apparently made her as hot as it did him. She’d
been so wet he’d had to use scissors instead of the electric clippers to trim
her pubic curls in preparation for the razor. “Would you like the gag? Or maybe
a blindfold? I want you to concentrate on how it feels to have my face buried
between your legs, my tongue lapping up your honey.”
    She shook her head, apparently afraid to
risk letting him gag her.
    “Second lesson. You don’t come until I say
so.”
    Sweet, sticky honey coated her from mound
to ass when he traced it with a finger. He couldn’t resist rimming her anus, or
rejoicing at her unmistakable reaction to him touching her where she’d said he
couldn’t go. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” Deliberately, he worked the tip of
one finger past her anal sphincter before moving forward to finger-fuck her
pussy.
    When she moaned and strained against her
bonds, he lay facedown against her mound and licked away the honey-flavored
lube before settling between her thighs and burrowing his face between her
outer labia. The sensation of warmth from her silky thighs against the shaved
sides of his head made him ravenous. Ravenous to claim her not only with his
mouth and hands but with his aching cock.
    She raised her hips as far as she could,
straining against her restraints. He thrust his tongue as deep as it would go
into her cunt while he kept stimulating her rear hole with his fingers and
nudging her clit with his nose.
    She was fucking hot. His control shredded,
he rotated his body over hers, stretching so that his dick nudged at her lips
until she opened and let him in. “Suck my cock,” he ordered, knowing his words
were muffled against her hot, wet cunt. Good thing she had some height or this
wouldn’t work.
    Her damp breath tickled his balls when she
took him deep down her throat and swallowed convulsively. She lapped his dick
with her tongue. That felt so damn good he thought the cock ring might split
open, it was cutting so hard into his distended flesh. He tongue-fucked her
faster as he worked another finger up her incredibly tight ass. The vibration
of a moan deep in her throat had him desperate…desperate to fuck her until they
were both screaming with satisfaction.
    He never lost this much control over his
body. Hadn’t for years, since he’d first got into dominance and submission when
he hadn’t been much more than a kid. Calling on years of iron-willed control,
he concentrated on giving Liz pleasure.
    When she moaned, the vibrations coursed
down his body. He began to move his fingers in and out of her ass, slowly at
first then faster and deeper when she didn’t protest.
     
    No wine and roses. No declarations of
undying love or even mindless lust. But Jack had allowed her no inhibitions
either. When he had tied her to the bed he’d set her free.
    That doesn’t make sense. But it’s true.
    Liz lay there helpless, his cock down her
throat, his arresting face buried in her shaved, incredibly sensitive pussy.
Her nipples tingled where he kept grazing them with his lightly furred,
muscular abs.
    Her cunt clenched around his agile tongue.
Pressure built inside her. She wanted to come. She didn’t dare. Not until he
gave her permission.
    She concentrated on feeling his slick,
pulsating shaft moving against her tongue. The slightly salty taste of his
flesh and his lubrication bathed the back of her throat as he fucked her mouth.
His smooth ball sac tickled her nose each time he forced her to deep-throat
him.
    She couldn’t think of what he was doing
with his tongue between her legs. If she did, she’d come, and he’d told her