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begged him. I needed to come so badly.
    “A deal, sweetness,” he said, his eyes hot with lust. “Take the butt plug and lower yourself on it, and you can orgasm.”
    I flushed and nodded.
    “Sit up,” he said, undoing my ankle cuffs. I sat at the edge of the bed, as he had indicated, and watched as he pulled a chair forward from a corner. He placed the butt plug on the seat, and I was relieved to see that he had lubed it first. “Come here, sweetness,” he ordered. “Stand up, turn around, bend down so I can lube your ass.”
    I flushed again, but followed his instructions. He squeezed lube and his fingers spread it into my asshole, and this time, I couldn’t help myself. I groaned and pushed back into him. His touch made my insides flutter, and my entire pussy ached with need. He laughed at my movement, and I heard his pleasure in his laugh. “Keep still, little thief,” he said, smacking my ass as punctuation. I nodded silently. I was usually better behaved. But perhaps because this wasn’t the club, or perhaps because for the last two weeks, I had woken up shuddering in orgasm with this man’s name on my lips, I was dangerously aroused, and incoherent with need.
    “Lower yourself on the butt plug, Lucia,” he instructed firmly. He stood in front of me, just watching, as I twisted so that one hand was holding the plug steady, and I lowered myself down. As I pushed down, I whimpered and winced. The plug was as large as any I’d ever used, and I felt almost painfully stretched. He just waited. I groaned loudly as the widest part of the plug stretched my hole, but then, the plug tapered and my closing muscles sucked it in.
    “Stay on the chair, part your legs wide.”
    He sank to his knees in front of me. His hands were on my thighs, keeping them spread as he lowered his mouth on my pussy. “Ah, Lucia,” he groaned as his tongue snaked a path up my slit. “I’ve wanted to do this since I walked in the door.”
    His tongue sopped up my dripping wetness as he murmured his appreciation. “Such a tasty treat,” he said, not lifting his mouth from my pussy. I flushed in pleasure at his tone. His mouth moved to my clitoris, and his fingers pushed into my vagina. I groaned as his fingers thrust in and out. “Antonio,” I moaned.
    A hard spank on my pussy, and I arched off the chair as heat radiated through my body. I bit my lip, but I could feel my body respond with renewed wetness. “Kitten, you still need to keep quiet,” he said, watching me intently. I nodded slightly, and he grinned and kissed my thigh. “Such a good girl, Lucia,” he said.
    His tongue flicked at my clitoris, setting a steady rhythm that had me moaning in need. His fingers thrust in and out of my pussy. The butt plug in my ass kept me feeling full, a steady background pressure that provided an intense counterpoint to his fingers and tongue. I felt my orgasm build up inside me, steadily, as a response to his hands and his mouth. My thighs quivered as I strained to keep them open. Every instinct was begging me to clamp them shut, pull his head closer into my aching vagina, and freefall into orgasm.
    “Antonio, please…” I begged, mindful that I needed to ask permission.
    He lifted his head and smiled at me. “Please let me come,” I begged, my voice strained. I was close. So close. It was everything I could do to stop myself and ask him for release.
    He nodded his consent. “Come for me, sweetness,” he said softly, as he sucked my clitoris between his lips and teeth, and that movement coupled with his permission was all it took as I exploded, twisting and writhing, as waves and waves of pleasure washed through me.
    He kept his mouth on my clitoris and his fingers continued their steady assault. I moaned and flailed as every nerve ending in my body came alive. The muscles in my pussy clenched around his fingers, and I grabbed his head and I groaned his name and waited for the tidal wave that was my orgasm to pass.
    I could feel