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thighs. Moving aside the vibrator, he stimulated her again with his finger. She cried out, unable to stop herself. He was so much more precise than the vibrator, applying an eye-crossing pressure and succinct glide against her lubricated flesh.
    “Yes.”
Always
, she added in her lust-heavy brain.
    “Would you like to come now, or would you prefer to wait until my cock is inside you?” he grated out. She clamped her eyes shut and scrunched her face tight, her body so tight and hungry for release.
    “Emma?” he prodded, still rubbing her clit in a bull’s-eye fashion.
    He removed his hand suddenly and used it to part her thighs several inches. She sensed his gaze on her like a touch. Had he lowered behind her? she wondered, her heart racing madly. Her inner thighs were damp, more than likely glistening from her juices. She gave an agonized moan, knowing he was a close witness to her blatant arousal. A thrill went through at the low, growling sound that emitted from his throat.
    She shrieked when his mouth was suddenly on her, licking and sucking away the juices from her pussy.
    “Oh God, Vanni . . . no . . .
yes
,” she moaned, not even sure what she was saying. Then his mouth was gone, and her whole body was straining tight for him.
    “God you’re sweet. Answer me,” he grated out. “
Do
you want to come now, or would you prefer to wait until my cock is inside you?”
    “Wait for your cock,” she whispered, the effort of restraint ripping at her. “Or try to?” she added on a high-pitched note.
    “Good girl,” he snarled, and suddenly his hand was gone and the paddle was landing on her ass. He rubbed a buttock, squeezing the burning flesh lewdly into his palm. “Nice and hot and pink,” he muttered. “Keep trying, baby. This is killing me, too,” he said almost desperately.
    He smacked her once lightly with his palm. She moaned, undone by the tense eroticism of the moment and his stark declaration of need. She had a wild urge to touch her ass, to feel what he was feeling. He peeled back her prickling cheeks suddenly. Emma whimpered in suspense in the tense seconds that followed. She felt completely exposed to him, her asshole and sex tingling beneath his stare. He made that low, growling noise deep in his throat, menacing and thrilling at once. Then he released her. Her panting breath paused when she heard the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle jingling, then a zipper lowering.
    “Can . . . Can I please see what you’re doing?” she asked him shakily.
    “Not yet,” he said. He paddled her again. She cried out, trying to stop herself from grinding her pussy against the vibrator and the bench, but only partially succeeding.
    “Three more,” he said. “Keep still.”
    She gritted her teeth to stop herself from writhing. It was very difficult. He’d known what he was doing by inserting the vibrator. The combination of burning pleasure on her sex and the sting of her bottom was unbearably exciting. The paddle landed with a crack. She whimpered. He hadn’t paddled her harder, but her ass was growing more tender and sensitive with each stroke.
    “Does it hurt?” he asked, and she could tell that he’d knelt behind her.
    “A little,” she admitted, even though the pain was already fading to a hot burn as he rubbed her ass with his hand. Again, he peeled back her cheeks. Again, Emma held her breath in the weighty silence that followed. He cursed quietly, and then the vibrator was sliding out of her. She gasped at the deprivation of the stimulation. “Oh,” she cried out when he inserted a thick finger into her pussy and plunged it back and forth.
    “I couldn’t resist, even though you’ve got two more coming,” he said. “You’re so juicy . . . so warm. God, it’s going to be so good to explode inside you.”
    She almost begged him to just take her then. The suspense was killing her, and she wanted him so much. He withdrew his finger and rubbed her clit. Her eyes sprung and