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Jesus!

He’d love to see her bent backward over a curved board, wrists manacled at her sides while he tormented her breasts until she came just from his touch. Maybe he’d clamp her nipples for additional pleasure—hers and his. God. He needed to turn off his brain because this wasn’t the time to let his imagination run away from him. This was the time for seduction so he could move forward with his plan.

Finally, he forced himself to shift lower, untie and toss away the miniscule bottom of the suit, and then he just stared at her gorgeous mound. Every inch of skin was carefully waxed except for two thin strips of dark brown curls defining each labium. He trailed the tip of one finger between those plump pussy lips, gathering the moisture there. He lifted his finger to his mouth and sucked it slowly. Lee watched him, sliding her tongue slowly across her lower lip. The ache in his dick increased tenfold. Spreading her labia, he bent down and ran his tongue along the same path his finger had taken. She was soaked, a sure sign she’d been aroused for some time.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “Such a nice shade of pink. God. I have to have a taste.”

He lapped at every bit of her moisture, swirling his tongue around her clit, now a dark pink. He gave it the same treatment he’d given to her nipples, sucking hard on it and grazing it with his teeth, biting a little, then soothing with his tongue. He had to hold her hips in place because the more he sucked and nipped, the more she moved beneath him, thrusting her hips at him to bring her pussy in closer contact with his mouth.

“What do you want, Lee?” He looked at her skin flushed with arousal. “Tell me. Tell me what you need.”

“You inside me,” she panted. “Now.”

He laughed low in his throat. “I’ll bet you do, but we’re a long way from there. By the time I’m inside you, you’ll be begging me to do anything to you I want.”

“Cocky, aren’t you?” She gasped, even as she wriggled in his grasp and silently urged him to stop talking and get busy again.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” He took one of her hands and placed it right on his penis. “See how cocky I am?”

“Then we need to make use of it.” Her voice shook with need.

“Oh, I promise you we will.”

He put his mouth on her again, this time going straight for the little bundle of nerves that had turned even darker as blood surged to the tissues. Drawing her labia apart with his thumbs to give him better access, he was about to take a small bite of it when something caught his eyes. He stared, stared harder, and then moved one hand so he could examine her clit more closely. Was that evidence of a piercing? Shit! Of course it was. Not for Lee Sullivan but for Mistress Star. He stopped himself before he could say anything, unwilling to break the flow of what was happening by having her alternate personality intrude. They’d get around to it sooner rather than later.

She tugged on his hair, pulling his head down again, a silent urging to get back to what he was doing. He took his time, tracing every inch of her outer flesh with his tongue, lapping slowly, nibbling, then lapping again until the muscles in her body tightened, and she arched her hips to him. It had been so long since he’d had vanilla sex he wasn’t sure he could do it right, but he was damn sure giving it his best shot.

“Touch your clit for me,” he told her in a voice rough with lust. “Please.”

When she still hadn’t moved her hand, he realized giving orders to a Mistress wasn’t the way to go. He needed to dial back his Dom voice, or this might be over before it had barely even started.

“Please, Lee. I want to watch. Show me how you rub yourself.”

She moved one hand from his head to her stomach, slid it slowly down her skin to where he held her pussy open, and brushed the tip of a finger over her hot button.

“That’s it.” He was doing his best to keep a lid on his Dom voice. They were nowhere near time for that, yet he wanted her to do what he said. “Do it, Lee. Rub faster. Harder.”

When he lifted his gaze, he saw her looking down at him from beneath the long sweep of her lashes, her eyes heavy with desire. She moved her hand again, slowly at first then faster and faster, rubbing the dark pink flesh, pinching it lightly then rubbing again. When her breathing accelerated and her hips moved in a hitching motion, he slid his hands beneath the nicely rounded cheeks of her ass. Lifting her he placed his mouth right over her opening. When he thrust his tongue inside, she cried out and pushed herself up to him.

She was so hot and wet inside, so tasty and juicy, he could have done this forever. In fact, if she had been playing as his sub, he would have dragged it out until she begged and pleaded with him to let her come. But, again, that wasn’t for tonight. Her inner walls flexed and pulsed around his tongue, and her fingers moved faster on her clit. Tightening his grip on her hips to hold her in place, he increased the pace of his tongue to match her hand.

“Ohhh!”

The cry burst from her lips as her pussy clamped down fiercely on his tongue, and she bucked in his grip.

Her body shook, the walls of her cunt spasmed, and her cream flooded his tongue. He sucked it in as fast as he could while he continued to ride her through her orgasm. At last she was limp in his grasp, the sound of her breathing raw in the still air. Still he licked inside her channel, scooping every last drop from her, running his tongue back and forth over her sweet spot.

‘I’m dead.” Her voice was giddy, her breath stuttering.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he teased and ran his fingertips over her slit with a whisper of a touch.

She jerked in response. “A moment, please. Okay?”

“I’ll even give you a few.”

He hitched himself up so he had access to her breasts and took one of her delicious nipples in his mouth. Again the image of them clamped, maybe with weights tugging them down, sent a bolt of lust spearing through his body. His cock twitched in response, but he kept to his task, sucking and biting as he’d done before, kneading her breasts as he did so. When she laced her fingers through his hair again, tugging on the strands, he lifted his gaze and caught the red flush of desire on her face and the heavy flutter of her pulse at the hollow of her throat. Impulsively he moved enough so he could close his mouth over it and suck, hard. He swallowed a smile of satisfaction, knowing Lee was not used to a situation she did not control. That made this all that much sweeter. And made him twice as hot.

When her breathing evened out and her pulse rate slowed, he turned his attention back to her pussy, now flushed to a rosy pink. He couldn’t resist taking a little nip at her clit, swollen and darker than the flesh surrounding it. When he clamped his teeth down on it, Lee jackknifed up and grabbed his head.

“No.”

Oh, yeah, there was her Mistress Star voice. God, how it turned him on. He ignored her and kept at his task, tormenting the ultrasensitive nub of nerves.

“I said no,” she repeated.

Braceleting her wrists with his fingers, he held tight to her while he worked away, calling all those nerves to life again, lapping at a fresh spate of cream.

“Give me one more,” he mumbled, his mouth against her heated flesh.

She tried to wriggle away from his grasp, but he held tight, thrusting his tongue inside her again. Fucking her with it until he felt the next climax exploding from her.

She collapsed back on the pillows, panting. “I suppose you think you’re in charge here.”

He lifted her hands, his fingers still wrapped around her wrists, and grinned at her. “I’d say I know who’s in charge.”

She tried to yank her hands away. “So that’s how it’s going to be?”

He laughed. “Count on it.” He pulled himself up until his face was barely an inch from hers. “And think how much fun it will be.”

He was delighted that she couldn’t quite put Mistress Star away, even in a vanilla situation. God, he could just imagine how she’d be when—

She grabbed his head, pulled it down, and thrust her tongue inside his mouth, lapping all the inner surfaces, rubbing her tongue over his. He felt her hot, sweet breath on his face, the pressure of her breasts against his chest, and just as he was about to take the kiss even deeper, she yanked her hands free, pushed hard, and rolled them over so he was on his back. Before he even realized what had happened, she was straddling him, and now it was his wrists that were imprisoned. He could hardly wait to see what she would do now, what her next move would be.

The smile she gave him was nothing short of lascivious. Giving her lower lip a slow swipe with her tongue, she released his wrists and tugged up the bottom of his tee shirt until his chest was exposed. She stared at it for a long moment before raking her nails through the dusting of hair down to the waist of his shorts. The skim of her nails sent shivers racing over his skin, and his hard cock flexed against her bottom. Her lips curved in a knowing smile.

She bent down and closed her teeth around one of his nipples, just as he’d done to her. Streaks of heat sizzled through him, so intense he wondered how much longer he’d be able to play out this little game. He forced himself to hold still while she teased him with her teeth and lips, moving from one hard nipple to the other, stroking him with her hands while she worked her mouth on him. At the moment he was about to yank her away, she sat upright.

“You have too many clothes on. Take them off.”

“You want them off?” he challenged her. “You do it.”

For a moment he thought she’d refuse, but she grabbed his shirt and maneuvered it over his head, tossing it to the side. The shorts were a little more complicated, especially since he lay there with his hands clasped behind his head, daring her to ask for his help. She scooted down his legs, popping open the button and lowering the zipper. When she parted the fabric and his cock sprang free, he was pleased to note a slight widening of her eyes. He knew he was well endowed, more so than many other men he’d seen in locker rooms and at Ultra. He couldn’t wait to see how tightly he fit inside her.

With only a few gymnastics, she managed to remove his shorts and boxer briefs and position herself back on her knees. When she wrapped her slim fingers around his shaft, he sucked in a breath. Then she bent and took him into her mouth, closing her lips around him and sucking, and his eyes crossed. Holy shit! She might look like an angel, but she had the mouth of a devil, hot and wicked, nearly scorching the tender skin of his cock. When she slipped the other hand between his thighs and cupped his balls, his breath lodged in his throat.

“I think that’s enough.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and tried to pull her head away.

She laughed, the vibrations reverberating through his penis and his balls, and shook her head, lips still wrapped around him.

Okay, he was past waiting out this battle of wills. He wanted to fuck her more than he wanted his next breath. He managed to pull her head away from him without doing himself bodily harm and flipped her onto her back. He knew she was more than ready because her pussy had left moisture on his thighs. In seconds he’d fished a condom from the nightstand next to the bed, ripped open the foil, and rolled on the latex. Driven by a sudden fierce need, he lifted her legs and pushed them back so she was wide open to him, positioned himself at her opening, and drove into her with one hard thrust.

Jesus, she was tight. Holy shit! As her hot, wet walls clamped around him like a vise, he had to stop and draw a breath to collect himself. He didn’t want this to be over before it started. He locked his gaze with hers, seeing the same fierceness, the same ravenous look reflected there that he felt himself. With his hands behind her knees, he pushed her legs back to open her even more, drew back slightly, and rammed home again.

He closed his eyes for one moment, enjoying the feel of her around him, but then urgency took over, shredding his famous self-control. He pounded into her, all finesse suddenly lost as he drove her up that high, slick wall to fulfillment. She was right there with him on the fast ride, gripping his biceps to balance herself, hips moving in the fast rhythm he’d established. When she freed her legs, wound them around his waist, and locked her ankles at the small of his back, pulling him in even deeper, he had to grit his teeth to keep from exploding. He watched her eyes for the signal, the sign, and when he saw it, he drove into her once more, hard and deep and took them over the edge of that wall in a wild freefall.

The heavy pounding of his heart and the rough seesaw of his breath couldn’t disguise the fact that, despite his best intentions, this was turning into something more than just sex.

And he needed to fix that right away.

Lee leaned back in the tub, letting the masses of soap bubbles bounce against her skin and inhaling the faint scent of lavender from the bath salts she used. Over the past three weeks her body had seen more activity than it had in months, and she wasn’t sure if she was pleased or not. There was nothing gentle about Branch Colby as a lover. He was inventive, demanding, even controlling, which led to a continual battle of wills. Most of the time she enjoyed the push and pull. It was a nice change from the men who submitted to her, even those like Drew, who made it interesting by always holding a little something of himself back. She could never see Branch as a sub. He had too much of the Dom in him. This, however—whatever it was— made for an interesting change-up.

Interesting. Yes, that was the word. Each time they’d been together, he’d eased a little taste of BDSM into their sexual activities. Suggested a little of this and a little of that. He’d heard about something. Read about something. Not that she expected a man like Branch Colby to be sexually unsophisticated. Besides, these days a lot of vanilla people often thought to spice up their lives by dipping their toe in the waters. Always in the privacy of their own bedrooms, of course. From the little Branch had slipped into their evenings together, she figured he was fascinated enough by it, like a lot of men, to experiment with it if he believed his partner was willing. She couldn’t deny the sex between them was scorching.