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Dmitri had left her, the blank hours, the months of aching, unrelieved need. For some reason this was far worse. Though she’d known Andrew less than a day, the sense of connection was far more powerful than she’d ever felt with her sly, seductive Russian master. Dmitri had been irresistible but cruel, a true sadist who had loved to see her suffer. Andrew, in contrast, appeared to be a basically decent man, despite his deviant sexual needs—although those needs were less deviant, apparently, than her own.
    If only she’d kept her mouth shut.
    Then all at once he was behind her again, his strong hands gripping her hips and his rigid cock poised at her entrance. In an instant, Olivia soared back to the heights of arousal where he’d taken her during the beating.
    “What are you sorry about, wench?” A single jerk of his pelvis seated his cock in her wet depths. Gasping at the sudden, delicious intrusion, she couldn’t answer. He moved inside her, hard and sure, glorious and right—stretching, filling, fulfilling. His wiry pubic hair scratched the backs of her thighs as he buried himself to the root.
    Olivia strained against the pull of her bonds, arching her spine, wanting more. Instead, he drew back, emptying her. He rubbed his slick cockhead back and forth across her outer lips, carefully avoiding her clit and driving her crazy.
    “I beg you, sir, don’t tease me…”
    He laughed and swatted one sore butt cheek. “Be still!” Pleasure and pain rippled through her in alternating waves. “I’m in control here. You’re just my slut—the repository of my lust. And a very filthy little slut at that…”
    Was he in fact disgusted by her past? Perhaps not to the extent that Olivia had feared.
    She relaxed, opened herself, let him use her. In response, he slid back inside and resumed his thrusts. As she gave herself up to him, he rewarded her by increasing both the force and the speed with which he fucked her. She floated on a cloud of bliss, releasing any thought of her own satisfaction. She was content to be a vessel for her master’s pleasure.
    “Yes—uh—I’m surprised—a well-bred—educated—socially conscious—ah! You’re so damn wet, Olivia—so tight…” He drifted off into incoherent grunts as he drew closer to the point of no return. His magnificent cock grew longer and fatter than ever as he rammed it into her depths.
    She focused on the stony bulk that stretched her so wide, clenching her inner muscles in rhythm with his strokes. Her one desire was to feel him spend inside her. He did not chide her for disobeying his exhortation to be still—but then, by now he was beyond speech. Later he might rebuke her—might even punish her…
    It could have been the tantalising notion of his punishment that tipped the scales. It could have been the exquisite swirl of his finger around her clit. It may well have been the fact that even on the brink of his own climax, Andrew was aware of her and her desperate need. Whatever the cause, as he exploded and filled her with his spunk, she came as well, in a rainbow-tinged cataract of sensation that left her trembling and breathless.
    He slumped on top of her, a welcome weight. His jism leaked from her cleft to dribble down her thighs. Her shoulders ached from pulling against the bonds. Her ass throbbed in the aftermath of her strapping. Olivia realised that her face was stretched into a silly grin. She felt ridiculously happy—no, more than happy, full of joy at the marvellous way she and Andrew fitted. 
    Her lover—her master, at least for the moment—stirred and moaned.
    “By God, Olivia! Are you trying to kill me?”
    She struggled to suppress a giggle. “Of course not, sir!”
    He clambered off her, then circled around to plant an energetic kiss on her lips. “You’re an amazing woman. I had no idea…”
    “I thought you said you knew, when you saw me…”
    “Minx!” He leaned over to pinch a welt. “You’ll pay for your insolence. But