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around the base.
    It didn't take long for her to reach a climax, her hips bucking, the muscles of her anus clenching around the plug until finally, once the wave passed, she relaxed.
    She remained on the bed as he walked to the bathroom and she heard the water run. He returned, drying his hands on a towel and, finding a condom, he opened the packet and slid it over his cock before coming to stand behind her.
    He began spanking her and although it hurt, it wasn't like last night at all. She gave herself quickly to the pain as she rubbed her clit, the sensations of the spanking with the plug in so tender a place driving her mad.
    “I'm going to come,” she said breathlessly.
    “Come, Gabrielle,” he said, gripping her hips and pulling her closer to him. He thrust his cock deep into her pussy, pounding into her, filling her completely. They came together as all of her muscles tightened, her pussy around his cock and her anus around the plug, making her shudder and convulse with the force of her orgasm.

Chapter Five
     
     
    Swimming with the plug inside her was simply not an option. Julian had told her that she wasn't allowed to orgasm again until he gave her permission, and she realized now why he'd had such an evil little grin on his face when he'd said it. If she were to climax on her own, he’d promised her a punishment more intense than the spankings he'd been administering. The thought both thrilled and frightened her.
    Julian was giving her everything she'd wanted from William. Her deepest sexual desire, the one thing that turned her on in a way that was so much more than sexual, was submission. She wanted to be dominated. She'd wanted that for as long as he could remember. But it had taken her some time to come to terms with this darker side of her personality and when she had, and had finally gathered enough courage to tell William what she wanted and needed from their relationship, he hadn't been able to do it. It was very simple and she didn't blame him really. There just wasn't a kinky bone in his body.
    Had she realized at that time what an impact this inability would have on their marriage? Had she realized how powerful her desire was? No. The only thing she'd known was that she needed this thing; she needed a dominant man to make her submit. Make her. Was this a shirking of responsibility she wondered? But no, it wasn't that. It was a need, like food or water, and once she'd let it see the light of day, it would no longer, could no longer, be buried in the dark.
    But something else was happening with Julian, something that she, if she were honest with herself, would have to admit. Could she say she had feelings for him? Was it the safety she felt with him? Even when he punished her body, she felt absolutely and completely safe with him. But a voice inside her told her to take care, to consider her emotions, her heart. She trusted him absolutely, which should be strange given the fact that she'd only known him for a little over twenty-four hours. He knew what she needed better than she knew herself. He was kind, caring, and gentle, but when he'd punished her last night, he'd given her the pain she needed.
    She had to remember that come the end of their few days together, they'd say goodbye. Maybe never see each other again. He lived in Paris, she in Florida. And did he even want to have anything more than the weekend with her?
    Were her feelings for him natural because of the role he played? She watched him swim, his slick, tanned body rising out of the water, the muscles of his back, arms, and legs working. Her mouth watered—she wanted him.
    As if on cue, he climbed out of the pool, water dripping from him. He walked toward her, black eyes searing into her own pale brown ones, setting her core on fire. Her body reacted to him. It was as though, without bothering to consult her brain, it knew he was its master.
    “How are you doing?” he asked.
    “As well as can be expected, given the circumstances,”