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She stilled, but a tremor ran through her. Her skin had gone rosy, and her delicious cotton candy scent had intensified, along with the sweet musk of feminine arousal.

She hadn’t liked me pointing out how desperate she was for my attention, nevertheless, it was true. Her physical reaction told me all I needed to know about how much she craved it.

You’re enjoying paying attention to her, too.

I was hard and the thought of having the whole night to undo her, teach her, show her what else she might enjoy was very, very tempting.

You’re not frightening her away, though, are you? All you’re doing is proving to her and to yourself that you both want more.

Not necessarily. This was enough for me, certainly. And I hadn’t finished what I had planned for her. I hadn’t pushed her, hadn’t tested her, and she might change her mind after that.

“Now,” I said. “Spread your legs for me. Let me see what I paid for.”

She hesitated and I waited, watching her face. Watching the emotions chase over her lovely features. Reluctance, anger, defiance, desire. Such an expressive little sub. What were those conflicts inside her? Those warring desires that had her wanting to obey and yet fight? Why she was so coolly self-possessed one moment and vulnerable the next?

I almost wanted her to disobey me, so I could then push us both into something more intense. But this was still too new for her, and she was afraid, and that fear of hers required time and careful handling, neither of which I had to give. And apart from anything else, I didn’t want intense with a woman I had no intention of taking home.

The thought of the gag punishment must have been too much for her, though, because slowly, her thigh eased apart.

I moved soundlessly to the end of the bed, then I reached for her ankles, pulling her down the mattress so her hips were almost at the end. She gave another gasp, shifting in my grip, but then I let go, urging her knees to bend before sliding my hands to her inner thighs and pushing them apart, holding them open with my palms.

Yet another sound escaped her, half a gasp, half a cry, her body tensing.

“Relax,” I said. “I told you I needed to examine you thoroughly.”

Her breathing was very fast, and her eyes were still tightly shut and that was a problem. Her face was expressive, but to truly know what she was feeling, I needed to see those silvery gray eyes.

“Look at me,” I ordered.

Reluctance flickered across her features, but obedience won because, after a long moment, she did as she was told. Her pupils were dilated, and she was shaking slightly.

“You want to use your safe word?” I asked her.

She’d gone scarlet, but I could tell by the stubborn cast of her chin that she was going to refuse. “No,” she said hoarsely.

So, she was trying to prove something, was she? Some subs did that, trying to take control by refusing to use their safe word when they should, a dangerous practice I didn’t approve of.

In which case you should stop this now.

But the heat inside me was building, the urge to push her harder growing. Her skin was warm and silky beneath my palms, and the scent of her arousal was making my cock ache. The hunger was surprisingly insistent and difficult to ignore, which wasn’t something I’d experienced with any of the other subs I played with. Normally, I had no issues with keeping myself in check, but apparently, this little one was different.

There were many things I wanted to do to her…

But no, not tonight. This was about giving her a taste of submission and hopefully proving to her that she wouldn’t want it.

But she’s into this and it seems you’re proving the opposite.

Maybe, but the night wasn’t done yet.

“Watch me,” I said, then looked down very deliberately between her thighs, at the silver-blonde curls and slickness of her delectable little pussy. I could hear her breathing, fast and loud, and I knew she was watching me.

Keeping one hand on her left thigh, I ran an experimental finger through her slick folds. She gasped and jerked in my grip. “Very good,” I murmured, making my approval clear. “Wet and slippery, just the way a sub’s pussy should be.” I held up my finger so she could see then licked her wetness from it, all salt and musk and sweetness “Delicious,” I added.

Her eyes had gone wide, the defiance gone, leaving only open hunger on her face.

I should stop now. I’d shown her a little of what submission was and allowed myself a taste of her — quite literally — and now that was over.

I should walk away, leave her alone for the night.