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hard.
    “Ouch!”
    “Don't speak and do not come until I say you can.”
    I bit my tongue as he continued his slow torture of my nether parts. He sucked hard on my clit until I thought I would explode.
    “Bo,” I begged.
    He slapped my buttocks again. This time I sucked in my breath but didn't cry out. Still he teased me, this time by sliding between me and the bed and pulling me down to cover his face. His tongue teased at my clit with light, feathery motions. Tears gathered in my eyes as my need to climax became more urgent.
    He finally slid the tip of his finger into me. I could feel the muscles of my pussy trying to draw him deeper inside. Just when I thought I would come anyway, he withdrew his finger and stood up.
    I wiggled my butt at him, hoping he'd ram his huge cock into me. As if he'd read my mind, he grasped my hips and entered me with one smooth motion. My orgasm started to spiral around inside of me, and I moaned.
    “No coming,” he warned again. “Not until I tell you.”
    He slammed into me and caused me to brace my hands against the headboard as it pounded against the wall. I pushed my hips back to meet him thrust for thrust as my orgasm built, there was no way I could hold it back much longer.
    “Now.” His voice was a low growl. “Come for me now.”
    My cries drowned the sound of our bodies slapping together and the rattling of the bed. My pussy milked his cock but I didn't feel his answering orgasm.
    I hung my head and panted. This had been the most exciting and erotic encounter I'd ever had. And I sensed we weren't done yet.
    He rubbed his cock, still wet with my juices, against my buttocks, playing with my opening with its head. I heard an odd sound, like a sneeze, and felt warm, oily liquid spill on my skin. His fingers explored my hole, poking just inside my entry.
    The safe word hovered on my lips. I took a deep breath. “Have we done this before?”
    “Oh yeah,” he groaned. “But I'll stop if you want me to.”
    I shook my head.
    He worked his fingers into me, stretching my tight muscles and causing me to draw in a sharp breath of desire.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Yes,” I moaned.
    He continued to massage my hole while pleasure and fear of pain tied up my insides. It felt so good, but with his size—
    I didn't have time to anticipate, for suddenly his fingers were gone, replaced by his long, hard shaft. He moved back and forth and it felt wonderful and familiar.
    He reached underneath me and rubbed his thumb over my clit. Waves of pleasure, tinged with sweet pain, washed over me. In a moment of awareness, I realised I enjoyed this feeling of helplessness. After all, I was not truly helpless, I could stop everything with just one word.
    Shifting positions again, he pushed his pelvis against my backside, filling me completely while he slipped two fingers into my pussy. His long, gentle thrusts in one hole vied with the short, fast strokes of his fingers.
    The control I had held fast disappeared.
    “May I come?” I panted.
    “Yes,” he replied.
    He pushed into me one final time and called my name. I felt his cock throb as he too reached climax. He slid free of my body and moved off the bed. I heard him washing up in the bathroom. When he returned, he untied me. I crumbled to the sheets and lay sated and feeling completely boneless.
    Tenderly, he cleaned me with a warm washcloth and towelled me dry. Wrapping himself around me, he cradled me in his arms.
    “I liked that,” I murmured.
    “You always did.” Bo stroked my hair out of my face. “I'm so sorry—”
    I put my finger over his lips. “It's no one's fault.”
    “If you aren't going to come home with me, are you going back to San Diego?”
    “No, that life was a lie.” I shuddered, suddenly angry at having my past stolen from me. I wanted nothing more to do with anything of Thomas'. “I'm going to sell it all. I want to start over.”
    “Where?”
    Now that was a good question. I had money, lots and lots of it,