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to go along with his magical dick. I moan from the pleasure of him kneading the tension from my muscles. He works from my shoulders to my ribs to my waist, skipping my bottom and taking care of each leg, moving with leisurely strokes that make my pussy throb and drip.
    I squirm on the bed, trying to find relief.
    “Don’t move.”
    “But—”
    “Don’t. Move.” He leans over me, speaking directly into my ear. “I’m in charge here. Remember?”
    Letting out a deep breath filled with frustration and need, I try to do as I’m told, but I can’t help squiggling a little bit as he kneads my inner thighs. A sharp, stinging slap to my ass has me crying out in surprise.
    “I told you not to move.”
    “Did you… You didn’t just…”
    “Yes, I did, and I’ll do it again if you can’t behave.” As he speaks, he caresses the heated area on my bottom, which only makes the throb between my legs sharper. Leaning over me again, he says, “Have you ever been spanked, Honey?”
    “N-no.”
    “Oh damn. I get to be your first?”
    Before I know what’s happening, he has me over his lap, my bottom in the air as he rubs the oil deep into my cheeks, running his finger down the crease that separates them.
    Though I’m outraged at the thought of him spanking me, I’m so turned on, I can’t find the words to express that outrage.
    “This isn’t about punishment, baby.” He continues to caress and stroke and tease my most sensitive flesh. “This is about desire.”
    All this time… Blake Dempsey has been right here, able to unleash a side of me I’d never known existed, the side that wants him to do all the things he mentioned and everything else he can think of. I want it all.
    “What’re you thinking right now?”
    “You tell me. You’re an expert at reading my mind.”
    “I can’t see your face, so I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking. Tell me.”
    I clear my throat and try to find the words. My Gran raised me to be a lady, and a lady doesn’t say the things I’m thinking to a man. I try not to think about what she’d have to say about what I said to him in the bar. “I can’t believe you were here all this time and I didn’t know…”
    “What didn’t you know?” His voice is rough and gruff, and his cock presses against my belly, hard and insistent.
    “That you were like this.”
    “What am I like?”
    “Passionate.” I lick lips that have gone dry while I waited to see what he would do next. “Adventuresome. Dirty.”
    That last one has him laughing. “I’m dirtier than you can imagine. You think you can match me dirty for dirty, Honey Carmichael?”
    “I think I want to try.”
    “Fuck, that’s a good answer.” To reward me, he spanks my other cheek, sending a tingle of heat and need straight to my clit. Before I can recover, he spanks the other side, rotating back and forth until I’m a drooling, blathering mess of nerves and heat and sensation—and on the verge of coming again.
    He follows each spank with a caress that sets me on fire. I had no idea whatsoever that my bottom is such an erogenous zone. His hands never stop moving, top to bottom, lifting, separating, dipping into the crease and pressing against my anus but never breaching me.
    I can barely keep up with the barrage of sensations overtaking me as he leaves no part of my ass untouched. And then… I’m moving and landing face down again on the bed and, oh my God… Is that his tongue? On my… Oh God . Oh… He’s licking me there , circling my back entrance with insistent stabs of his tongue, and nothing in my life has ever felt quite like that—dark and forbidden and incredible.
    “Don’t come,” he says as he holds my cheeks apart for his tongue. “No matter what I do, do not come.”
    I try to reply. I really do, but my brain cells are completely fried.
    “Honey. Do you hear me?”
    “ Yes ,” I say on a sob.
    “Up on your knees.” He pulls at my waist, positioning me where he wants me, until I’m