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trembled, and again, I swore I would do anything.
    He peeled me off the wall and laid me down on the bed. His eyes never released mine as he undressed. I started to kick my heels off, but his voice stopped me in my tracks as he growled, “Did I tell you to take those off?”
    I was stunned and said nothing. I could never remember a time when a man addressed me like that in the bedroom. This man was different. He needed complete control in the bedroom and in every area of his life.
    I could hear his pants unzip, and he leaned over to whisper in my ear, “You are going to need to be wet.” I knew he was forewarning me his manhood was proportional to his massive body size. The way he was mentally pulling me in was as attractive to me as any body part could be. He was so commanding and so in control, never once breaking eye contact with me. It was a turn-on I had never before experienced with any other man. Glazov was seducing me in mind and body, an art most men never succeed in mastering.
    “Glazov, please don’t hurt me.” His only reply was to remind me not to move my hands from above my head. I had never been in a position where I had to beg a man to be careful, but his size was intimidating, to say the least, and I could only surmise that included all of his anatomy.

Glazov
    I wanted to flip her over onto all fours and sink my fingers into her ass cheeks while I fucked her brains out. I wanted a visual of that sweet little opening of hers while I thrust every inch of my thick member inside her. I couldn’t do that though; this woman was a lady. She wasn’t like the women I met at the places men like me frequent. I never took my eyes off her as I reached over and took a condom out of the nightstand drawer.
    “Let me touch you,” she pleaded. Her voice may have sounded like she was pleading, but I could see the challenge in her eyes. I chuckled as I nodded, giving her permission.
    Her soft thumb ran over the bulb of my shaft, spreading the pre-come already there. A guttural growl emitted from deep in my chest. “Fuck, girl, ah that feels good.” She licked her dainty little lips as she purposely ran her moistened thumb underneath the ridge of my shaft. A shudder rolled down my spine at the sensation, and I grabbed her hand to jerk it off me. She was going to make me lose it before I even started. I tore the condom wrapper with my teeth and rolled it over my cock. I wanted to be sheathed inside her body, and I wanted it now.
    I mounted her and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Where did I tell you those hands had better be?” She immediately moved them back above her head. The position lifted her tits so they were positioned right by my mouth. I wrapped my plump lips around one and applied suction.
    I pushed into her hard and hissed, “Mine!”
    Her mouth fell open on a silent cry, and her eyes rolled back into her head. I had to stop a moment just to watch her, completely mesmerized by how her body responded to me.
    Watching her grab at the pillow and twist the pillowcase to keep from disobeying me had me so hard it hurt. I slowed down and reached a hand between us to rub the soaked opening of my little victim. She did exactly as I predicted; she screamed out my name and begged me for orgasm after orgasm.
    I knew as I watched her, felt her, took her, and fucked her that I would never let her go…
    I watched her sleep as I smoked a cigarette. She was stunning. Her skin was like white porcelain, and her auburn hair cascaded down over her shoulders and breasts in ringlets. I wondered if her bare little pussy had red hair when it was grown out, and I made a mental note to make her stop shaving so I could see.
    I’m glad your friend stole from me, Kathleen, because now I own you.



Chapter Four
    Kathleen
    I was glad to wake up the next day alone. I took a moment to gather my thoughts as I looked around in wonder at the opulence surrounding me.
    The room was decorated in masculine décor, and it was nothing shy