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tearing of the skin before appeasing his desire to kiss and lick her breasts.
    She watched him circle her body. With her legs restrained and spread, he had an uninhibited view of her pussy, the gleaming lips and her thatch of curls. The clit clamp winked at him. As he’d thought, the jewelry was at risk of slipping off. It took only a gentle tug to remove it. The slight touch ripped a pained moan from her. He covered her mound with his hand, applying gentle pressure to help relieve some of the sensation.
    It was amusing how she tried to lift her hips and push against his hand.
    “Not yet.”
    He met her empty glare with a smile. Oh, she wanted, but she craved his control more. She was a natural submissive, but he doubted the tendency extended out of the bedroom, which was fine by him.
    He stalked around to her head. A shiver stole down her body and her breath hitched. She wasn’t scared of him—apprehensive maybe—but she trusted him.
    Standing so his dick almost brushed the top of her head, he leaned over her and grabbed a pull pin under the bench.
    “What do you say if you want me to stop?”
    “Yellow for reassessing. Red for stop.” She didn’t break eye contact, even as he pulled the pin and removed the support.
    Her head dropped back and her eyes snapped open wide, but his hand was there to catch her. His fingers snagged in her hair and for a moment his hold was a little awkward. She tensed, supporting herself while he threaded his fingers through her curls, cupping the back of her head.
    “You’re going to suck me like this. Think you can handle it?” His voice was gruff. He wanted to be in her in more than one way. For now, this would have to do.
    Shit. He’d already made plans, counted on more than these moments together. On one hand, it wasn’t smart, on the other he was certain they weren’t done. A woman didn’t fit into his plans at the moment, but the best things rarely did.
    “Yes Sir.” Her purring voice brought him back into the moment. Her body was a buffet for the eyes.
    “Good.” Grasping his dick, he pressed the tip to her lips, tracing them. “Are you going to swallow for me?”
    Her tongue snaked out, grazing his sensitive flesh.
    “Are you?” he demanded again. He was in control here.
    “Yes Sir.”
    With one hand supporting her head, he used the other to guide his cock to the center of her lips. She opened her mouth and, even though he knew she was restrained, completely helpless to move on her own, it still felt as though she sucked him down into the hot cavern of her mouth. At this angle, he couldn’t see her face—a positioning that required more trust on her part.
    Though he was impatient, Daniel thrust only the head of his cock into her mouth.
    She treated him as she would a straw, sucking in her cheeks. Her tongue worked magic over his flesh, licking and caressing him as he held perfectly still, relishing the sensations.
    As good as it was, he pulled out. Her eyes fluttered open, the color high in her cheeks.
    “That work for you?” His voice was a rough growl.
    She blinked, brows lowering. “No.” She shook her head. “You didn’t even give me a chance.”
    His grin was probably more like a leer from her perspective. “That’s not what I meant.” He brushed stray strands of hair off her face.
    “It doesn’t hurt. I don’t gag easily.” The blush returned. “It’s different though.”
    “Okay.”
    Thrusting into her waiting mouth was heaven. He cupped her head with both hands and tilted her back a little more.
    She hummed and sucked him harder. Her lips squeezed his dick while her tongue stroked him. His heightened state of arousal made it a contest of wills not to come after a few thrusts. Pulling almost out of her mouth, he groaned as she paid special attention to the underside of his cock. Her body jiggled with the movements, her breasts bobbing up and down as she breathed.
    Leaning forward, he sucked on a nipple while she swallowed around his engorged