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which he intended to press into her, and every inch, every millimeter scraped those sensitive nerves. It had her whimpering, clutching his biceps, head rolling back and forth, mouth open as if she would beg for mercy or tell him no – neither of which was a viable option, she knew. But that was how she felt as he bent her to his will and she found herself surrendering to him as her pebbled nipples peaked painfully and her body arched to receive rather than deny him.
    There was very little that Brandt enjoyed seeing – or hearing – more than his Lita fighting against herself and losing to him, as she always did, yet accepting her defeat at the same time, almost reveling in it as her innate sensuality rose to the forefront and overrode the overblown modesty her parents had inflicted on her. Her full body groan went straight to his cock, rousing it against the odds, although he was no spring chicken and he knew that it was false advertising. For a long moment, he lamented the fact that they hadn’t met sooner in life, grinning broadly at the idea that she would rarely have seen the light of day if they had.
    “What are you smiling at so evilly?” And then she had a thought and frowned a bit. “What are you thinking of doing to me?”
    Her concern – which wasn’t necessarily unfounded – had him chuckling softly as he returned to his earlier pursuit. “I was just thinking that I might well have become a convert to your parents’ religion if we had met when we were younger – say, me at twenty-three or so and you at eighteen. I’d’ve never let you out of bed.”
    Lita giggled. “You barely do now, and you’re old!”
    He growled against her clit, which had her jumping from the vibrations. “Brat.” Brandt began pumping his fingers boldly within her, drawing them most of the way out of her and then ramming them up inside her again, tailoring his motions to her responses. Sometimes he got the angle wrong and she yelped, and he considered that a personal failure. This time, though, he got every blessed stroke right; he could tell because she was panting almost from the beginning, and the more he sucked and licked and fucked her with his hand, the tighter she clenched the bed sheets and the faster her head rolled back and forth on the pillow.
    “I want you to cum, baby. You don’t have any choice in the matter, anyway, but I want you to relax and let it happen whenever it does. You’re not to fight against it. You must submit to your husband. You must submit yourself to me, in everything. Surrender to me, Mellita. Do as you’re told.” He knew all of the right buttons to push, just the right almost but not quite scolding tone, the exact words to play perfectly both to her background and their lifestyle. They reinforced the idea that she was to give herself over to him – especially in this very intimate aspect of their lives, when she had been told absolutely nothing about what transpired in the marriage bed.
    It wasn’t but a few seconds after he released her – after he gave her his permission to give herself over to the waves of ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm her – when he was rewarded with a raw scream as she hurtled over the edge of the precipice to which he had brought her, flying and falling at the same time, somehow, hips bucking wildly as if she would throw him off, face caught in a rictus that looked terrified and ecstatic at the same time.
    He refused to allow himself to be dislodged. Early on in their relationship, he had allowed her surprisingly overblown response to stop him when there was much more to be had for her. She was, to his amazement considering how she had been brought up, multi-orgasmic, and he simply rode out the wildest parts of the storm then reapplied himself, despite her murmured, wordless protestations and brought her to the heights four more times, the last being nearly as explosive as the first.
    After which, he climbed up to lie beside her and hold her tight,