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for her wicked toy. Oh yeah, the lady would get more. He flicked it on to the medium setting and chuckled darkly.
     
    He wasn’t playing fair. It was too important. Employing any means available to reach the goal was his intention. At this point his mind was made up. He would have her and wasn’t above stealing Carmen if he had to. At least emotionally. There was no question he was gonna be a bastard about this and bind her to him before she knew what he was doing.
     
    Taking Carmen meant it was time for him to get out of the danger game. He was burnt-out and he knew it. He’d never expected to be free to indulge his obsession with her. Now there was no other choice and this was an opportunity he had no intention of fucking up.
     
    His back door opened to his bedroom. Jack stepped through the door and found her kneeling in a tense submissive pose. He frowned. She was holding position perfectly. Her knees were as wide apart as she could manage, her back straight with hands clasped behind her at the small of her back to present breasts with her shoulders thrown back. Her chin up, eyes down. Baby did know a thing or two she hadn’t mentioned. If he caught her in a lie this early, it didn’t speak well for the future.
     
    “Wait position,” he commented darkly. “You’ve been trained?”
     
    She was trembling, trying to keep the vibrator up her stretched-open cunt as he stood over her with his arms crossed and a fierce frown on his face. She was slick with her own excitement and the tight clench required to keep the dildo in couldn’t be easy. Not about to help her, he waited for her response.
     
    “No. I read BDSM books all the time. I’m a reviewer for an online review site,” she quickly explained. “I’ve read about this position many times. It seemed appropriate. You didn’t say how you wanted me to wait for you.”
     
    “Oh? So you know a lot about BDSM?” he questioned darkly as he moved around behind her so she couldn’t see his response. Something in him had been way too damn ready to kill someone just now. What the hell was that about? He’d looked at her there in spread submission and been mad as hell thinking some bastard had taught her that. Seen her like that.
     
    “No. Well, sort of. Only from books. I’ve never… I mean I was sort of thinking about it, but I haven’t ever actually been to one of the clubs or stuff.”
     
    She said that as if she thought of it as a failing. Jack scrubbed a hand down his face as he eyed her arched back and round ass. Have mercy.
     
    The only thing wrong with the pose was she was on the floor and he couldn’t reach her without a foolish contortion. He supposed if he needed some sort of superiority confirmation, the kneeling thing would be nice. He’d never needed such. Kneeling was of little interest to him. If he used it, it was because the submissive needed it.
     
    “Um, Jack?”
     
    “Yeah?”
     
    “It’s, ah, it’s going to come out. I can’t…” As she said it, he realized the dildo was about to appear.
     
    Strolling around in front of her he frowned for her benefit. “Then we fix the problem. Stand, keep your knees straight and put your head down on the end of the bed. That should tilt you far enough to keep it in,” he commanded calmly.
     
    Carmen bit her lip and scrambled up to adjust position. In place with her ass pointed up, he could see the cap of the dildo was too near her entrance to remain in her, even in this position. Profuse amounts of her juices were easing out of her as the buzzing instrument tormented sensitive nerves.
     
    “I see that’s still not helping,” he commented.
     
    Jack controlled the knee-melting lust he was experiencing. God, this woman was so damn beautiful. Looking at her flushed pussy with a dildo slipping out of her as she spread for him was so sharply erotic he had to breathe deeply. Her excitement permeated the air. He could almost taste her with every breath. He would have those sweet