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the self-satisfaction from his face.
    She took his face between her hands and raised herself to him. If he could kiss her, she could return the favor. Then, they’d see who controlled whom.
    She parted her lips and kissed him that way, sucking his lower one into her mouth. She nibbled on it and then soothed it with her tongue. His breath came hard, and his tongue touched hers. The contact sent a current through her. Her pussy contracted, and the soreness became a pleasant ache, instead. Was he preparing her to accept him inside her now? A moment ago, she’d have begged for rest first, but now…
    She continued kissing him, still holding his head while she probed deeper into his mouth with her tongue. That won her a reaction as he moaned and shivered. Yes.
    She could reach him, make him hot and eager. The power went in both directions.

    Alice Gaines
    Eria’s Ménage
    - 32 -
    Pushing against his chest, she guided him back against the bed and ran her hand along his body. The fabric of the robe was plush, and her fingers burrowed through it.
    After a bit, she found the gap and parted it so she could reach inside and curl her fingers around his cock.
    Identical to the one she’d stretched to accommodate the night before, his cock was far too big to take its measure with one hand. When she circled the base, her fingers scarcely met around the thickness. She stroked upward, over the solid flesh to the ridge around the head. When she palmed the tip and squeezed, he let out a low growl -- an order to stop -- and if she’d missed the meaning, he placed his own large hand over hers to hold it still. He pushed her fingers away and lay there, his chest rising and falling as if he’d just run a race. Finally, he pulled her palm to his lips and kissed it, then shook his head.
    He wouldn’t make love with her now. He’d made that clear. So why had he come?
    He sat up and arranged his robe around him, deliberately, to make the message clear. She was not to touch his organ again. Very well. She lay back and watched to see what he’d do.
    He picked up the jar, removed the top, and dipped his fingers inside. They came out coated with something that looked like salve. The look of concern returned to his face and he picked up her arm and smoothed some of the gel over her wrist.
    It warmed her skin. Not hot, just gently warm. The stinging of her bruises flared for an instant and then subsided. He’d come with medicine to heal her from the harm she’d done by straining against her bonds.
    Did the men of his world do this for their women as a matter of course? Maybe tying their mates up and possessing them on the first encounter was their custom, followed by tender touches and balm for what they’d hurt. An odd way of doing things, but the combination of a rough tumble and then atonement would endear the man to any woman.

    Alice Gaines
    Eria’s Ménage
    - 33 -
    She couldn’t help but sigh her pleasure as he reached across her for the other wrist and gave it the same tender treatment. More warmth, more healing, another sigh.
    He rose, took the jar, and rubbed balm over her ankles too. Soon, her limbs felt as if they weighed nothing, as if she floated in water the exact temperature of her own body. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift free. Back to her childhood, lying on the bank of the lake as the light of the twin suns dried her after a swim.
    His weight settled beside her again, and the jar clunked softly onto the table. He moved, and something pressed against the flesh of her inner thigh, high up near the crotch. Then, it was on her sex as he spread more salve over the lips there.
    She opened her eyes. “What…”
    He pressed his lips to her ear. “Shhh.”
    “What are you…” she breathed. “Oh!”
    Warmth spread there too, and it soothed the soreness. It did more than that, though. Her whole pussy grew warm and tingly. He kept moving his fingers, pressing the lips apart to cover all of her with the gel. Soon, her