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off the mattress, her thighs straining against Cory’s hold. “Oh, master, please…do it again.”
    Nick flicked it again.
    Lacey moaned, closing her eyes.
    Nick slapped her thigh, gently. “Eyes open,” he demanded. He liked how dark Lacey’s brown eyes got each time he touched her.
    Her eyes popped open, her breathing growing more tortured. “Hurry. I’m so close.”
    He puffed out his chest. “I’ll do as I please.” A few minutes ago, he’d have been appalled at his words. Nick was amazed how quickly he was getting into the master-slave thing, much faster than he’d thought possible.
    Cory chuckled. “Nice, Nick.”
    Nick turned the beer bottle upside down, letting the last of the alcohol drip onto Lacey’s clit.
    Her chest rose and fell on a silent gasp. “Sweet. You’re getting the hang of it.” Her voice practically purred.
    Nick’s cock twitched. He wanted to drive into her and fuck her until she screamed, but first he wanted her to want him as badly as he wanted her.
    Still holding the chilled bottle, he slid it across the drops of beer.
    Her gaze followed the long-neck’s path as he slid it lower, to swirl it around the opening to her wet, glistening pussy.
    Making her hot was igniting Nick into an inferno, but he held his own raging desires in check as he built on Lacey’s.
    Lacey leaned forward, her glance glued to what he was doing with the bottle. “Are you going to…”
    “I am.” He pressed the mouth of the bottle into her cunt, sliding it easily into her slick channel.
    Lacey leaned back against Cory’s chest, her eyes rolling upward. “So cool…so fucking hot.” 
    He pulled it out.
    She lifted her head and wailed, “Don’t stop!”
    “Are you demanding?” Nick slapped her thigh, hard enough to leave a red mark like Cory had, feeling a little stab of guilt that he might be hurting her. 
    She flinched, her tongue snaking out to moisten her lips, her eyes flaring at the punishment. Clearly Lacey was true to her word and liked it a little rough. She sucked in a breath and whispered, “No.”
    Nick sucked in air and forced himself to say, “Who is the master?”
    Her mouth curved into a little smile that had Nick’s gut knotting. “You are.”
    “Then ask me…the right way.” He held the bottle close to her pussy, but refused to insert it until she played along.
    “Oh, please, master. Please do it again.”
    He hesitated a moment more, prolonging her torture, before he slid it into her and back out again.
    Each time he pushed the bottle in, her head rose up, her body tightened and she held her breath.
    After a few more pumps with the bottle, Nick had her where he wanted her, on the verge of orgasm. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
    He pulled the bottle out and set it on the floor.
    “Wait, please, master…I want more.” She struggled against Cory’s hold.
    “I don’t know what you’re planning, but I can’t hold her much longer.” Cory grunted, his hands slipping along Lacey’s thigh.
    “You can let go.” Nick was ready to finish what he’d started. After ten months, he’d have his release and Lacey would know just who was the master. He slid a condom over his engorged cock.
    Cory let go of Lacey’s thighs and scooted out from beneath her.
    Before Lacey could reach for the tie binding her to the bed, Nick positioned her thighs over his shoulders. His knees dug into the mattress as he plunged deep into Lacey’s cunt.
    Her heat surrounded him, the muscles of her channel clenching around his engorged cock. For a moment he savored the feel of her. Then he was slamming in and out like a racehorse pounding toward the finish line.
    “Yes!” Lacey cried out. “Yes!” She dragged in a deep breath and let it out slowly on a moan.
    Beyond endurance, Nick thrust one more time, held for an agonizingly exquisite release. When his cock stopped throbbing, he sat back on his heels, breathing hard as he eased Lacey’s legs to each side of him. For a moment, he