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sound vibrating all the way up her leg to her core.
    “Harder.” He obeyed her instantly, adding suction and speed. She bit her lip and spread her legs as wide as her tight skirt would allow. “Good boy. Look what you've done. Look how wet you've made me.”
    Trance's hot gaze dropped, and she swore she felt the heat of it on her exposed, throbbing flesh. His nostrils flared in a primal response to her arousal. She recognized the flash of animal instinct, the moment when human conventions fled and all that remained was the most basic urge to rut, to unleash the lust.
    Oh, she wanted the same thing, wanted to start with his tongue easing her ache, but not yet. She had a big night planned for him.
    “Enough.” She stood, slipped on her shoe, and pushed the call button on the wall. “You've earned a very nice reward.”
    She came around behind him, let the tips of her fingers smooth over his broad shoulders. His tight bindings made the muscles of his back bunch up and his arm muscles strain beneath his silky, tight skin. So powerful. Beautiful. She wanted to climb on him and ride him until he was completely slick with her desire.
    Tugging her skirt up, she crouched behind him, allowing her inner thighs to rub against his buttocks. She reached around and wrapped her palm around his shaft. He tensed with a hiss, and she knew he was on the verge.
    “You will not come without my permission, of course.”
    He thrust into her hand, but gritted out, “Yes, Mistress.” She heard him swallow. “Mistress?”
    She nipped his earlobe as punishment for speaking out of turn. “Yes, slave?”
    “Will you let your hair down?”
    Her body reacted with a warm stirring, something it had no business doing. “Would it please you?”
    “Oh, yeah.”
    She nipped him again. “I seem to remember telling you that I'm in this for me. And right now, your cock pleases me,” she murmured. “It will feel so good inside me. Filling me with heat.” His head lolled back, and he rocked gently to her rhythm. “That's good, my boy. Get yourself nice and worked up.”
    She smiled and dropped her hand to his balls, which had drawn up tight and firm, a perfect fit for the cup of her palm.
    “Mistress Rik.” Syndee's sultry Welsh accent floated into the room. Rik stood as the other woman entered, her body encased in a crotchless red leather bodysuit unzipped at the chest to reveal her large breasts, which sported nipple clamps. She sized up Trance immediately, appreciation gleaming in her eyes. “Need some help with this one?”
    “A reward.” Ulrika seized the strap attached to his restraints and tugged. “You will stand.”
    He came to his feet, and Syn practically drooled. So did Ulrika. His erection was enormous, fully engorged and dusky rose, the plum head so ripe she wanted to taste it. Again. Which was weird, because she never sucked men off. Doing so irritated the beast.
    Syn came up behind Ulrika and pressed her breasts to her back. Rik fought the urge to break away as Syn's hands came around front to remove Rik's leather bra and cup her breasts. She never allowed men to touch her, and while she tolerated female attention, she didn't necessarily enjoy it. When a female touched her, it was all about the job, not pleasure.
    Surprise and a hunger flickered in Trance's eyes for a split second before they shuttered. Even when Syn hiked up Ulrika's skirt over her waist and dropped one hand down between Ulrika's legs, Trance's expression remained unreadable.
    His cock, however, betrayed him. A pearly drop beaded at the tip, and though she'd thought he couldn't get harder, he had. His erection strained upward, curving hard into his belly. And his breathing grew harsh and shallow the longer Syn played.
    Rik lifted one foot onto a bench to open herself up and enhance the view. Syn took advantage, adding another finger to the sensual massage. Two fingers slid through Rik's swollen folds, back and forth before plunging inside her weeping core.

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