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lowered to his hair, stroking him. He smacked her ass hard, the sound harsh in the quiet room.
    “Keep those arms up until I tell you otherwise,” he said, looking up at her, his mouth against her flesh. Her eyes flashed, but she obeyed him. It was a defiance he’d relish addressing later.
    His palm claimed her pussy in a firm grip. “Spread them Elira. Wider.”
    She spread her legs until the tendons of her inner thighs stood out taut.
    “Good girl.”
    He leaned closer to her to get a better view of that glorious sex. She gasped as he slipped two fingers deep into her, testing the depths. He thrust into her vigorously for a few minutes, enjoying the wet sucking sounds of her sex and the quiver of her breasts. She dropped her head, sighing, grasping her hands together overhead to steady herself. He withdrew and put the glistening fingers to her lips. She sucked them into her mouth, finishing with a gentle kiss to his fingertips.
    “Show it to me Elira,” he said, voice thick, one of his hands clasping her hip.
    His gaze flicked up to hers at her hesitation. “You know what I mean. You can read minds remember?”
    He watched a blush suffuse her face for the first time, then followed her fingers as they made their way down to slip through the silky curls. She eased the hood back, her wet clitoris shining in the low light.
    “Very nice. That’s a big one, girl.” He stroked it with a finger, and her breath caught.
    Her blush darkened yet more, but he was pleased to see she kept herself exposed to his gaze.
    “Clasp them behind your head,” he said, not looking to see if she’d obey. He knew she would.
    She gasped again as he worked her with the rough pads of his fingertips, occasionally dipping back into the dripping font of her pussy and rubbing more moisture on the deep red clit. It was big, and he loved it. He worried it until she was crying out, her hips working, despite his admonishing her to stay still.
    “Don’t come until I give you permission girl. You’ll be sorry if you do.”
    She shuddered with a long, high-pitched whine as he continued, relentless, thrusting three fingers into her sex in time with the ceaseless stroking of her hard clit. He knew she couldn’t fight it much longer, but he kept at her, warning her of the consequences of disobeying him. He leaned in closer and laved her pussy with his broad tongue, licking between the swollen labia, savoring the taste of her while he continued pistoning into her with his fingers. Then he sucked the throbbing clit into his mouth. It was too much for her and she went over, crying out, her hips bucking against his hand, his tongue. He didn’t let up, until she pleaded with him, until it was too much for her over-sensitized flesh.
    The room was bathed in the scent of her arousal, its evidence dripping down to his wrist. He licked his fingers with a smile as he looked up at her flushed face. Though she was more malleable now, the orgasm lessening her tension, he could still see it in her eyes. That sharp awareness; a place he couldn’t get at. Something she kept from him still.
    He’d worked on that with Mara. He’d wanted her to give him everything - and she had. No secrets, no lies; all of it for him. He’d made her tell him the dark thoughts that she feared sharing with anyone. The things she was ashamed of, the things that frightened her. It was hard for her, but she’d realized that it was part of what made everything work. She gave him everything, and he protected it. All of it. All of her. He was where she could flee. He was where she could lay her troubles, her worries, her frustrations. It was heady stuff for him at first, especially when she told him the things red-blooded women really thought, really desired. He’d realized then that there wasn’t much that separated men and women after all; the two sides of the same coin.
    “You disobeyed me Elira.”
    Her look was defiant, even as she kept her hands clasped behind her head, the