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inner thighs, getting her to spread her legs where he wanted them to be. Garth secured her with wide leather straps.
    He came around the bench and attached her wrists to each side of the table portion. He then adjusted the headrest so she could lay her cheek on it.
    “Comfy?” he asked, stroking her hair.
    “Oh my God, Garth,” she whispered. “I…I…” Anne wanted to describe the numerous emotions she felt, the rightness of being where she was, of being with him, but words failed her.
    “Do you have any idea how stunningly beautiful you are? How you’re fulfilling my fantasies? How much I want to fulfill yours?”
    From her angle, she watched him go to the bookshelves. He picked up a condom packet, ripped it open then rolled it down his cock. He studied and touched a number of the toys before returning to her empty-handed.
    “I’m in a greedy sort of mood,” Garth said, meeting her eyes. “I want to feel each and every nuance of your responses.”
    Goose bumps rose on her skin when he trailed his finger along her side as he moved out of her field of vision. He stopped touching her and didn’t continue speaking. Anne waited, her pulse pounding in her ears and her breathing the only sounds she could hear. What was he doing? What was he going to do? Should she ask? Should she beg him to make love to her? She wiggled, testing the strength of the restraints. All she accomplished was an increase in her sweet torment when her hardened nipples rubbed against the padded table.
    His warm palms cupped and spread her ass cheeks. Anne cried out at the first sweep of his tongue around her puckered anus. He used the tip to poke and tease the tight entrance, sending bolts of pleasure racing up her spine and straight to her pussy and clit.
    Anne decided begging was the most viable option in her current position. She was on fire with needing him. “Please, please , fuck me!”
    His mouth was instantly gone, and his fingers clutched into her hips. “Your wish is my command.”
    Garth surged into her cunt. Anne cried out when her orgasm began before he was fully seated. He gave her no quarter, thrusting into her with long, swift, powerful strokes, keeping her flying on waves of extraordinary ecstasy as he took total command her body, her care, her satisfaction.
    When he reached his own release, Garth shouted and pumped his hips spasmodically until, with a loud sigh, he rested his body on top of hers. His chest was damp, and his breathing was labored. He made no attempt to sever their intimate connection, and Anne delighted in the comfort of being beneath and filled by him.
    “We’re not leaving this house for the next two days,” he announced.
    “I was hoping we might not even venture out of this little sexual haven you’ve got going on in here,” she responded, chuckling.
    “Well, there’s a sawhorse in the living room we can put to good use, and there’s an extra large shower in my master bath, oh, and my new lounge chair is ultra roomy.”
    “I like the way you think.”

 
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Garth glanced over at the clock on the bedside table then to the woman napping, snuggled against him. Her head was on his chest, one of her sexy long legs draped over his thighs as her left hand rested dangerously close to his re-hardening dick. He’d had her less than two hours ago but was quickly working into wanting, no, needing to take her again. With Anne, he was insatiable and had the recovery time of a goddamned teenager!
    It was after five o’clock. The curtains were partially drawn, and with the waning early evening light, the room was bathed in shadows. Garth stared up at the ceiling and pondered what had happened over the last few days and what he wanted to happen moving forward.
    He’d made good on his “not leaving the house” declaration and had added a no-clothing-allowed addendum for the duration of her stay. Anne had eagerly participated in every wild, inventive sexual encounter he’d suggested