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never done this before—played the submissive—being subservient to him seemed to come naturally to her.  She wanted to please him.  To be his plaything.
    His fingers slid inside her and she moaned.
    His tongue circled her clit as his fingers pulsed inside her.  Two of them.  Then he added a third.  Stroking her insides.
    As he finger fucked her, she arched, wanting him deeper.
    “Oh, please.”  Pleasure rose inside her.  “Oh, yes.”  Joy swelled through her… rising… and…
    His fingers slowed, and the promise of impending ecstasy wavered, then faded as his mouth moved away from her.  She groaned in protest.
    “Why did you stop?”  Her mournful words were filled with need.
    He chuckled.  “Because I rather like you begging.”
    “Oh, please, sir… Master …I beg of you.  Touch me again.”
    “Hmm.  Master.  I like that.”
    “Please, Master.  Touch me again with your mouth.”
    “Where?” he prodded.
    She hesitated.  “Uh… my pussy, sir.  Please lick my pussy.”
    He licked her and she moaned as the pleasure flared again.
    Then he stopped.
    “Please, Master.  Suck on my clit.  Thrust your fingers into me and make me come.”
    A second passed and she added.  “I beg of you.”
    His joyful laugh sent shimmers of delight through her.  His fingers glided over her slick pussy and she held herself still, not arching against him like she wanted to do.
    He explored her slick flesh, his fingertips running along the outside of the folds, then moving to the slick petals inside.  One swirled around the opening, then slowly… oh so painfully slowly, pushed inside her.  It glided into her channel and stroked the walls.  Then another glided inside.  He kept stroking her inner flesh, sending tremors through her.  Then the third slipped inside and he began to pulse in short strokes.  She couldn’t help herself.  Her intimate muscles squeezed around him.
    “Oh, thank you sir.  That feels so good.”
    “And you feel good around me.”  The depth of desire in his voice pleased her, driving her own need higher.
    She started at the feel of his warm tongue pressing against her clit.  When he began to suckle, she cried out, her whole body now humming with the pleasure he was giving her.
    “That’s so… oh, God… so good, sir.”
    She whimpered as his mouth moved away again.
    “What happened to Master?”  His breath was a light wisp along her inner thigh, close to her damp, needy flesh.
    “Oh, Master .  Please make me come.”  She arched and his mouth covered her, muffling his chuckle.
    He licked her hot flesh, then began to suckle her clit.  Intense sensations spiraled through her, driving her need higher and higher.  She pushed against her restraints, wanting to clutch his shoulder.  To pull his head closer, and to feel his hair gliding through her fingers as he brought her to orgasm.
    She gasped as pleasure burst through her, like a flash of electrical sparks, lighting the darkness with a thousand glittering lights.  She shuddered, then moaned, the sound filling the room, as the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced blasted through her.
    She rode the wave of ecstasy higher and higher, his expert mouth and fingers driving her on and on.
    Finally, her breathing erratic and labored, she floated back to earth, the orgasm fading to a glowing memory.
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    Reluctantly, Race drew his fingers from her moist hot body, missing the velvety feel of her immediately, then he brushed his lips over her inner thigh—a breath from her slick folds—in a light kiss.
    “Thank you, Master,” she murmured on a soft breath, her voice still hoarse from her orgasm.
    His already rock-hard, aching cock lurched at the words.  Fuck, she had so naturally fallen into the role of submissive.  Calling him sir.  Then, God help him… Fuck, he’d nearly come on the spot when she’d called him Master.
    He sat on the bed beside her and drew away the blindfold.  She gazed up at him, her sky