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her fluids running down her inner thighs. “She likes being fucked. She wants to come over and over, just as her Dom promised she would. She’s never felt like this.”
    “Like what?”
    “Wild. Out of control. She’s always been in control.”
    “Touch your breasts. Hold them and play with them. Why is she always in control?”
    Holding her breasts, rubbing her nipples, sent jolts of desire to her clit. She jerked her hips up, felt herself swelling against his fingers. “She has to be in control because none of the men she’s slept with had ever made her feel sexy and sinful.”
    “You feel sinful, my beautiful Cinderella?” His finger on her clit began circling, harder and faster.
    “Yes. And sexy.” Each breath was a gasp.
    “Are you in control?”
    She shook her head. “No.”
    “Who is in control?”
    “You are. You, Sir.” Mesmerized, she watched her hips jerk and rotate, seeking, seeking, seeking. In an odd sense, she felt voyeuristic, as though she were watching a stranger in one of the most private acts a person could perform.
    “Who am I?”
    Jaimie screamed when he bit her in the hollow where shoulder and neck joined. She held her breath, her body tensing.
    “My Dom,” she cried as she reached the edge of a glorious mountain peak. “God, you’re my Dom. Please, Sir. Now, Sir!”
    “Now, my lovely princess. Come now.”
    Jaimie launched herself up and over the peak with one scream after another. Her hips jerked over and over as multiple orgasms took hold. His finger on her clit didn’t stop until the jerking slowed and the tremors inside her subsided. She hugged herself, completely overwhelmed and spent, grateful that his arm held her against his chest. She had no idea she could have an orgasm that huge, that long, that shattering, especially after the one he’d given her earlier.
    Tears tracked down her cheeks, and she fell back against her prince. Her Dom. “I’ve never—” She couldn’t say it.
    He brushed the hair off her face, turned her head, then kissed her lips tenderly. “I know.” He stood, picked her up, and carried her to the huge bed with a velvet comforter. He yanked it back and laid her down. When he slid over her, Jaimie welcomed his weight and his gentle kisses and loving.
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    Jaimie had never been both exhausted and exhilarated from any of her sexual encounters. After a third round of sex, she and her prince had slept for the remainder of the afternoon. Shadows were creeping over the house when she stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her. She entered the bedroom. Her prince was waiting.
    “Wear this.” He handed her a dress, similar to the one she’d worn earlier but the skirt was much shorter. Both blouse and skirt were various brown shades. The top was cut so low, she was afraid her breasts would spill out. As he didn’t hand her any panties or a bra, she figured she wasn’t allowed to wear them. She stifled a sigh. Lucy had been right. Too bad. She’d really looked forward to wearing her sexy new lingerie.
    She glanced at the man watching her through his mask. He’d showered while she slept so she’d lost her opportunity to see what he looked like. She wondered if he was famous. From what Lucy had told her and the whole disclosure thing, she figured he had to be well known. From seeing him close up, she knew his eyes were blue. No, a bluish-aqua shade she wished she could see fully. It did make him much more mysterious and sexy.
    Dropping the towel, she pulled the dress over her head, then gasped. The elastic top barely covered her. “Um, I think this too small.”
    Her prince smiled. “No, just right.” He reached out and yanked the top down, easing the elastic beneath her breasts then stepped back. “Perfect.”
    Jaimie stared down at her breasts, held up and out by the bodice of her dress. She flushed. “I can’t wear it like this.”
    “Why not?”
    “I feel like a slut.”
    Her Dom reached out and cupped her, one breast in each