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braless. He’s seen it all already . She lifted the shirt over her head and gave it to him. Not for the first time, she wished her breasts were perky, but they weren’t going to behave differently because she had company. From the look in his eyes, though, he was satisfied with what he saw. And his eyes widened farther when she straightened her shoulders and arched her back, which she knew diminished the effects of gravity somewhat. Oh, Mr. Calm and Cool, I think I can get to you.
    He stroked her arms, sending shivers up and down her body. She didn’t think she was ticklish there, but his touch was so light as to be almost unbearable. He nudged her arms behind her, and she clasped them together, arching her back and pushing out her chest. “Good girl. Keep them behind you that way, whatever happens. You understand?”
    She nodded.
    His hands walked down her sides with a slightly heavier touch, which was good because if he had gotten to her waist still touching lightly, she would either scream or laugh. She wasn’t sure which. Then he slid them up her belly, slowly. “You have wonderful curves, Marisa. You look beautiful naked.” It was strange hearing him say that, because one of the things that resonated for her about Wicca was the idea that the divine accepted her body as it was, but she expected the rest of the world to tell her that her bones were too big or that she had too much padding.
    He cupped her breasts and lifted them, squeezing gently. His calloused thumbs brushed over her nipples, making them tighten into hard, aching buds. “Breathe,” he told her softly. She hadn’t realized she wasn’t, but a few deep breaths later, she relaxed into his touch. This time, when his rough fingers rubbed against her peaks, it sent streams of pleasure to her core. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to quench or satisfy the need there, but it didn’t do either. To her embarrassment, he noticed, glancing down and smiling.
    “You’re very aroused, aren’t you? And we haven’t even done anything yet.”
    Her lips felt dry. She couldn’t deny it, and she didn’t want to admit it. That’s not nothing . She looked away.
    “No. Face me.” His voice was suddenly stern, and she obeyed before thinking as if by instinct. His gaze locked with hers. She half expected him to hold her by the chin again, but he didn’t. It didn’t matter, because she didn’t feel as if she could turn away anyway. There was some punishment lurking she wanted to avoid. Oh, the spanking. Maybe it would be worth it not to have to face him . But she stayed, because with or without the threat she found herself wanting to obey.
    “I asked a question. Are you very aroused by this, Marisa?”
    She bit her lip. Damn him . “Yes, Sir.”
    “If we play again, I want you to remember that I always want to know if you’re aroused, if you’re wet. I want you to tell me. Can you do that?”
    “I don’t know, Sir. Just blurt it out the moment it happens?”
    “Yes. A simple, ‘I’m wet, Sir,’ would do.”
    “And what if I’m wet before we even start?” The way I was this time . She wasn’t going to admit it out loud.
    “Then I guess those will be your first words to me, hmm?”
    Oh my God . The worse thing was that her body was reacting. She must have soaked through her panties by now. They felt sticky against her. “Yes, Sir.” Was she required to tell him when she got wetter? She decided she wasn’t. Why do I wish that I was? I’d never do it without being forced, yet I want him to force me.
    He moved his hand from her left breast and slid his hand between her thighs. She spread her legs slightly in response, hoping for his touch, and she wasn’t denied. He undid the button on her shorts and slipped his hand inside. “Yes, I’d say you are wet. I’m glad you answered honestly.” He rubbed her clit until it ached for more. She wanted him inside her.
    “Do you wish you were naked right now?”
    “Yes,” she whispered.