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more. “It’s a sure sign you don’t really mean what you say.”
    “Sounds about
right.” She
knelt on the floor in front of him, and looked upward so he could see the
mischief lurking in her eyes. “And did we define when those times were?”
    “When I demand obedience and
you agree , is something we worked out, yes.”
    “And, My Lord, just when are
those times?” Angelina buried her head in his lap, and nuzzled his cock through
his pantaloons. “Here and now? ”
    Damned if it doesn’t have to be. Cam held her in place for a few seconds
to savor the rush of blood to his cock, which was now
rock hard under her touch.
    “Here and now, lady-mine. If you are fit enough?” He tugged her hair so she lifted her
head. “Do you remember now what we do?”
    “I remember, but probably not
as you think I do,” Angelina answered, somewhat cryptically he thought. “So, My
Lord, you may have to guide me. And I may be speaking out of turn, and earn
that spanking I’m sure you promised me, but for fuck’s sake, fuck me. I’m wet,
hot, and horny. The only reason I ache is because I want you in me, and if I
don’t come soon, I might well explode.”
    “I don’t spank,” Cam said. Has
she really remembered anything? Only the cheeky look on her face made him
wonder if she was pushing him to see what he would do. His wife had always been
ready to extend their boundaries, but this was more than he had ever heard or
indeed expected. “I have other ways to bring you to order, lady-mine.”
    “Damn. I keep hoping you will do the spanking bit.” She knelt
back on her ankles. “Just to see what it’s like. Ah well, sorry, My Lord, it
was worth a try. Okay, brat time over. I well remember how you chastise me, and
please, please, let me come. I think
orgasm denial would be enough to put me back in a coma.” She bent her head and
nuzzled his cock once more.
    The relief that coursed through
him was well out of proportion to those words. Thank the Lord she does remember . Orgasm denial had always been his
form of punishment, with every woman he had bedded. Although,
since meeting Angelina, Cam had bedded no one except her. He accepted
immediately that she was the one for him, and hang the conventions which said a
woman supposedly indicated—in a suitably subtle manner—to a gentleman, that he
was the one. Yet again Cam bucked convention. But then didn’t his activities in
the bedroom go against what most people accepted?
    He hadn’t earned his nickname
of Dang for nothing. Coined by one mistress who said bitterly that to take her
to the edge and leave her dangling there, unable to come, was cruelty
personified. He didn’t disagree, although he would perhaps have substituted
masterful and dominant for cruel. Cam was definitely a dominant in every sense
of the word. The only time he wasn’t in charge was when he handed the authority
to someone else. Like, on occasion, in
play with Angelina. But did she remember that? It seemed not. So now
perhaps was the time to remind her?
    “As much as I enjoy our greeting,
lady-mine, now is not the time. We need to talk. Now sit up and desist. It
seems you remember this?” He tugged on her short curls, hard enough to bring
tears to her eyes, and patted his lap. “Sit here, you will not snap me.” After
all, if a ruler couldn’t, her soft curves wouldn’t. He pulled her onto his lap
again and suffered her wriggling until she thought herself comfortable once
more. With his cock nestling in between the globes of her arse, and begging to
enter her secret hole, he certainly wasn’t.
    “I remember things that you
won’t believe, My Lord, and things you talk about I have no idea…” She paused.
“That’s not right. Some things I know only secondhand .
My husband is dominant and I usually, but not always, am happy to follow his
lead. He’s shrewd enough to read my shows and tells.”
    Cam had no idea what she meant.
“Shows and tells?” he asked.
    Angelina sniggered. “Ear