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about being naked, gagged, and tied to the deck railing. The panic welling in her chest came entirely from the realization of how much she wanted to feel Richard’s mouth on her, how desperate she was for him to get on with it. Why did he insist on making sure she wanted to proceed? Any man who would truss a woman up like this surely didn’t really care one way or the other if she approved, but strangely enough, Richard did. She nodded her compliance while everything inside her screamed, begged for him to put his mouth on her.
    And then he did, and the scream she’d only imagined blossomed up and caught against the gag. One swipe of his tongue, and her hips came off the pillows. She thrashed against her restraints. Before she had a chance to regain her composure, his hands gripped her thighs and he tasted her again, this time delving his tongue into her channel.
    Her breath came fast and shallow, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she thanked him for the restraints, for without them she wouldn’t have been able to stand the onslaught that ensued. Everything she thought she knew, everything she’d learned about cunnilingus, had been nothing compared to what he taught her. His tongue explored, tasted, and fucked her. His teeth grazed her sensitive skin, nipping when she thought she might have lost all feeling, ensuring she wouldn’t miss his next move, his next assault on her sanity. She learned the shape of his lips as he kissed her labia like a man starved for his lover’s lips. He sucked her clit, brought her to mindless orgasm, over and over again. And he only used his mouth. God help her if he touched her with any other part of his body.
    Silently she begged him to end the torture, but then she’d fly into space again, secured to earth by his ropes, golden and otherwise, and that safety gave her the freedom to let loose her every inhibition. She’d never felt anything like it, had only dreamed of the shattering releases he brought her to, and even her dreams fell short of the reality. Richard Wolfe was a master of cunnilingus. He could write his own book, one ten times better than hers. The world would bow down at his feet, as she intended to do as soon as he let her loose.

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    He was risking permanent damage. If he didn’t get relief soon he might be maimed for life. One more orgasm. He needed to give her one more before he quit. Richard sucked her clit into his mouth again and bit down, hard, harder than he’d intended. He instantly soothed the hurt with his tongue and another pull of his lips. Her pussy gushed against his mouth and he plunged his tongue inside, drinking in her liquid heat.
    Even while he drank from her, he managed to cover himself so she wouldn’t see. As the last tremors rocked her, he stood on weak legs and freed her. “I’ll pick you up for dinner. Be ready at eight.”
    He fled as fast as he could to the private restroom he’d had built one deck below. He wrenched the door open and slid the deadbolt home before turning on the light. He kept lubricant here in case of an emergency, and this was a code red if he ever saw one. He leaned against the rosewood paneling and gently removed his sarong. His cock was purple, straining against the latticework of small gold ropes spanning it from just behind the glans to the base. The intricately wrought sleeve was locked securely to his Prince Albert piercing with a small lock, identical to the ones Fallon now wore. He could end his torment with the key, the one hanging around Fallon’s neck.
    He took a moment, let his head fall back against the wall, and tried to even out his breathing. When at last he could focus, he found the tube of lubricant and squirted a generous amount into his hand. It felt cool against the angry swollen skin of his cock. He stroked the gel along the engorged length, gripping as tight as he could stand, working as quickly as possible to relieve the pressure. It took only seconds. His balls, already drawn