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    Dom dangles the belt from his finger tips, letting the coolness of the leather sway enough to touch my thigh. I swallow, hard.
    “Not to get started without you” I reply, defiantly.
    He smiles wickedly. “That’s right. And what did you do, you naughty girl?”
    I play the innocent little schoolgirl to his strict teacher routine. “I helped myself.”
    He nods his head, agreeing with me. He also lets the belt swing higher from the momentum of his wrist, this time landing high enough to wrap around to slap my backside. My eyes snap shut and I groan in surprise. A warmth floods over my skin and a moistness pools below my corset, deep below the hem, at the apex of my thighs.
    “You helped yourself,” he reiterates. “Get on your knees, Vincenza.”
    I arch my eyebrow in question. Hmmm. This is getting interesting . I hear a clap of leather as it once again sneaks around to greet my flesh. It lands immediately next to the spot of its last kiss on my skin.
    I take a deep breath to fortify myself and bend my one knee, lowering myself to the harshness of the firm wood below. My head lowers, following a downward trajectory as I position myself into his desired pose. I point my toes behind me and settle back.
    My eyes drift up languidly, inspecting each tense muscle as I travel up his body. His eyes hold mine captive. Another kiss of the leather on my skin as it lands in the cleavage of my derriere, delivering a taste of torment to the bits hidden in those depths.
    Oh God, he’s driving me mad .
    The leather stays silent, its coolness warming from the proximity of my skin.
    “Open your mouth, baby,” he tests me.
    I lick my lips to make them more pliable as I open wide. The high pitched buzzing sound excites me as the zipper sings its song. The biggest of the bulging muscles now springs to me, embracing the freedom it’s just been given.
    I feel my eyes widen with want. Dom’s strong hand moves to hold himself, circling his fingers around, and directing it to me. He sinks his skin deep inside the hollow vacancy of my mouth, as I coat it with my sensuous lubrication. He withdraws it just as quickly, resting the soft tip in the corner of my mouth, before he slowly traces the circle of my lips. It’s so close, yet tortuously far away. Around, and around, he moves himself, teasing me.
    The leather of the strap sets down once more, bringing my skin to life as it begs for the leather’s embrace. I whimper as the exotic assault continues.
    “Tell me you’ll listen next time I forbid you to start without me, Vincenza.”
    I nod my head, anxious for him to continue reprimanding me.
    “Good,” he boasts as he slips himself back into me, slowly. His length sinks deeper and deeper. My eyes widen as his length touches the back of my throat. His eyes watch me intently, eager to see my reaction. I inhale deeply through my nose as a smile plays out on his lips. His free hand snakes back behind my head, holding it immobile and firm, but his fingertips lovingly massage my flesh.
    I feel the roundness of his sack press against my chin as he is sheathed completely and thoroughly within my throat.
    “Fuck, V,” Dom crows from above, his voice shaking.
    I breath through my nose evenly and methodically, unwilling to move even in the slightest to cause a choke. I feel the leather tickle my back lazily as the belt dangles effortlessly in Dom’s weakened hand.
    He withdraws himself quickly, leaving me gasping for air. My lips can’t help but contort themselves into a grin of satisfaction as Dom tries to control himself. I feel the leather slip past my skin and hear the thud of the buckle as it meets the floor, having been abandoned so Dom’s hand can partake in greater pleasures.
    He reaches down and grabs under my arms, lifting me, hurriedly. His lips find mine and his tongue feverishly seeks refuge where his manhood just had moments before.
    His lips work their magic, causing me to wobble on my feet, catching myself