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didn’t want to wake him to ask permission. The trainers had drummed into her the paramount rule that a Master’s comfort must come first. Then she remembered one of the rules he’d outlined: I expect to be awakened by your mouth on my cock.
    Her mind flashed back to the night before, to kneeling on the cold marble, Adam’s cock down her throat, his fingers tangled in her hair. Though Carly had thought herself a reasonably accomplished cocksucker prior to the week’s training at the auction house, the hours she’d spent with Master Franklin’s cock in her mouth had definitely helped to hone her skills. Mistress Audrey’s constant direction, quirt in hand to provide correction, had spurred on Carly’s efforts, as eager to avoid the sting of the quirt as to please her Master.
    Where Master Franklin’s cock was long and thin, with a bent toward the left, Adam’s was shorter but thick, straight as a rod and hard as steel. He smelled good, too, like sandalwood with a splash of masculine musk that had made her cunt wet even before her lips had closed over the fat head of his shaft.
    Cautiously, Carly lifted her head, looking at the sleeping man above her. His dark hair, which had been neatly combed back the night before, was tousled, curling against his neck and flopping forward over his eyes. He looked younger in sleep, thick eyelashes brushing his cheeks, his mouth slack. She found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss that mouth...
    Stop it, she admonished herself. He’s not your lover.
    He stirred again, turning his head from the sunlight now streaming in through the window and throwing one arm over his face. He was going to wake soon—she needed to act now, to obey the first rule of the morning.
    Pushing aside her coverlet, Carly scooted up alongside the sleeping man and plucked at the sheets that covered his body. She drew them down only far enough to expose his cock and balls, taking a few seconds to admire his morning erection before lowering herself to taste him.
    She licked the soft, spongy head of his cock and down the shaft. A long, thick vein on the underside of his cock stood in relief beneath the taut skin. She ran her tongue along it, feeling the throbbing pulse of his blood. Reaching for his balls, she caught the furred sac in a light embrace with her fingers, enjoying the heft and warmth of them. With a last glance at his face, which was still in sleepy repose, she lowered her mouth over his cock, tasting the light, salty tang as she licked her way downward.
    Adam’s hand came to rest on the back of her head, though otherwise he remained still. Carly went to work, intent on making him come quickly, her bladder urging her on. Still, she knew from her training and her own life experience that it wouldn’t do to make him feel rushed. Your discomfort is secondary to your Master’s pleasure . Master Franklin’s words echoed in her head, reminding her to slow down. She alternated between a deep-throated suckle and feather-light tongue teasing that made him shudder and arch upward for more.
    The hand resting on the back of her head came alive suddenly, his fingers twisting in her hair and pulling hard as he pressed her downward onto his shaft. Sudden hot bursts of his creamy come spurted at the back of her throat, sliding down before she even had a chance to swallow. He thrust against her with a primal grunt and then held her in place for several seconds, his cock still hard and hot in her mouth, the head lodged in her throat making it difficult to breathe.
    Finally he let her go, his fingers uncoiling from her hair, his muscles going slack against the bed. Cautiously Carly lifted her head, letting his spent shaft fall from her mouth. Adam’s eyes were closed, his lips lightly parted. His chest was rising and falling in a deep, steady rhythm.
    Shit, had he fallen asleep again? What was she supposed to do now? She really had to pee. Did she dare wake him?
    Carly stared at the sleeping man for