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same treatment and her head moved to grant him full access.
    “Then I think we should try it.” Her own hands had taken to roving lightly across his chest and to the fastenings of the trousers. The bulge beneath her hand throbbed gently and she smiled up at his narrowed eyes.
    With a sharp motion he grabbed her and flipped her over his shoulder. She squealed with laughter and received a sharp slap to the buttocks for her efforts.
    The startled faces of several servants passed within her scope, all looking to see what had possessed their otherwise staid and controlled employer. Her giggles followed them all the way back to his bedchamber.
    The passed through the anteroom and he locked the door once again. This time having both hands free by benefit of his method of transporting her.
    His hands gripped her waist and he flipped her through the air to arrive with a giggle and a bounce on the bed. His hands stripped off his clothing quickly, and she was only halfway through her fastenings when he dropped naked to the bed beside her.
    “Let me help.”
    His fingers flicked at the fastenings and her gown peeled open, leaving her bare to the slight draft of air that blew through the room. He tugged the fabric away from her dusky skin and she quipped, “Hey, don’t wrinkle that dress, I like it.”
    The dress was wadded up and tossed across the room as he returned to her with an impish grin . “I’ll get you another one.”
    She reached out her hand to trace the smooth velvety texture of his chest, and he lay back to let her explore. “Feeling you was great, but this is going to be so much more fun, now that I can see.”
    She straddled him, but this time was not seeking his penetration, simply cooperation. She began with a sweet kiss, an exploring kiss, her hair forming a veil to keep out the world. Her mouth carefully learned the shape of his lips , her tongue stroked them .
    When he would have joined her, she moved her head aside and trailed her lips across his jaw and down the sensitive cords of his neck. Smiling, she bared her teeth and gripped his neck, shaking her head just enough to scrape his flesh, then she moved on.
    While her teeth had been at his neck, he had held his breath, now that she was trailing kisses and nipping bites across his chest, his breathing became more rapid. Pinpricks of sweat and musk were appearing on his torso, and she ran her tongue down the center of his chest flicking at his navel and moving off as he arched into her mouth.
    “Down boy. I want to know the difference here, between a forced lust and a genuine passion. You have to help me here.” She grinned up at him and he scowled in return. He had just risen up on his elbows when one of her hands wrapped around his cock and began to stroke him slowly.
    “Shit!” He dropped back to the bed and flung up his hands in surrender. Another hiss emanated from him as her tongue flicked out to taste him, lapping up the small drop of precum that had formed on the flaring head.
    The taste was musky and salty and, curiosity satisfied, she took the whole of the head into her mouth. She sucked his throbbing flesh and moved her hand with time to her sucking. She wanted to see if she could bring him to release just with her hand and mouth.
    She kept up her ministrations, going faster as he began to pant and then suddenly slowing. She repeated this pattern until a guttural stream of curses was coming from her hapless victim. The fact that his self-control kept him from taking over warmed her. He was committed to her learning what she needed to know.
    With a final harsh groan his cock swelled in her hand and a thick spurt of cum began to pump into her mouth. She swallowed quickly as more boiled up from him rapidly. Her hand slowly stroked him now, milking the last few spasms and spurts from him.
    At last she looked up at Raanan and smiled. She crawled up his body and nuzzled against his neck and chest once more. His breathing was slowing and as she