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powerful, or excited, knowing I'd gotten someone turned on. That was something my parents would have accused me of in their virtuous fervor.
    His fingers inched, massaging the outside of my breasts. "Your tits are lovely," he said. "Responsive, and I've seen what a pretty pink your nipples are."
    Was it the bluntness, the lewdness, or both that were making my knees quake? Something must be wrong with me, why am I—I can't like this, I won't! Inhaling until my chest strained, I willed my body to calm down.
    His hands left, never touching my aching nipples. I felt mixed feelings; alleviated, frustrated. It all fell away when he glided his fingertips behind me, up the inside of my thighs. I couldn't bite back my gasp, and when he stopped short of my pussy, he chuckled. "Ah, there she is. The girl I met in Vegas."
    "No!" I snapped, shaking my head rapidly. "I'm not—you're wrong!"
    "I'm never wrong." Shoving me forward, my chest fell across the bed. He yanked me back, spreading my knees on the cool floor.
    Unable to stand, to do anything with my hands cuffed behind my back, I shouted into the blanket. "Stop it, get away from me—ah!" The slap was a crack of thunder, my ass searing where he'd hit.
    He spanked me!
    The knowledge was awful, worse than his casual observations about my behavior. Gingerly, he rubbed over what I knew had to be a giant red mark in the shape of his hand. Struggling to turn, I was amazed I'd been stuck. "Celeste, you argue too much. That won't make this easier on you."
    "I don't care about easy! Let me fucking go!"
    "Just say please." Spreading my cheeks, Leonide made an appreciative noise. "You're ass is amazing."
    I moved my feet, tried to kick him; he placed a knee on each of my ankles, pinned me. Like feathers, he caressed my thighs. The slap had made me hyper aware, his exploring fingers as expert as ever. Had he figured my body out from our one night together, or was he reading me now?
    "You're little pussy is quivering." He tugged the panties to the side, never touching my hot flesh. "Do you want me to make you cum, beautiful girl?" All I could do was moan, the heat welling in me becoming a forest fire. Leonide slid his thumbs outside my lower lips, splayed me wide. "Ah, your cunt is dripping. American pussy is so greedy."
    My face couldn't have been hotter. "Stop looking!"
    "You don't command me." He kissed my ass cheek, then spanked it again. Before my shout had ended, he slapped the other one, too. Each hit was pain, the throbbing shocking me to my core and becoming a pleasure I didn't understand. "Fuck, you do like this, don't you? Your hips are rocking, tilting that pretty ass at me."
    I couldn't answer, could barely think. Was I doing what he said? My body didn't feel like it belonged to me. Leonide hadn't actually touched my breasts or my pussy, yet the need inside of me for release was excruciating.
    Patiently, he stroked two fingers on either side of my slick mound. My inner thighs were a mess with my arousal. "I can help you, make this ache go away. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" We both heard my soft sob. "All you have to do... is ask me to please take off these cuffs."
    I dove for reasons to rationalize it. I wanted him to go away, to leave me alone and let my body stop misbehaving. I wanted to cum, to get rid of the wild pressure that left me panting like an animal. Mostly, I wanted the humiliation to end. "Please," I whispered.
    "Louder." He spanked me again, firmer than ever.
    "Please!" I squealed, shuddering at the new wave of hunger.
    Casually, he traced my slit, felt my moisture. "Say 'please, sir.'"
    I was beyond caring what he asked. "Please, sir!"
    Cold air was what he left behind, his knees lifting from me. His shoes scuffed across the floor. Confused when he didn't undo the cuffs, I twisted to follow him with my eyes. Leonide smiled, smoothing his hair while turning the door knob. "Well done, sweet girl. But you took too long. Good night."
    As simple as that, he was