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at him. Then she whispered an apology to the table, picked up her purse and left.
    Peter raised his eyebrows at Toffer, who shrugged his shoulders. It was better this way. If he hadn’t made plans to attend this event with her weeks before, he would have come alone. He wondered if Grace had sent her e-mail describing her orgasm.
    Toffer pulled out his cell phone and connected to the Internet. A grin broke out when he saw her name in his inbox. His cock hardened even more as she described how she’d stroked her clit, pinching it gently as she imagined him watching.
    “I’m so wet, Master. It’s almost like a river has moved between my thighs. You’ve done that, the thought of you, the idea of submitting to you. I only came once, like you said, and can hardly wait to come again before I go to bed. I can’t wait for tomorrow when my package arrives and we can talk face-to-face, so to speak.”
    She ended the e-mail with her phone number and a promise to lick him like a lollipop, and swallow every last drop of his sweet offering. Toffer looked at the list of speakers. His speech would end the evening. He figured he had an hour before he had to take the podium. He memorized the phone number and went to search for a private room.
    * * * * *
    Grace stretched and reached for the phone. After her second orgasm for the evening, she’d burrowed down into the covers and fallen asleep quickly. A glance at the clock showed that it was after eleven. The ID revealed a number she didn’t recognize and she debated about whether to answer.
    On the third ring she clicked the on button and whispered a greeting.
    “Grace?”
    “Yes?”
    “I believe the proper address is yes, Master.”
    Grace’s heart beat double time.
    “Master?”
    “Are you naked, as ordered?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord. This wasn’t supposed to happen until tomorrow night. I wasn’t ready for this .
    “I thought you were busy this evening.”
    “I am. But I thought I’d take a break. I want to talk to my little lollipop girl. That’s what you said; you’d lick me like a lollipop. Are you wet?”
    Grace dipped her fingers between her thighs, although she already knew the answer to the question.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    She parted her folds and moaned as her fingers found her hardened clit.
    “Did I say you could do that yet?”
    Grace pulled back her hand. “How did you know … No, Sir. I’m sorry.”
    “That’s OK. It’s just more reason for punishment when you get here. You touch yourself when I say so, not before. Do you have any candles? Long, tapered ones?”
    “Yes.”
    “Go and get one, and hurry.”
    Grace ran down the hallway, pulling a long red taper from its holder on the counter and raced back to bed. She couldn’t believe he’d called tonight. It was like a dream come true. His voice was deep and dreamy.
    “I’m back, Master.”
    “Good. I don’t have a lot of time. Lie on the bed with your legs spread. Then rub the fat end of the candle along your slit. Don’t make contact with your clit.”
    Moans filled the room as Grace followed his instructions.
    “Does your clit want attention?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Do you remember when I said that punishment doesn’t always involve spanking? Sometimes punishment involves denial. Keep your hands off your clit.”
    Grace sighed. Her clit throbbed with need. She grabbed the bed sheet with her fist to keep her hand from drifting to her core.
    “Fuck yourself with the candle, Grace. Stick the fat end into your luscious pussy and fuck yourself with it, hard.”
    “Master, I can’t …”
    She wasn’t ready for this. She needed another night to prepare. Another night to basically “perform” for her Master.
    “Now. I don’t have a lot of time and I want to hear you moaning when I come.”
    Grace took a calming breath. Just think of it like a vibrator. Your Master wants this, and you don’t want to disappoint Him . She moaned loudly when she pushed the candle inside