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“Fucking you here means no condom,” I said. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Yes, I want that, Sir. If it…would please you.”

A wave of the most intense heat swept through me. If it would please me…

I pressed my mouth against her neck, licking the water from her skin. “Yes, little one,” I murmured. “Yes, it would please me very much.”

Her back flexed, the curve of her ass pressing against me, making the hunger even worse.

“Put me inside you,” I ordered roughly. “Do it now.”

She reached down, her shaking fingers finding my cock, her tentative touches sending electric shocks through me.

Teasing little sub. I was going to take great pleasure in teaching her how to touch me properly.

She went up on her toes, arching her back as she fitted the head of my cock against the slick entrance of her pussy, and then she eased me in, and I growled at the tight fit. Slick and wet, but tight.

“Hands back on the wall,” I ordered and when she did so, her body shaking, I put mine over the top, threading my fingers through hers and pinning her palms to the slate.

Then I pressed her up against the wall, her slick curves and the way she gasped and writhed the most pure aphrodisiac.

I fucked her slowly at first, shoving her against the slate with each thrust, letting her feel how completely surrounded she was with my cock inside her and me at her back, and she gave the sweetest moans.

“Beautiful little sub,” I murmured against her ear. “Your cunt all tight and slick for me.” I thrust harder, feeling her body shake as I buried myself inside her. “It’s so tight and so slick, you deserve a reward. So, I’m going to give you an orgasm. But you can only come when I say and not before.”

“Yes, S-sir,” she said shakily, gasping as I thrust again.

I pulled one hand away and slid it down her body, finding her hard clit and pinching it, making her cry out. She shuddered as I continued to thrust, harder, faster. I pinched her clit again, then circled it with my fingertip, and she gasped. “Oh…Sir, please. Please…”

I liked the pleading note in her voice. I like the sound of her desperation.

“You’re perfect,” I said, nuzzling the side of her neck. “Your neck, your breasts, your hot, tight little cunt. Everything about you is fucking perfection. And I think I’d like you to give me one of your perfect little orgasms too.” I thrust hard, making her shudder as I played with her clit. “Come for me, sub. Come for your master.” And then she screamed as the orgasm took her.

I let the leash off myself, driving myself in deep until it took me too.

And I had one last thought. I was going to unravel her completely this weekend and she wasn’t leaving until I had.

19

Zara

Perhaps I should have paid more attention, not let myself become so sex drunk. Perhaps I should have realized that a man like Tennyson Fox wouldn’t give up when he wanted to know something.

But after he fucked me in the shower, after I’d told him about Dad, given him another little piece of truth, I just…let myself surrender to him.

That day, the rest of the world faded away as he introduced me gradually to what being his submissive was all about.

He didn’t try to restrain me again, for which I was glad, but he made me lie on the bed without moving as he introduced me to a flogger of soft leather. He didn’t hit with me it, though, trailing the ends teasingly all over my body instead, and ordering me to stay as silent as possible while he worked me into a frenzy.

Of course, I couldn’t stay silent, for which I was punished by being ordered not to come as he slowly fucked my brains out.

I failed that too, but I wasn’t unhappy about it, because he was right about one thing: I did love the punishments he gave me.

In fact, I loved every moment. He’d told me the truth. His hands delivered nothing but pleasure.

I was the center of his attention, and he made no secret of it. Looking at me with that sharp gaze as he used pleasure to take me apart and then his touch to put me back together. “You’re perfect”, he said over and over again, the way he had in the shower. “Every part of you is perfect.”

A couple of times I even believed him.