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“Remove your clothes.”
    “Yes, Sir.” His command stirred her sex. She could feel the moisture between her legs as she disrobed.
    After months of hooking, Marley was comfortable in the nude. Her body was thin, with smallish breasts, slightly curved at the waist, with an ample behind. She wouldn’t be starring on the cover of any men’s magazines, but she’d never had any complaints.
    James observed her, then flipped over onto his back and beckoned her toward him. “Stand here and lean over.”
    He lay with his face below her, and she stood at the head of the futon, bent so her tits dangled in his face.
    “Good girl.”
    Reaching up with both hands, he fondled her breasts. Her nipples hardened at his first touch. He flicked and pinched them between his fingers. A groan escaped her lips.
    He worked her little buds, pulling and twisting them. Her breathing grew heavier, the sensations so heavenly she thought she’d lose her mind.
    Pulling her by the nipples, he brought her face down to his. Obeying his silent command, she leaned down and met his lips for an upside-down kiss.
    She’d never kissed this way before. His tongue in her mouth was foreign, curving against hers instead of with it. It was softer and more insistent at the same time. He was delicious, tasting of barley and hops. Covering his mouth with hers, she couldn’t get enough.
    The more intently she kissed him back, the rougher he played with her. She moaned into his mouth over and over again.
    Overcome with lust, she reached down and pressed her hand against the large bulge in his shorts. She squeezed the sides and rubbed the length of his erection over the fabric of his shorts.
    He gripped her wrist with a growl and removed her hand. “My dear, you need permission to touch me.”
    What the fuck? Clearly he was enjoying it. Why did he have to do that?
    He rose from the makeshift bed. “Change places with me. Lie down. Legs down here,” he said, pointing at the edge of the bed.
    She didn’t like being reprimanded and it must have shown on her face because he said, “You will learn. I can be more lenient on you because you are new at this, but you must gain an understanding of my rules. Do not touch me sexually unless you have been given permission. Do you understand?”
    She nodded.
    “Please answer with ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir.’”
    Her face felt hot. “Yes, Sir.”
    “That’s better. Lay back and spread your legs for me. Arms by your sides.”
    It felt so naughty to lie there and keep her legs apart. Extremely vulnerable. The sheer immodesty and boldness of opening her sex to him for whatever purpose he had in mind made her feel like the sexiest woman alive.
    He crossed the room to the paint supplies and returned with one of the wooden paint stirrers that hadn’t been used. Lightly, he tapped her breast with it.
    Marley stretched like a cat, purring in sensual delight.
    He rapped her on her bosom with the stick; staccato blows stung her skin, bringing it to life.
    Try as she did to hold back, a whimper crept from her lips as her body absorbed the smacks.
    He moved to her legs, swatting her inner thighs, his face intensely focused on the task.
    It tingled. Smarted more than it actually hurt. The stick hit up the inside of one leg, conspicuously passing over her sex, before travelling down the other leg. Each time he missed her mound she arched her back, straining, beseeching him to hit her there.
    Tapping her cunt, he asked, “Is this what you want?”
    Biting her lip, she nodded.
    He hit her pussy lips harder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear that.”
    “Yes, Sir!” she screeched.
    Her skin beaded with a light film of sweat. The combination of pleasure and pain he elicited in her was intoxicating.
    He inserted one, then two fingers into her aching channel. He fucked her hard with merciless thrusts, while she writhed underneath him.
    More swats up and down her inner thigh, teasing her hungry pussy. Finally he landed a blow to her