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innocent.  But we’re going to break that innocence... and give you a new name...”
    “Oh yeah?” Emily asked.
    Bryce’s hands were then on the move.  He came up her sides, over her shirt, his fingers spread, his grip tight so he could follow and memorize her body.  Emily wished she could see Bryce’s eyes right then.  Then again, it was quite hot to be in this kind of position. 
    Bryce seemed hidden, behind his sweatshirt and his sunglasses.  But he was so open and commanding when it came to Emily and what he planned for her sexually. 
    At her breasts, Bryce’s left hand stopped moving and he held Emily’s chest.  She moaned as his right hand continued up, following along her arm.  He didn’t stop until he reached her wrists.  His hand was big enough, his fingers long enough, to hold both of Emily’s wrists with ease.
    He looked at Emily and she could see the reflection of herself against the big black lenses. 
    “Tell me what you feel,” Bryce said.
    “I’m burning,” Emily whispered.  “My insides... your hands...”
    “What else, don’t hold back.”
    “Your eyes,” Emily admitted.  “I want to see them.”
    “Beg me.”
    “Please.  Bryce, please.”
    “That’s not good enough,” Bryce said.  There was a slight growl in his voice.  His hand tightened around Emily’s wrist.  She gasped for air.
    “Oh,” she cried out.  “Bryce, please...”
    “Getting better,” he whispered.  “But yell it.  Tell everyone.  Tell everyone in this fucking club that you want me.  That you need me.”
    Bryce squeezed harder on Emily’s wrists.  She cried out again, throwing her head back.  Her voice bounced against the stone walls.  It sounded good.  Emily liked it.
    “Bryce,” she cried out, her voice echoing again.  “I want you, Bryce.  I need you... Bryce... please...”
    Emily looked at him again, her body confused.  She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to cry or scream again.  Her wrists hurt, but oddly in a good way.  Her nerves felt pinched, annoyed she couldn’t get away but she couldn’t resist her urge for Bryce and what he had hidden.
    She opened her mouth to call for him again but it came out as a low muffle when Bryce put his lips to hers.  Their open mouths closed in a deep wet kiss, no tongue at first.  Bryce then flicked the tip of his tongue between Emily’s lips, offering a hint at other intentions simmering in the back of his wild mind.
    He kissed her one more time and said, “Good girl.  Very good girl.”
    Bryce took his hand from Emily’s breast and took his sunglasses off.  He closed them using his chin and hooked them to his sweatshirt.  The sight of his blue eyes made Emily wet.  The gush soaked her panties and made her knees bend again.  As she tried to seek relief with bent knees, Bryce wanted nothing to do with it.  His hold on her wrists was intense.  She yelped in pain, but then moaned from the feel of the wetness between her legs.
    “Now, let’s see something else...”
    Bryce’s hand touched her breast again but he moved down her shirt.  When his fingers curled around the bottom of her shirt, Emily exhaled a shaking breath.  She looked down and watched as Bryce’s big hand slowly crept up her shirt.  He touched her warm skin with his rough fingertips.  It made her shake and shiver, and when Bryce reached the bottom of her bra, she put her head back and whimpered. 
    But Bryce wasn’t done yet.
    His fingers forced themselves under Emily’s bra, allowing his hand to climb up and against Emily’s breast.  The first thing Emily noticed was that his hand was big enough to cup her large chest.  That alone sent an orgasmic shock through her body.  He gently began to squeeze Emily’s breast, but kept his hold rough and strong at her wrists.  The moves were so opposite.  Emily began to understand the pleasure and pain thing.  Her wrists were aching from her bones being forced together, but the feeling of Bryce’s other