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top of the thin crotch of her thong, she couldn’t hold back her moan of pleasure.
    “You’re very sensitive. You are going to go off like the Fourth of July.”
    “I never have.” The words slipped out unbidden, leaving the pink residue of a blush on her cheeks.
    “How many lovers have you had?”
    That was a hell of an intimate question. She nearly shook her head at that thought. The black lace of the bra and thong she’d put on hid Reckless Abandon
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    nothing from his view, which had the question beat by a mile in the intimacy department.
    “Two.”
    “The wrong two, obviously. Now, come over here, put your arms around my neck, and kiss me.”
    The sensation of her lace-covered breasts pressed against his naked chest tripped her heart rate even faster. He didn’t wrap his arms around her, and she wished he would. With her arms around his neck, her breasts lifted, and the nipples peaked even harder. Stretching up she placed her mouth on his.
    He didn’t return her kiss and she pulled back, her gaze meeting his for a long moment. Was it challenge she read there, in his eyes?
    Stretching up once more she kissed him again and this time, she went wild.
    Chastity’s tongue pressed forward until Jordan’s lips opened.
    Ravenous, she tasted and teased, drank and devoured. The ridge of his cock, pressed tight against her belly, grew larger and harder. He’d only asked for a kiss, but in that moment she wanted to give him everything. Undulating her hips, she rubbed her pussy against that leather-covered rod, and shivered with delight when her arousal shot higher.
    Jordan scooped her up and pressed her against his cock, hard.
    Then he set her down and away from him.
    “Naked. Now .”
    She dropped the two tiny pieces of lace where she stood. Could she have an orgasm just from his looking at her?
    He stepped forward, turned her and nudged her toward the chair.
    When he took one of her hands and placed it on the seat, she followed suit with the other.
    Chastity cried out in near orgasmic pleasure as she felt his hand on her, stroking back and forth across her slit. The tips of his fingers brushed against her clit and her hips moved, tipping her eager pussy toward him, offering more.

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    He shifted, and she wondered what would happen next.
    Fingers slid inside her as a hand came down on her ass, hard. She screamed, more in shock than in pain.
    “Do as you are told, exactly what you are told, and only as much as you are told.”
    He brought his hand down on her again, but his fingers continued to move in and out of her wet, hungry passage. Chastity whimpered, so horny she thought she’d combust. Three more slaps followed in rapid succession and she realized he was spanking her. She should have been indignant, outraged. Instead, she burned for more.
    “Apologize.”
    “I’m sorry.” Though she wasn’t really, because she’d never felt this heat, this need.
    “Beg me to forgive you.”
    “Please forgive me.” She thought she’d say anything to keep this wonderful arousal spiraling. He’d finished the spanking, but Jordan’s fingers still worked her. Tilting her hips, she tried to force them deeper. When she did, he pulled them back so that he barely stroked inside her, denying her quest.
    “Your master didn’t hear you.”
    Master . Heart pounding, balanced on the edge of frantic, Chastity cried out, a sound of frustration and desire rolled into one.
    “Please, Master, please forgive me.”
    “Better. Now, beg me to fuck you.”
    Yes ! Yes, that’s what she needed, what she wanted. She craved the feel of his cock moving in and out of her, yearned to feel the force of his thrusts, his hands on her hips, fingers digging in, holding her steady for his plunder.
    That part of her labeled twenty-first century woman cringed at the concept of begging a man, or anyone, for that matter, for anything.
    The love-starved woman in her, however, wounded by a fiancé’s betrayal and a grandmother’s