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they arrived at the chair, she gently
pushed him toward it. “Sit down and rest.”
    He looked up at her with a quizzical expression for a second
before remembering to lower his gaze. “I’m fine, Mistress, really.”
    She smacked his left ass cheek with the palm of her hand,
making him grunt. “I said, sit!” He did as ordered, although he sat gingerly on
his reddened backside. His hands he rested in the tops of his thighs, too close
to his erection by her reckoning. “Put your hands on the arm rests. Do not
touch your cock. Look at me,” she ordered. When his eyes flew up to meet hers,
she added, “Watch me and don’t move a muscle.”
    She stepped back a bit and slipped off her jacket, letting
it slide to the floor. Shifting her flogger to dangle from her right wrist, she
lifted her left hand and opened her blouse, one tiny button at a time. Her gaze
stayed on Trey’s face, watching him watch her. As she revealed her lacy, black
bra, his eyes widened and a small smile played across his lips. She left her
shirt tucked into her pants, but slipped her hand under the gaping front to cup
her right breast. Her nipple pressed against its confines, hard and needy. She
rubbed her finger around it and hummed as a tingling sensation radiated out to
engulf her entire breast.
    Her sub’s gaze zeroed in on her movement, mouth open enough
to show gritted teeth. His fingers clenched at the fabric they rested on, while
his cock bobbed with the small thrusts his hips made. His harsh breathing
mingled with her own to fill the room.
    “Be still,” she admonished, flicking the flogger around her
thighs in emphasis. The delicious sting added to her growing arousal. Her sub
complied instantly, a very quick study, indeed, although she could see he was
practically popping out of his skin. Excellent.
    Her own need drove her to move more quickly. She let go of
her breast and popped the clasp on her pants, widening her stance to keep them
from falling to the ground. She brought her first two fingers up tease her lips
before sliding them into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the digits to
moisten them, not because she needed to. God knew her pussy was dripping wet
already after such an arousing scene. No, this show was for Trey, designed to
drive him wild even though she forbade him release. She moaned past her
fingers, while thrusting them in and out. Trey’s body quivered as he watched.
    Slipping the fingers out of her mouth, Juliette lowered them
to the waist of her panties. Past the elastic and into her curls they went. Her
slick folds welcomed them with heat, demanding attention for her clit. The
first touch of her swollen nub was almost enough to send her over. She had to
force herself to go slow, to tease and build the pleasure. Her breath came out
in pants; her eyes wanted to close to savor the sparks of pleasure shooting up
her core. She made them stay open so that she could see her sub’s face when she
climaxed.
    It hit her hard and sooner than she wanted. The explosion
rocked her body, ripping a cry from her throat. The flogger snapped across her
thighs, peaking the pleasure higher, stronger. She moaned and rocked her hips
against her hand. Her fingers pressed against her clit, digging into her flesh,
driving her up again. The second orgasm, less intense, more diffuse, bathed her
body in pleasure. Throughout it all, her gaze remained locked on Trey’s, and
his remained locked on hers. His body, heaving with every breath, stayed
otherwise still, as she had commanded, under her control.

Chapter Four
     
    Juliette watched her new boy slide his pants slowly over his
stiff cock and winced. It had to hurt and she considered briefly easing his
pain. She let him be, though. Denial was a good training technique for a guy
new to submission. It built emotional strength and would make him eager for
their next play date. She was certainly looking forward to it. Trey had given
her powerful pleasure and he hadn’t even touched