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not
to until he gave her permission. She made herself stop straining against her
bonds and raising her hips to intensify the contact there. If she could, she’d
have closed her ears against the slurping sound of him thrusting his tongue in
and out of her sopping cunt.
    Her arousal intensified so much that she
began to like the feeling of his fingers at her rear hole. She’d told him he
couldn’t fuck her ass but when he started moving his fingers inside her and
sliding them slowly back and forth, she wondered how having his cock there
would feel.
    He enjoys anal sex. He said so. She could imagine someday letting him take her that way. She could
even imagine enjoying it. What he was doing now felt good, not painful as she’d
imagined it would be.
    When he raised his hips and pulled his cock
out of her mouth she felt abandoned, but not as fully as when he slid his
fingers out of her ass and lifted his face from her pussy.
    “Look at me.”
    When she did, she saw white-hot lust in his
eyes. His face glistened from her juices. She’d have said something but she
remembered his warning.
    “Go ahead. Speak to me. You’ve got
permission.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Am I your master?”
    “Oh yes. Yes, Master.” She wanted him. All
of him. Every cell in her body screamed for satisfaction.
    While she watched, he grasped his cock in
one hand. “Do you want this?”
    “Oh yes.” She thought she’d die if he
didn’t fuck her now.
    He shot her a supremely self-confident
smile. “Where do you want it?”
    “My pussy, Master.” Remembering the
strangely pleasurable feel of his fingers fucking her ass, she decided it
wouldn’t be long before she’d ask him to take her there. He’d already fucked
her mouth and she’d loved that. “Please.”
    He grabbed a condom and ripped the wrapper
open with his teeth. His gaze never leaving her, he rolled it down his erection
and went on his knees between her legs.
    “Tell me your cunt is mine. Only mine. Tell
me and I’ll give you my cock.”
    “You want me for your slave, Master?”
    “Oh yeah.” He rubbed his cock along her
wet, tingling sheath. “Tell me.”
    As much as her cunt ached for him to fill
it, she wasn’t sure. “Explain what being your slave will mean, Master.”
    His jaw clenched. “It will mean you hand
over control of yourself to me, at least when we’re playing sex games. You’ll
do as I say and I’ll do everything that doesn’t violate your limits to give you
pleasure.”
    She was afraid—afraid he’d steal her
reason. Maybe he already had, because she wanted the exquisite pleasure nobody
had come close to giving her before tonight. “My cunt belongs to you, Master.
Only you. I want to be your sex slave for as long as you want me.”
    “Good.” He found her pussy and slid inside.
His rock-hard cock stretched her flesh as he sank deeper, deeper, until his
balls lay heavily against her asshole and the thick, pulsating head of his cock
pressed against the mouth of her womb. She’d never felt so full…so owned. “I
like my tight little cunt,” he whispered against her lips before claiming her
mouth in a deep, arousing kiss.
    She liked his cock. And his mouth. He
tasted like her juices and the chocolate wedding cake he’d chosen over a slice
of the traditional cake at Bye’s wedding. Propped on his elbows, Jack massaged
her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. When he started to move,
slow and deep, in her hot swollen cunt, she had to steel herself against
coming.
    He lifted himself up on his hands. The muscles
in his arms bulged. He looked down at her as he fucked her harder and faster.
“Come for me, sweet slave.”
    “Oh yes, Master.” Freed from the rule he’d
made earlier, she let herself go. She savored every sensation. His cock pounded
her cunt and his balls tickled her rear end. She watched the contractions of
his biceps as he strained above her. The pressure built inside her, and when
she looked into his dark,