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know that the more you ask for something, the less likely you are to get it. I am a sadist, as I believe I mentioned. I take enormous pleasure in seeing you squirm with unmet need. I’ll take even greater pleasure in seeing you come. But only when I determine it’s time. Butbefore the end of the night you will also come to trust me, that I will do these things in such a way that the end result is the building of your desire. That I will take you to dizzying heights that can never be reached when you’re given what you want the moment you want it.”
    “Yes,” she said, her voice a mere whisper.
    “Yes, what, Mischa? Yes, this makes sense to you? Yes, you want it this way?”
    She paused for one long moment. Then, “Yes to everything.”
    “Oh, that is the right answer. Exactly what I wanted to hear from you.”
    Mischa trembled, her sex clenching. Why did it turn her on like this to know she had pleased him? It was so much against her nature. And yet…everything with this man was different. She had no control over her response to him. It disturbed her on some deep level she could barely connect with. She was too far gone. In pleasure. The pain. His command. Her head lost in that ethereal place she’d heard of, but had never reached in her BDSM experiments before. Subspace. Oh yes, she was there now. Finally.
    He bent over her. She could feel the heat of his body against her back. The heat of his breath as he spoke into her ear. “I am going to fuck you now, Mischa. Just like this. Hold still.”
    She waited, felt the small draft as he moved away from her, heard him open a drawer in the night table next to the bed, the small tearing sound of a foil packet. Then he was on her again, this time really lowering his big body onto hers. She felt absolutely taken over simply by the size of him. Dwarfed by him in a way that once more made her feel absolutely feminine. He was resting on his elbows, his muscled forearms on either side of her head.
    “Spread wide,” he told her. “There’s a girl.”
    She felt his thighs on either side of hers. Then he moved his hips in between them, and she felt the first luscious touch of the head of his sheathed cock at the entrance to her sex.
    If she hadn’t been soaking wet before, she was now. She took in a breath, waited.
    Connor said quietly, his voice a rasping pant, “I really want to fuck your ass, Mischa. Not now, but later. Would you like that?”
    She shuddered with desire. “Yes. Yes.”
    “Ah, you are too good, aren’t you? Let me see how good your pussy is.”
    He wrapped one arm around her hips, pulled them up so that her ass was raised off the bed. He was holding her as if she weighed nothing, but so tightly she could feel his firm ab muscles against her buttocks. He arched and slipped just the tip of his big cock inside her.
    “Oh…”
    She had to take a breath, relax around the sheer girth of him. At the notion of what his heavy shaft would feel like buried deep inside her.
    “So damn hot inside. So wet,” he murmured. “I’ll take it slow, until I know if you can take me.”
    He surged an inch and she was stretching already, he was so enormous.
    He kissed the back of her neck. “Okay, my girl?”
    “Oh yes.”
    He angled his hips, sank deeper, pushing pleasure into her body, her pussy, her womb. He slid out a bit, surged back in, really filling her this time.
    “Take a breath,” he commanded her, and she did. He pushed hard, making her gasp.
    “Ah, God…”
    “I know, darlin’. But you can take it. You’re tight, but wet as the sea. I can feel it. Your beautiful cunt around me. Holding my cock in your body. Come on now. Breathe. Relax. You can do it.”
    She did as he said, taking long breaths. Letting her body relax around his thick shaft. He moved, pulling out a little at a time, pushing back inside her, his cock buried to the hilt. She could feel the softer flesh of his balls pressed up against her. And over her, the hard planes of his body were