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any longer.
    He gripped her hips and rammed his cock straight into her core. Sarah shouted and tilted her head back. Goddamn she felt good wrapped around his cock, her channel so tight, hot and wet.
    Those little sounds rose up in her throat as he started to slowly thrust in and then eased back out. Slowly in, easing back out. “You like that, baby?”
    “Yes, Master.” Her voice cracked. “Please fuck me harder. Faster.”
    “That’s not the way we’re playing this game, Sarah.” He continued his slow pace and she pressed her ass back against his groin, taking him deeper. “I know you’re close, but you know better than to come without permission.”
    “Y-yes, Master.” Her breathing was harsh. She squirmed, her channel clamping down on his cock and he almost lost it.
    He ground his teeth and forced himself to continue his slow, erotic torture—that was torturing her as much as it was him. But this was all about control and pleasure. He 38
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    licked the skin at the curve of her neck and brought his hands up to cup her breasts. A cry of pleasure and pain tore from her lips as he pinched her nipples hard and twisted them.

    Sarah felt like her entire body was one sensitive nerve. Every push and pull of Drew’s cock inside her made her ache and brought her so close to coming. He was so thick, so filling, so deep. But too damn slow.
    It was a challenge to her now—withholding her orgasm for as long as she had to.
    She’d never failed at anything. Yesterday she’d had a different take on the whole
    “coming without permission” thing. Pretty much a “screw you” mentality. Now she was determined to show him—and herself—that she could do it. She could control her body.
    If she could just get her body to listen to her.
    He completely withdrew and she made that stupid little whimpering sound she couldn’t stop. God, how she wanted him back inside of her.
    She watched from her side view as he disposed of his condom in a garbage can and to her disappointment zipped his jeans back over his raging erection. Though she had to smile because it seemed to pain him to do so.
    Drew returned and crouched behind her. “It’s time for your next punishment.”
    Wasn’t being fucked and left hanging enough of a punishment?
    He unbuckled first one ankle, then the other. She was able to reach the carpeting with her tiptoes. He paused to massage each of her ankles, relieving the slight ache from the leather cuffs.
    When he moved up her back to reach for one of her wrist restraints, his denim-clad crotch brushed against her extra-sensitive skin. She closed her eyes at the sensation that sent tingles of pleasure throughout her.
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    She gripped the cross with her now free hand as he moved to her other wrist and carefully let her down. Her legs were shaky and he held her for a moment, letting her regain her strength. He kissed the length of her shoulder, his lips soft against her skin as she rested her back against his warm, bare chest.
    “You all right, baby?” he asked as he took her by her upper arms and steadied her so that she was standing fully on her feet.
    She really wanted to say no, she wasn’t okay, so that he’d continue to hold her, but she went with the truth. “Yes, Master.”
    “Good.” He took her by the hand.
    As he led her, her legs felt like jelly and her body on fire and screaming for an orgasm. He led her to the corner where there was some kind of flesh-colored ball that reminded her of one of those giant rubber balls at the gym that she used for various types of exercises, including sit-ups and cardiovascular exercises. They looked almost like those hop balls that children bounced up and down on. She’d had one as a kid. The balls at the gym didn’t have handles, of course.
    They reached the ball, and Drew released her hand to pull it from the corner. Her eyes widened. It had a huge dildo on it! And it had a handle right in front of the rubber cock.
    Her gaze