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of hand. Another thing his nature had never understood in the past. Now he totally identified with the urge to see his mark on her permanently in some erotic way. Would she accept a piercing? Shit. He needed more control. This was no time to even think that.
     
    Sitting back, he watched her hands gripping the soft flesh, squeezing rhythmically. “That feel good?” he asked, wanting her to acknowledge her need for this surrender. The sooner she became comfortable with the fact she was a highly sexed woman, the quicker they could move on to the other fun stuff. She wasn’t ready yet, but he was amazed at how quickly her body responded. Her mind was not putting on the brakes as far as he could tell.
     
    “Yes. Please more.” Carmen arched up at his face, shameless in her request.
     
    “Such a good girl, but no. Let go of those needy tits,” Jack directed, purposely using a word that reduced them to pleasure centers while carefully watching her face. He kept his features calm. She couldn’t handle harsh commands, but damn, she’d want them at some point. Stern commands were a tool to focus her on a sensation and this angel was eating up her sensations. She’d need it, the feel of her dominant controlling her.
     
    Her eyes were trained on him. Her lips trembled as if she were about to say something and then thought better of it. Jack nodded in approval, letting her know he was aware of her correct choice in not arguing.
     
    “Do you want to stop?” he asked. Giving her the out was his responsibility. Part of the control he owed her as a safe, sane dominant. He’d rather take a bullet than let her go though.
     
    “No, oh no. Not yet.”
     
    Jack nodded again. “Then pull those bows on your hips and get rid of the panties. You will no longer wear a cover over that cunt when with me. When I’m gone, you will never go without panties. Understand?”
     
    “Yes. Thank you,” Carmen responded in her naturally submissive voice as she quickly reached for the side ties of her bikini bottoms.
     
    Jack stood and walked around to the bottom of the lounge again. Part of the reason was to look at her in a very direct way. That was for her. For him, it was to get his hands off her. She was damn fragile right now. He wasn’t.
     
    “That’s it. Now flip the front down and pull it out from under you,” he directed calmly, his eyes on her crotch. She couldn’t mistake his intention of looking at her most intimate flesh. Her legs were spread on either side of the chair, but he wanted more as she flipped the material down and her gloriously naked folds came into view. “Spread your knees, baby. Show me what you’re offering.”
     
    Carmen gasped but her knees fell open wider, her hands resting on them to pull them farther than they’d naturally go.
     
    Jack stood still and simply looked at her. She glistened in the sun, her recent orgasm making her damp and yielding, so sweet. As he watched, her little opening contracted in reaction. Her thighs were trembling as he studied her.
     
    “Very nice,” he approved softly, and looked into her eyes. “Now get up and go in my back door. Stepping through that door makes you completely mine, Carmen. What we’ve done here is simply submissive display. If it’s too hard for you, you need to be honest about it now.”
     
    She managed to blush and smile at the same time as she quickly stood and turned to hurry around through the grass to his door. Jack stayed where he was, curious to see what she’d do with herself once she’d stepped through the door. He needed a moment to gather himself. Had he ever seen such a natural, beautiful submissive? There was nothing broken or lost about her.
     
    Excitement glowed from her but it was not a replacement for a deficiency. It was pure sexual pleasure. She was feeling the nip of embarrassment. The scintillating flavor of surrender and the little witch wanted more.
     
    Glancing down at his hand, he realized he still held the remote